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To my boyfriend: thank you. Thank you for sticking with me.
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“Asklyn! Ashlyn! Get in here!” Charlice yelled. I sighed, getting up slowly. I shook the dirt and leaves out of my hair, then looked at my reflection in the small piece of mirror that Charlice had thrown out of her window. My hair was a rats nest, and my skin was flecked with dirt and grime. “Ashlyn! Now!” Charlice was practically shrieking, and seeing as I wanted to eat sometime within the next week, I set down the mirror and walked out of the small shed in which I slept. As I walked into Charlice’s home, I ran a hand through my hair, trying to get it straightened out. I made it up to her room, and as I opened to foor to her livid face, I knew I was in major trouble.

“What in the name of hell took you so long?” Charlice hissed, her icy blue eyes fixed on me. “It is the first goddamn day of school, and you’re supposed to be getting me ready!”

I bowed my head as unwanted guilt spread through me. I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off with a snarl.

“Don’t speak! Just get me ready!” She flopped down on the bed as I automatically moved towards her closet, grabbing a short, black skirt and a light pink, spaghetti-strapped top. I went through her drawers, grabbing a pair of lacy undergarments, then gave all of the clothes to her, feeling my body automatically freeze. I tried to turn around, but couldn’t as she pulled on her clothes. I felt my face starting to burn as she did so, and when she was done, she snapped, pointing to her hair. “Well? Don’t forget my hair too.”

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Frames that are on here:
Wolf
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Mage/witch

So, people have been wanting to join in on this book, so I’m adding this in for all those who want to have a role in this book. Fair warning tho: if you want to be in this book, you’re gonna have to be willing to answer a lot of questions as to what your character does. If you are willing to do that, then copy down whichever bio frame you would like to do and let’s get going!!!!! ^-^ All you have to do is copy a bio frame and then fill it out in the comments below!

P.S. I will probably be adding in more bio frames as the book continues, so if you want to wait on putting in your bio frame, that’s alright! Just tell me you want a spot in the book and I’ll be happy to wait for as long as you need! (Well, within reason of course ^-^)

Wolf pack bio frame:
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Regular person bio frame

Name:
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Mage/Witch bio frame:

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Skill level: master, apprentice, or beginner.
What kind of magic do you do: elemental (fire, water, ice, earth, air), dark(black magic), light(white magic), spiritual(anything to do with ghosts or spirits), common(just small amounts of magic here and there)

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I immediately walked behind her, grabbing a brush, gently brushing through her already silken hair, but I didn’t notice what I was doing. I was trying not to visualize her naked body. It wasn’t the first time I had seen her naked, but it was still awkward to see her naked while I was bonded to her. It felt... unnatural.

“Ashlyn! I asked you a question!” Charlice’s voice shot through my head, and I jumped, my eyes wide.

“S-sorry! I-I didn’t hear you!”

“I said, ‘what we’re you thinking that made you go so red while I was changing?’” Her arms were crossed, and I mentally cursed as the words came streaming out.

“It’s just awkward for me to see you naked when I’m bonded to you.”

“Oh?” Charlice’s eyebrows were raised. Suddenly, she whipped around and slapped me across the face, her nails leaving four scratches across my cheek. “Too bad. Now get ready for school.”

She walked out of the room, shutting the door with a snap, but I was already moving. I grabbed my usual oversized hoodie and sweatpants, pulling them on over my undergarments. I yanked on my black combat boots as well and went to the door. As I opened it, Charlice was waiting outside the door, and she smirked with satisfaction when she saw how I looked. She started walking away and permitted me to follow. As we walked past the entry hall mirror, I saw just how badly my face was marked up, and I winced. There was blood trickling down from the bottom cut, and it kind of looked like a rabid animal had taken a swipe at me, and truth be told, it was sort of true.

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“Ashlyn! Hurry up!”

I ran to catch up with Charlice. Today was just like every other damn day of the year. I was going to be stuck with Charlice, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
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“What do you mean, ‘Ashlyn’s not going to be with me for 5/6 block’?”

