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I ask “Indeed.” The professor muses. “In the case of this mystery Friend VR I think his disconnect is easily solvable then. I think a therapy designed to realign he and his wolf, where he discusses and accepts the behaviour that led to the witches’ actions. I think all that young man and his wolf needs is to be more self-aware and discover personal responsibility.

Gritting my teeth, I force him back, determined to keep my actions my own. I grab Amara by her arm, my grip firm as I pin her against the wall. The scent of pecans and waffles fills the air one last time—sweet, warm, and achingly familiar. I close my eyes for a moment, taking in the rich aroma, knowing these are the final seconds before everything changes.

I try to stay composed while Mark packs. “Don’t worry, Estela. Everything will be fine,” he reassures me. His eyes roam over my body. My anger fades into an unsettling vulnerability, seduced by his words and perfectly defined muscles. His jeans are so tight I could swear I notice something underneath; his beige shirt molds to his body and leaves me breathless. “Grayson sent me the address. Her name is Celine. She’s waiting for us.” I only smile and swallow hard. “I felt something break inside me,” I whisper as I get into the car. “My wolf skin… it was black.”

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"You'll do fine Kamara," Busiswa assured me through the phone. I was already imagining the worst-case scenario. "Besides who wouldn't love you." She continued unaware that I had spaced out a minute there. "Okay, I have to go now thanks again Wiwa," I said meaning every word. She has been my biggest motivation to even go to the cafeteria.

He was looking forward to meeting Janette and Jordan Findley. This morning, however, he was eager to share the information he and Vicky had pried from the Vampire in the alley with the rest of their teammates. Vicky was one of only two women on their team. The other, Berta, was a large German Guardian who was known for her ability to pick Vampires up and slam them into hard surfaces—such as buildings or streets—crushing their bone structure and leaving piles of ash in her wake. Spying her squeezed into a chair at the end of the table,

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