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❝ 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀,
𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂
𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄
𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁. ❞
In which the youngest Argent returned to t...
❝Save me from the ghosts and shadows before they eat my soul.❞
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'DEAR MARIE-JEANNE, I wish I had better news to report. But even with the support of our Indian allies, we are losing this war to the British. We have heard news that Montreal has fallen. Marcel and I have both suffered injuries. All that keeps us alive is the hope of seeing our home again, and of seeing you, my sister.'
Gerard was explaining about the story of the Beast of Gevaudan to Lydia and Parrish. It begins from Marcel and Sebastien were in battlefield during the Seven Years War in 1760. When they lost the war, they decided to take shelter in a small shack. But the shack was proved to have occupant, a woman. She stated that Marcel and Sebastien shouldn't be there, and she also said that there's something outside the shack other than the British soldiers. A creature of the night. The woman described it as a Shapeshifter, a demon. When Sebastien asked what kind of demon, the woman then replied; a Demon Wolf.
"That letter would eventually find its way into the hands of a young woman. A skilled hunter who would later face the Beast armed with nothing but a steel-tipped pike." Gerard started. "She would be known by history as the Maid of Gevaudan, but her real name was Marie-Jeanne."
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"Maybe someone should resurrect her." Parrish said as he walked to the door.
"Don't leave." Lydia spoke.
He stopped and turned around, "My dreams aren't like yours, Lydia. I'm not just a harbinger of death. I'm the cause of it."
"Jordan!" Lydia called, chasing him.
"Let him go." Gerard stated, making her steps halted.
She turned to face him, "Why?"
"Because as much as we believe Parrish and Cassandra could take on the Beast, neither of us think they're our only hope at stopping it." Chris reasoned.
"What do you mean?"
"We think there's another." Chris replied firmly.
Gerard walked towards her, "You."
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AT THE SCHOOL, Stiles was carrying the badly injured Cassandra while Hayden holding Liam. When they were about to walk straight ahead, suddenly terrified students running around, making their way blocked. So, instead Stiles and Hayden brought them to one of the classrooms.
"The desk! The desk!" Stiles exclaimed as they placed Cassandra and Liam on the desks.
"Liam." Hayden called out.
Liam grunted in pain, "I'm okay. I'm fine."
"Stiles," Cassandra whined in pain. "It hurts."
Stiles grabbed her hand tightly, "Okay, okay. Let me see the wound, alright?"
