Malia Tate was a werecoyote fighting to forgive herself for her wrong doings when she ran away from the only home she has ever known, and straight into the arms of Hayley Marshall who turned into someone really important to her.
Everything was goin...
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"It's okay if you fall down and lose your spark. Just make sure that when you get back up, you rise the whole damn fire."
Monique, Abigail, and Davina are in a tomb at the cemetery, each in different yoga positions, while trying to do a spell.
They chanted in unison. "Vie dans des ancêtres, renforcer noblesse. Comme des ancêtres, de coeur noblesse. Décider on de ancêtres, garder noblesse."
Monique sat up, screaming, and then began to chant. "Aah! Sine la quatrieme puella leve, comme Genevieve ceciderit. Sine la quatrieme puella leve, comme Genevieve ceciderit."
"Monique, are you ok?" Davina asked her and Monique gasped. "Monique, you sounded like you were possessed."
"I wasn't possessed." Monique shook her head. "I was channeling the ancestors. They say it's time to complete the reaping. To do that, the fourth Harvest girl must be resurrected, which means... it's time for Genevieve to die."
"You've gotta be kidding me," Hayley commented, arms crossed as we stood outside on the porch and looked at all of the new werewolves that stood outside in a line.
"Seriously, what is going on? Who are all these people? Why are they standing out here all weird and lurky?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows as I looked at every single one of them with an intimidating look.
"They've come from all over. All the packs," Eve told us, looking out at the wolves.
"Why? To see a baby that isn't even born yet?" I questioned, my eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
Oliver came out from inside the house. "Forget the baby." He pointed at my stomach in disgust. I rolled my eyes and huffed. "These freaks, they come here to see you." He then looked at Hayley. "Both of you," He added. "You know, given the place your parents held in pack hierarchy, maybe they think you're gonna be the long-lost werewolf messiah's or something."
"Great. No pressure or anything." Hayley sipped her tea as I took a drink out of my can of coca-cola.
Klaus entered the restaurant to talk to Cami.
"What do you want?"
"I formed an alliance with someone who may be able to help your uncle," Klaus explained, a small smile on his face as he looked at the girl he thinks would be an amazing best friend.