“I meant exactly that, Miss Charlice. You will not have 5/6 classes or lunch with her. There is no possible way to make that happen. I’m sorry.” Charlice was fuming, but Ms. Cathrine was calm as she turned to me, a kind smile on her face. “Why don’t you run along to first period, Miss Ashlyn. Miss Charlice will join you shortly.”

I nodded, quickly leaving before Charlice could tell me otherwise. I had learned that if I didn’t hear her orders, then I didn’t have to follow her them.

I tore through the halls, running until I came to 6B, where my first class was located. I went to the lockers next to the classroom doors, looking for mine. When I found it, however, a boy walked up to me, a smirk written across his face.

“Finally escape your master?” He asked, chuckling. I stepped back, wary of the boy.

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

“Sorry. I think you have the wrong person.” I walked towards my locker, shuttling it with a snap, but the male was right there, looking down at me. He was tall, with piercing blue eyes and jet black hair. His skin was so white it seemingly blinded me.

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“You sure, Ashlyn Green? Because I am. You’re bonded to Charlice Baker.”

I immediately forgot Charlice’s last name, though I hated it because it meant I wouldn’t be able to tell anyone what she did to me. At least, not easily. It had been one of her first commands to me when we were first bonded.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t.” He shrugged, and a lazy grin spread across his face. Despite everything going on, I had to admit it: the grin was hella sexy. There was no point in denying it. He chuckled and reached out, running a finger sling one of the cuts from Charlice’s nails. I winced, but a faint blush appeared in my cheeks. I could feel it slowly spreading across my whole face, and I bit my lip, looking down from that entrancing face. “What’d you do to piss her off this time?”

I felt my eyes widen. How had he known those were from Charlice? To be honest, I was actually going to tell him, but Charlice’s voice cut through the air like a knife.

“Ashlyn stop talking to him!” she ordered, walking over to us. She shoved me out of the way, and I tripped, falling backwards onto the floor. She stepped in front of him, a sickly sweet smile on her face. “You were asking me out, right? Well, I’m here now, so we can go wherever you want!” She giggled, and I tried not to gag, because that laugh was the most obvious fake laugh I had ever heard. To my surprise, however, he side stepped her when she made to take his arm, walking over to me instead.

“Sorry Charlice. I don’t go for girls who use people and then hang them out to dry.” He held out a hand to me, and I took it, not really understanding what was going on. He pulled me up, leading me to class.

“I never gave you my name, did I?” I shook my head, and he chuckled. “How very rude of me. Jackson. Jackson Storm.”

As we walked into class, Charlice opened her mouth to say something, but Jackson’s hands were suddenly covering my ears, muting everything. Once the door shut, he let go of me, chuckling. “I tithing she’s pissed.”

“You think? I have to go home to her like that!”

“Sorry.”

“Whatever.”

“No, really. I’m sorry.”

I rolled my eyes, walking to the back of the class, taking a seat in the far back corner.

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I watched the other students filed in, including Charlice. Thankfully she couldn’t see me through the crowd, and she took a seat at the front. Jackson, however, took the seat next to me, and I cursed. He smirked at me, and I was struck dumb again by his looks. He was beautiful, his skin seemingly glowing, his hair like the night—

I shook my head, ridding my head of those thoughts. He laughed, and I fixed him with a cold glare, but all he did was face forwards, a smirk still etched on his face. He moved his chair slightly closer to mine, and I retaliated, moving mine farther away. He chuckled, but I refused to look at him, though throughout the class, I would continuously sneak peeks at him through my hair, which was still tangled and ratty.

My first two classes weren’t so bad, surprisingly. Charlice didn’t do a thing to me, which was extremely unusual, but to be honest, I was loving it. Then again, she also couldn’t do anything, because she barely saw me. I made sure to duck out of class the moment that the bell rang, and surprisingly, it worked well. I hadn’t seen Jackson since first block, which put me into a happier mood. Hopefully I wouldn’t see him for the rest of the day.

