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❝ i should have defended you. even though you are far from innocent in other aspects. ❞
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ENOLA WAS THE TYPE OF GIRL WHO KISSED WOLVES. She was the type of girl who trained foxes, hoping she could tame their wild hearts, hoping she could train them not to leave. She was the type of girl who kissed imperfections that could not be salvaged, wishing that their goodness was enough to shed light on the darkest and dirtiest part of a human soul.
Enola was the type of girl who played with fire. She burned her tongue and lungs, hoping that the smoke of their ashes would serve as a sign that even when you turned to dust and ash, your cries would rise up to the heavens, a ghost of smoke rising about the forest, guiding the lost souls in the right direction. She was the type of girl who sang with the wind and danced to a rhythm no one else could hear, who let dangers swirl on their palms, seep in the veins, and swim in the bloodstream. She was the type of girl who wouldn't kiss frogs hoping they would turn into a prince because she is the girl who makes changes to this upside down world with hard work and dedication. Or at least she was trying to.
Enola was currently trapped in the upside down world. Her only guide was an old family tree with information she was yet to decipher. The only name that stuck out to her was Iliya Petrova. It was a name she had read in a different book about a different family. Her family. She wondered how her family was connected to the crescent werewolves. But it was becoming increasingly difficult to find her answers.
"Here. Drink this." Hayley commanded.
Enola looked up from the family tree to find Hayley taking a seat on the stool beside the bed where Elijah laid with a canister of water. She had found it difficult to concentrate with all the coughing and grunting that came from across the room. She tried her best to remain understanding because he was sick, but when he coughed up the water, she huffed in annoyance.
"Alright," Enola grumbled, slamming the book shut.
"Forgive me, please." Elijah begged.
"Are you okay?" Hayley inquired hesitantly.
"Yes," Elijah promised. "I will be."
"Remind me to annihilate Nik once you are healthy," Enola scowled.
"Yes. Remind me to remind you to get in line." Elijah croaked.
"Doesn't help that we decided to shack up in the middle of a swamp either," Hayley muttered, peering out the window with a frown.
