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His face is blurry to me. His voice is muffled. I inhale as my eyes shut. Now too heavy to open. But a scent fills my nostrils, a family scent. I cling to it as I truly fall into oblivion. ---- Andrea Something soft is touching my face. Patting my cheek delicately. Andrea. Open your eyes. I don't want to though. I'm warm, comfortable. The softness continues to caress my face. Leaving tingles trailing it as it moves.

– Sonny yells in his head. - I don't care about your excuses. Pay real attention to what I'm about to tell you. I, Angel Carson Brown, of the Lycan Moon Pach, reject you, Klaus Nelson Young, of the Lucan Moon Pack, as my mate. As soon as he finishes speaking, pain crushes Angel's chest, but he shifts and runs back to the packhouse without looking back.

Leo squeezes my hand. “Anything you wan Noves”

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

I had my head down not wanting to be recognized quickly. I heard master Derek talking to a guard. " Good morning I am Ferdinand Jones and this is my wife Sandra Jones" Derek said with a fake smile and Magnus waved and smiled like the wife he was. "Good morning sir Ferdinand, I'm Nolan. who is this ?" The guard was asking of me now. " Oh , we caught this slave trying to escape so we brought her back here. Could you take us to the head master's office so we could meet him". Magnus said.

The part of her that had been silenced for too long. “Why now?” Serena whispered, her lips barely moving. “Because you’re no longer running from yourself.” Nene’s voice was calm but edged with strength. “You’re finally letting yourself remember. Accept. Breathe.” Serena closed her eyes again, and instead of darkness, she saw silver. A swirl of mist, shifting into the silhouette of a graceful wolf—tall, majestic, and glowing like moonlight. Nene’s eyes mirrored hers, full of pain, strength, and determination.

###### "Heroes shouldn't be late. Or should I say that being late is what makes you a hero? Airburst." Undre leaned in and spoke into the barrel of Idorund's AB cannon in front of him. *bash!* Idorund then used that cannon to uppercut Undre's face, but he remained unscathed. Idorund thereafter picked up the handcuffs to arrest Undre. Accordingly, Undre chops a knife down on his wrist to stop the lock in time. *Bweh hehehe..!* " Easy there, man. Getting upset isn't good for your health."

No wonder I couldn’t express myself the way I wanted to. My eye caught on the Narwhal Imperial Stout. 10.2%, that’ll help drown out this humiliation. I leant across the bar to reach for it - “Koos kansloos!” Lars suddenly shouted. I think the drink had gone to his head already – he's getting even louder than normal.

Him and I are worth it. END

Together. '