As I walked to my next class, I remembered what the school counselor had said about my classes; I wouldn’t have class 5/6 with Charlice, and I wouldn’t have lunch with her either. I stopped dead, my eyes wide. How would Charlice react to that? Would she think it was my fault? What was this class going to be like without her?

“Better hurry up sweetie. You don’t want to be late to class on your first day of school,” one of the school security guards said, smiling kindly. I nodded to her, quickly apologizing and running off to my next class.

As I walked in, I found my seat— next to him. What the hell was he doing here? Why did it have to be him? What did I do to deserve this?

As I walked to my seat, he chuckled, though his eyes remained fixed on the white board at the front of the class. I whipped my head towards him, hissing. “Something funny?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Believe me, you wouldn’t like it if I told you.”

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I sighed, exasperated, but the teacher started taking roll, and so I shut up.
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“So?” Jackson said, smirking at me. “What was it like, not having a class with your master?”

“She’s not my master!” I hissed, my teeth clenched. Sure, we were in the cafeteria, so it would be hard to overhear us, but I still didn’t want to take any chances.

“Sure she isn’t. You’re bonded to her. You drank each other’s blood, then she said ‘you’re bonded to me’. Now she uses you like a slave.”

“Do you ever shut up?”

“Nope.”

“Great.”

I flopped down on the table, groaning. He laughed, but almost instantly stopped, his eyes fixed on someone who was walking towards our table. As he came to a stop be us, he bit his lip. He looked like a small boy, not much older than 15, but we knew he had to have been 17, otherwise he wouldn’t have been in our school.

“C-can I sit here...?” The boy’s voice was extremely shaken, and to be honest, it was kind of cute.

“Please, do. Take his seat,” I said, motioning to Jackson. The boy laughed shakily, sitting across from me.

“You’re funny.”

I shrugged. I wasn’t really good at taking compliments. I’m generally pretty blasé about those type of things.

“Oh, she’s more than just funny,” Jackson said, smirking. My head whipped towards him, and I glared at him.

“You can just shut your mouth. Now,” I snarled. The boy laughed, and though I was pissed at Jackson, I had to crack a smile.

“I’m Greylan, by the way. And you are?”

“Ashlyn. Ashlyn Green.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said reaching across the table to shake my hand. “And you?” He turned towards Jackson, who stiffened slightly.

“Jackson Storm.”

They shook hands, though I could see something like tension between them, but then again, I knew practically nothing about that kind of boy stuff, so I ignored it.

“Thanks for being so nice to me,” Graylan said, smiling, though his eyes were fixed on Jackson. Jackson was staring right back, and something of anger flashed across his face, though almost instantly, it was gone.

“Of course—”

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Four boys walked up, grabbing Greylan’s lunch. They were tall and athletic, and all pale skinned with a tan. Two of them had brown hair, one of them was blond, and the other one was jet black.

“Hey, Gaylan. What’s for lunch for the fag today?”

Garland sank down in his seat, but I stood up, glaring daggers at the boys.

“Shut up.”

They continued to laugh, looking at me now. One of them— the black haired one— took a step forwards, staring down at me. “Oh? And what’s a pretty thing like you going to do? Kick me?” He grabbed my chin, forcing my face up towards him. “Sorry babe, but—”

The boy was suddenly on the ground, his eyes wide, and Jackson was ontop of him, one knee planted firmly on the boy’s chest, his hand wrapped around the boys throat. “If you ever touch her again, I will cut you open bit by bit every day for the rest of your life and hide you where your screams will never be heard, understood?” Jackson’s voice was soft, but it held a deadly knife in it. All the other boys scampered off, but the boy that Jackson had pinned was starting to go blue in the face. The boy nodded as best as he could, and Jackson let go of him. The boy curled up into a ball, coughing and grabbing his throat. He was gasping for breath, and two of his friends came and grabbed him, quickly running off. If they had been dogs, their tails would have been tucked and their ears flattened. I laughed, and Jackson sighed, shaking his head, watching after the boys. He turned towards Ashlyn, a smirk flitting across his face.

