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The Lovely Fangs

Hey guys! Sorry for the late update again but I spent so long trying to summarise the plot for the next chapters, so please forgive me for that😰 Anyways, I can say that SHIT IS GOING TO GO DOWN MY FRIENDS and, whilst there will be no Denali for a few chapters, there were be some 'action' between him and Elisabeth when they do meet up again.

So, what do you guys think about Wiliam and Val? Let me know in the comments ;)

Chapter song: Britney Spears- Break The Ice
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Chapter 31

But then again, I had left my house out of curiosity before and gotten attacked by things I had thought impossible. Which meant it was extremely likely the same thing could happen again.

I shook my head, stepping away from the window and dropping the curtain. I thought back again over everything. Everything was so surreal. One hand drifted down to my waist and grazed the marking there. It tingles a tiny bit at my touch and I smiled, pained.

Even my chest Pangea with a heavy weight. The distance between the two of us was taking its toll. I gripped the shirt that covered the area above my heart and breathed in deeply. Then out. I let the wave wash over me.

Then I walked over to the bed that looked like something Queen Elizabeth would have owned, and sat down heavily on it. I sank down into the mattress and the scent of lemon wafted over me.

My mind drifted.

I guess it did make sense that I could heal so quickly now. I thought I had been going crazy, that was why j didn't mention it to anyone. I'm surprised they didn't notice actually.

I wondered how Ilyanna was doing with the Malakai situation. I frowned. Well, the whole situation really, I found it hard to believe that he had managed to get Yodekha pregnant. What an idiot. What was even more perplexing was that he didn't even mention to the guys that he had gotten back together with her. They must have been hurt.

I sighed, and rolled into my side, staring blankly at the cream walls. I thought about how Denali was feeling right now, I had left to go have lunch with the guys and had disappeared. Had they panicked? What was his face like? Would he get angry? Was he as near to tears as I am?

I want to say that I barely felt the scorching tears trailing down the side of my face and drenching the pillow. Or heard the small sniffle that I made as I breathed in. Or felt the ache of loss.

But then I'd be lying. But I had to suck it up because my brother was in danger.

Then I remembered something my Father had said to me when I was a small girl.

'Go on then, cry. Cry it all out. It's better to have released the toxins of sadness than to let them poison you. Don't stop. Cry. And when you're done, smile.'

It made me feel better, a bit. And I let out a choked laughed/sob when I remembered what he had said after.

'Now get out of here.'

Even though he was mostly ignorant of his children, and for the most part cruel, there were still at least two incidents when he had become less guarded, and kind.

When I closed my eyes, I fell asleep. And when I opened them next, there was a soft knocking at my door. "Come in," I called hoarsely, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.