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other figure walks in. She’s all pushed back shoulders and overbearing confidence. She

ng on her index fingernail. I’ve notic

he could be sent out of the Pack, I caught and trained her. I needed someone who could commit themselves to my venture. I have committed myself to removing the brands from the victims of a powerful immortal named Ti

startles, her eyes widening. Plenty of warriors who are trained

has avoided me thus far. You’re my last

s pointedly, tapping the tip of

n black, painted like ink curls around her neck, to her chest in thick waves. She’s a born Vengeance Pack member. Her beauty is immeasurable. But she is a criminal. Melia stares at her for a moment, crystal

f you find her, you will be rewarded handsomely,” I tell her, pulling the case file

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ct, it’s Melia. I’m positive that I will not be following up on this case after she has

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ng is seriously going on if she is putting this much effort into breakfast. By the look of her - hair thrown up, ingredients smea

inted, it’s unnerving. Why would she take me here if we ar

help you settle in here, a

occupied with dishes in the sink. I eat the pancake quickly. The facade she has painted across us is for our protection. I would be foolish to do anythi

weetly, kissing Avia on the cheek as

. That seems to be the theme I have gathered here. Everything is so...Perfect. My feet step onto the cool white tiles. There’s green accents everywhere in this bathroom. It’s the only thing th

was it. Everything changed. I quickly shoulder on my shirt, covering it. Too many people are affected by this. Me, the immortal who did this, and the Alpha who is hunting me down. Time never truly revealed his intentions. He hasn’t approached me since. All I have heard from rumour, and from what Avia has told me, is that he has Traveller

I associate with here, the better. However, there was one girl. Our lockers were a few spaces apart. When I was fishing around for my next class books,

antly where she is from. Her eyes are like sharp crystal, chiseled out and stained a pale blue. And her skin. It’s porcelain smooth and immaculate. Nothing about her is out of place. She’s a

ut doesn’t drag at the end of each word. It’s all clipped a

Mel

of shovelled snow. Cold. She looks like she doesn’t want to be here, which I can relate too. Perhaps I’m reading t

kinda new here too,” she tells me, knocking the door to her lock

ngeance Pack. My...My mother moves a lot for her job,” I tell her. It’s

tells me, motioning toward the end of the hallway. We fall into step with each other, shoes

Finally. So

duate,” I exclaim tiredly. It’s a fact that never truly bothered me until this moment. Lo

dens in the square yet?” Sh

ne apparently. You should come with me to see it after school,” she says. Her tone seems to have lighte

le Avia had etched into the forefront of my mind. I mad