“So? Is my bad behavior earlier forgiven?” Jackson batted his eyelashes mockingly, and I rolled my eyes.

“You look like an idiot.”

He shrugged. “I figured I’d try.”

Greylan laughed, and despite everything, I had to join in.

“Are you two bonded?”

My eyes widened as I understood the question, but Jackson laughed.

“I wish,” he said, and at the same time I said, “Hell no!”

My head snapped towards him, my eyes wide. “What?”

“Kidding, jeeze.”

I rolled my eyes, looking away. Greylan started chattering, and soon lunch was over. Greylan left with a cheery ‘Bye!’, leaving me with Jackson.

“Well? Better hurry along to your master,” Jackson said, chuckling.

“Shut up,” I said, but I smiled, waving as I left.

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The rest of my classes passed quickly, but of course I had my last two with him, so that kind of put a damper on my mood, but to be honest, it was a really good day. Once my last class was over, I immediately rushed out, making it to the front of school before Charlice could catch up. That was one person out of the way. The other—

I turned around to come face to face with Jackson. I cursed, jumping back, batting my hand at him.

“What the hell!”

Jackson laughed, catching my hand, though quickly became serious. “You gonna be good going home?”

I shrugged. “I’ll make it.”

Jackson narrowed his eyes at me, the nodded. “You’re coming with me.”

I balked. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You’re coming with me. I’m not allowing you to go back to that bitch’s place. Besides, it’s only me. No one else, so there’s no worries about rumors or anything like that.”

“Um...”

“Ashlyn!”

I cursed. Charlice had made it through the mass of people, and was now wandering closer and closer to me. I made to go to her, but Jackson stopped me.

“I’m not taking no for an answer. I will take you by force if I have to.”

Charlice was still coming closer, and I loose a breath. I was going to pay for this tomorrow, but...

“You wouldn’t let me go, no matter what I did, got it?”

Jackson chuckled, and before I knew it, he had my hand wrapped in his, and he was pulling me towards a gold Porsche. My eyebrows rose as I say the car.

“Huh. Cool.”

“It was my dads.”

He opened the door to the passenger side, and I quickly got in. With almost inhuman speed, he was inside the car and was pulling out of the parking spot. I looked around at the black leather seats, unsure of what to say.

“Not big on cars?”

I shook my head, but ducked quickly as we passed Charlice. He laughed, and I straitened, looking at him quizzically. “What?”

“It has tinted windows. She wouldn’t have been able to see you.”

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I stiffened slightly, mentally cursing. “Whatever.”

Jackson laughed, and something made me join in. Soon, we were at his place, and I sat in my seat, dumfounded.

“Holy... you live here?”

We were in front of a huge, fancy apartment complex, like the place that only rich people could afford.

“Yeah,” Jackson said.

Before I could unbuckle, he had already reached my door, opening it for me. My eyes widened, but he just chuckled, gesturing for me to go first. He swiped a card, and we walked in. He lived on the first floor of the building, and when I walked in, I froze.

The apartment was beautiful. When you walked in, you immediately entered the living room, and to the right was the kitchen. There was an unbelievable amount of counter space, and the place shone like it was brand new. The living room had a giant black couch in front of a large flatscreen tv, and surrounding the tv’s table were dozens upon dozens of movies. The whole place seemed to be mainly dark colors, minus the walls, which were a pure white. There was no possible way he could afford all of this. Charlice’s parents couldn’t even afford this place! How could Jackson, a high schooler, afford such a beautiful place?

“My parents send me money weekly, and they’re paying for this place until I’m out of school.”

I turned towards him, my eyes wide. “How did you...”

He laughed. “It’s what everyone would think.”

“Oh.”

He laughed again, walking to the kitchen. “Want anything? Cookie, water, soda?”

“I’m fine, but thanks.” I walked around slowly, looking around. “This place... it’s beautiful.”

“Thanks,” he said, smiling. “Feel free to explore the whole place. I’m going to go take a shower real quick.”

I nodded, not really paying attention. I headed over to the movies. There was everything from horror to romance to historical documentations.

