Chapter 12

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"Woah, Maggy!" Evelyn stopped her from leaving the kitchen into the living room. "Were you with Myers?" She asked, raising her brow high. Magnolia was about to lie when the blonde hurried to the sink and rinsed her hands. Evelyn came back and started wiping Magnolia's arms and cheeks. "Let's get rid of those germs..." she mumbled. "Squeaky clean!" Evelyn smiled.

Then, Amelia glomped onto Magnolia. Fortunately, the Luna managed to break the fall by taking a step back. The young teen clung onto her arm. "I want to ask you a lot of stuff!!" She grinned. The latter smiled. The birthday girl brought her up to her room and closed the door behind them.

Amelia's room was filled with baseball team posters and signatures of several players. There was a certain poster that wasn't baseball but American football. It had a dark blonde youth, jumping for joy.

"Who's this?" Magnolia asked. Amelia went over. "Oh, that's Alfred Jones. He's the youngest at 17. Pretty handsome too!" She fawned. "I really like to be his girlfriend, but he has one already." Magnolia stared at Alfred. "Who?" She asked, finally turning to Amelia.

"Chantelle Jones. She's a cricket player. Must've been nice to have a girlfriend with the same family name." Amelia jumped onto her bed, glomping a large teddy bear. Magnolia sat cross-legged on her bed. "So, Amelia, what do you do for fun?" She asked, little curious of the human girl's life.

"Oh, I like to play baseball with my friends." Amelia rolled about. "My turn! Tell me everything about yourself!" The blonde requested, crawling over. Magnolia was stunned. What should she say? "My full name is Magnolia Lacrimosa Ethel Wolfsbane. I have five older brothers, I'm the youngest. I like wolves..." she started off.

Amelia stopped her by grabbing her shoulders. "You like wolves?" She asked. Magnolia slowly and awkwardly nodded. "Not to brag but... I do also!" Amelia shrieked, releasing Magnolia and stood up.

She started jumping on her bed. So much, that Magnolia had to hold onto the bedsheets to prevent herself from falling off. "I think we have a lot in common!!" Amelia added, throwing herself back down onto her bed. "What else do you like?" She asked. "Amelia! Magnolia!!" They heard Aunt Karen call.

"Coming!!" Amelia called back. An idea seem to have appeared in her mind. "I want to show you something!" Amelia grinned, getting off of her bed. Amelia dragged Magnolia into another room, just down the hallway in the corner. They were barely in the room when Magnolia smelled varnished wood. As soon as Amelia opened the door, the sweet smell of cinnamon filled her nose.

It was Myers's room. It was also much smaller than Amelia's own room. "Don't tell anyone, this is Myers's room." She whispered, confirming the owner. She started scavenging through his stuff on his desk and under his bed. "Who else lives in here?" Magnolia asked, taking steps deeper into the room.

She caught sight of an old photo. It was a photo of Myers and Myosotis, together with their grandmother. Possibly when they were 7, after she had left the village. "Well, this is my house in a way." Amelia answered, her voice muffled and strained as she was reaching for something under his bed.

"Myosotis and Myers have been living with us since Aunt Helena and Uncle Kevin aren't around anymore." She said it, as if it was alright to talk about it. "Why?" Magnolia quizzed. "They're dead. Heard that they were killed by wild animals while trekking."

Magnolia felt her heart stop at that moment. Killed? Amelia got up from the floor. "What kind of animals?" Magnolia asked, a little worried. "I think it was a wolf, or two... I'm not so sure. You can ask Myers. He was there himself."

"I was bitten by a wolf-shifter."

'It all make sense now.' Lacrimosa mumbled. 'But I'm more afraid that it was my pack. Maybe that's a reason why Myers would be with Golden Bell in the first place.' Magnolia added. Amelia turned around and flashed a black leather jacket book. "Is that his diary?" Magnolia asked. Amelia shrugged.

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