After a few minutes, I made my way to the hallway, looking at all the rooms. There were two bathrooms, and three bedrooms that I had seen so far, as well as a game room. As I opened the door to the last room, I cursed profoundly, my eyes wide.

It was Jackson. Shirtless.

I slammed the door shut, my face burning. Why? Why me? Why today?
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“I take it you weren’t expecting that?” Jackson said, doubled over, laughing. I shoved him, still red in the face.

“Well no shit! Shut up already!” I groaned, burying my head in my hands. “Why me...”

“Oh? So you’re not denying that you liked it?”

My face grew hotter, and I was surprised there wasn’t steam coming out of my ears. “Are you joking? No! I mean, like, no, I didn’t enjoy the view!”

His eyebrows raised even higher. “Then why did your face go redder?”

I couldn’t find any more words, so I chucked a pen at him. He did have a point though. In fact, he was actually hot, but there was no way I was going to ever admit that.

As I looked at him, I could swear that there was a faint blush in his cheeks, but for all I knew, it was from him laughing so hard.

“You know, you’re a real—”

“Jerk? I know. I take much pride in that.”

Before I knew it, we were both laughing, and once we started, it was hard to stop. I wanted to hit this boy, but damn, at times he was so funny!

Something still seemed off, though everything that I thought of seemed even more unlikely than the rest.

“Ashlyn? You ok?”

I jumped, cursing. “Yeah, sorry. Just got caught up in my thoughts for a moment.”

He nodded, shrugging. He seemed uneasy, but it was practically unnoticeable, until he looked away from me. Then it was obvious he was tense.

“You ok?”

“Me? Yeah, I’m fine.”

I shrugged, beyond confused, but I grinned. “I still can’t believe I actually did this.”

“Ha, yeah. How mad do you think she’ll be?“

“I bet if we stay quiet, we can probably hear her screaming from here.” We both laughed, and something felt right, like I was safe here. It felt like... home.

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I was nestled into the couch, watching one of Jackson’s movies, when he came in, chuckling. “I take it you like the couch?”

I nodded. I was cuddling one of the pillows, which were soft and fluffy, and I was practically in paradise.

He chuckled. “If you think that’s comfy, you should feel the beds—” He stopped, eyes wide. “That was not meant to be taken in any weird way whatsoever!”

I probably would have been mad at him, but I was too happy to care. “It’s ok.”

He raised his eyebrows at me. “Um, are you ok?”

I giggled—actually giggled! “Yep!”

Jackson chuckled, shaking his head, sitting down on the couch next to me. Before I could say anything, he picked up my legs and plopped them down on top of his own. “Twilight, huh?”

I beamed. “Yep!”

“One of my favorites.”

And that was that. We both shut up, silently watching the movie, though at times, I swear he had been watching me out of the corner of his eye instead, but I wasn’t for sure.

Once the movie was over, we ordered pizza. He somehow managed to guess my favorite toppings like he knew them his whole life, though he put it all down to the cafeteria pizza that we got every year, though I didn’t believe the fact that he had been watching me since I was a freshman, but either way, I wasn’t complaining.

After we were done eating, it was near midnight, and I was yawning and stretching. Jackson chuckled each time he saw me do that, and somehow he miraculously had clothes that fit me.

“They’re my sisters,” Jackson explained, chuckling. “She comes over to stay once in a while, though she’s out of school.”

As soon as I was finished getting dressed, Jackson came in and had me sit down by the bed. “You’re probably always having to get Charlice ready. It’s time someone gets you ready.”

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He gently pulled the brush through my hair, asking if I was alright each time I winced, going slowly over all the knots and tangles. Once he was done, my hair hung down in a beautiful black sheet. It was nearly down to my waist, and he chuckled when I twirled around, grinning. He cleaned up my face, gingerly cleaning out the scratches from Charlice’s nails, then helped me into the bed. He had been right. The bed really was comfier than the couch. It made me feel like I was on a cloud. I didn’t know how I could ever go back now, though I knew that eventually, if not right away, I would have to go back. This wasn’t going to last forever. Nothing ever did.

“Sleep well,” Jackson murmured after tucking me in tight. He brushed a kiss to the top of my head, then left, shutting the door behind him, and... I was alone. I was alone, but at the same time, I wasn’t. I was never going to be alone anymore. I had a feeling that if I were to have called Jackson from across the world, he’d be there faster than anyone could imagine. Probably even faster than I could imagine.

And imagine I did, for that night was the first night I dreamt of Jackson Storm.
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When I woke up that morning, the smell of waffles and eggs could be smelt from the kitchen. My eyes widened, and I suddenly realized just how hungry I was. I immediately walked over the the counter, plopping down in one of the chairs, looking at the plate in front of me.

“Is this mine or—”

“Yours.”

“Thanks,” I said, smirking. He smiled back, and I started wolfing down the food, not really noticing anything around me. He chuckled, leaving once he had made his plate, coming back in time to see me scarf down the rest of my eggs.

“Hungry, were you?” I nodded. “There’s some clothes at the foot of your bed for you too wear, and your other clothes are washed and folded next to them.” I blinked, my eyes wide.

“Thanks.”

He chuckled, pointing to the hall, I turned, heading back to my room to change. When I came out, there was a girl sitting on the counter, talking with Jackson.

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She looked about fifteen, and I was sure I had seen her around the freshmen at school, though maybe it was just because she was helping them out. She was pretty, with dark brown hair, and it was cut in a boys cut. Her skin was a beautiful tan, and she was wearing male clothes. She froze when she saw me, her hazel eyes raking over me.

Jackson had picked out my usual style; a baggy, black sweatshirt and dark grey sweatpants. He had even washed my undergarments, which completely embarrassed me, but I held my head high anyways. Even my combat books looked as if they had been cleaned up. When I had looked in the mirror, I had hardly recognized myself.

“Wow. You look so much better today, Ashlyn,” Jackson said, coming over to me. He took my face in his hands, examining the cuts on my face. I blushed slightly, biting my lip. “The cuts are better too.”

I nodded, looking up at his face, and every thought in my head disappeared. He was beautiful, and as he locked eyes with me, I saw he had a ring of silver around his eyes, like a crescent moon—

“Ashlyn?” Jackson’s voice was far away, and I found myself watching the way his lips moved, the way they shaped themselves when he said my name, wondering what it would be like to have them shape themselves around mine— “Ashlyn. Hey. Snap out of it.”

I jumped, my eyes wide. “What?”

Jackson chuckled, shaking his head. He muttered something under his breath, but I couldn’t tell what it was. He turned, gesturing to the girl. “Ashlyn, this is Aiko Yuishima. Aiko, this is Ashlyn, the girl I was telling you about.”

“H-hi...” She smiles slightly, her hand slightly extending up in a small wave. I bit my lip, waving back.

“Hi...” Something about her being here made me jealous, though I don’t know why. There was no reason for me to be jealous. Jackson chuckled, turning back towards Aiko.

“You want a ride or are you going to take your usual route?”

“Sure... I’ll take a ride.”

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Jackson nodded. “We’ll be leaving in just a sec.” He turned to me. “Want me to do your hair again?”

“I nodded eagerly, smiling. He walked behind me, and I felt him tugging a brush through my hair. He pulled it back into a ponytail, then stepped back, chuckling as I rushed off to go look at it in the mirror. I grinned as I saw it, and when I came back, Jackson had his keys in hand, and him and Aiko were standing by the door, waiting for me. I smiled sheepishly, but he just chuckled, opening the door for me and Aiko.

As we walked out to the car, Aiko took the front seat, and I took the back. For some reason, Jackson laughed when he saw this, though I had no clue why. I just shrugged, buckling, and soon we were on our way. We were all quiet for a while, but Jackson chuckled, shaking his head, looking at me in the rear view mirror.

“Well, Ashlyn, you’re normally more talkative. Same with you, Aiko.”

I shrugged, but Aiko shrank down in her seat, which sent Jackson laughing. He turned around, and I hissed, eyes wide.

“Keep your eyes on the road!”

Jackson laughed, rolling his eyes, smirking, but he turned back around. “Ashlyn, relax. I have good reflexes. Besides, I never get into car crashes.”

“Still!”

Jackson laughed, and I sighed, rolling my eyes, looking out the window.

“You, know, this would be a good time to get to know each other.”

“Jackson, I really want to throw another pen at you, so I’d recommend you watch it...”

“Oh, Ashlyn, sweetie... I could take you out any time,” he said, chuckling. My face reddened.

“You know that’s not what I meant!” I cursed at him profoundly, and Aiko stiffened slightly, sighing. Jackson only chuckled again, but I looked at Aiko, wondering why she had sone that. It was almost as if she was offended by what I had said, but it wasn’t aimed at her at all.

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The air was tense in the car, and I had a feeling we’d probably be able to cut through it with a knife. It was awkward, and as I looked out the window, I could swear I saw a small pack of wolves flitting through the trees, though no one else seemed to notice—

Jackson cleared his throat, jolting me out of my thoughts. Aiko leaned over and whispered something in Jackson’s ear, and a pang of jealousy shot through me. Jackson nodded, and that was it. For the rest of the car ride, we made small talk, though none of it stuck, and soon we were at school. Aiko immediately got out, nodding once to Jackson, then quickly left, her walk graceful and smooth. It was almost like she was dancing, and I gasped after her, eyes wide. I must have been like that for a while, because by the time I was jolted back to reality, Jackson was there, and he even had the nerve to try to undo my seatbelt. I hissed, batting his hand away with my own, blushing and glaring at him.

“Don’t even think about it!!” I got out quickly, pouting, my eyes narrowed at him, though it only made him laugh. He smiled, gesturing towards the building.

“Shall we?”

I nodded, and we started walking towards the entrance, and I was so busy being mad, I didn’t even notice the group of kids emerging from the trees, nor that Aiko was walking straight towards them, all of them graceful and beautiful.

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Lol imma keep this just cuz it’s honestly kinda funny for me to reread XD

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Lol imma keep this just cuz it’s honestly kinda funny for me to reread XD

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(Hey guys, I am indeed working on the book, but I’ve been running into some issues, so it’s going to be about a day or two, if I uh, don’t end up in the hospital, but that might not happen, so yeah.. hopefully that won’t happen, and I’ll be able to start writing up this book again in the next couple of days! Byeee!)

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(Hey guys, I am indeed working on the book, but I’ve been running into some issues, so it’s going to be about a day or two, if I uh, don’t end up in the hospital, but that might not happen, so yeah.. hopefully that won’t happen, and I’ll be able to start writing up this book again in the next couple of days! Byeee!)

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I’m so sorry I haven’t been posting lately guys :( imma be posting some tomorrow after I get done with my therapy, as long as everything is alright. Just wanted to let you all know. Bye ^~^

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I’m so sorry I haven’t been posting lately guys :( imma be posting some tomorrow after I get done with my therapy, as long as everything is alright. Just wanted to let you all know. Bye ^~^

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Oohhhhhkaayyy... sooooo.... I may or may not have lost my notebook for the time being....? 😅yeahhhhhhhhh.... ok, so, I’m trying to find it right now, so hopefully I’ll still be able to  post the book today..?😅😅

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Oohhhhhkaayyy... sooooo.... I may or may not have lost my notebook for the time being....? 😅yeahhhhhhhhh.... ok, so, I’m trying to find it right now, so hopefully I’ll still be able to  post the book today..?😅😅

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I is backkkkkk and I haz found bookkkkkkk!!! ^-^

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I is backkkkkk and I haz found bookkkkkkk!!! ^-^

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I’m finishing the last book chapter thing and then imma start chapter 4 ^-^

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Chapter Four(note: this chapter is from Jackson’s point of view now, so I will be repeating some of the book)

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Chapter Four(note: this chapter is from Jackson’s point of view now, so I will be repeating some of the book)

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I smirked at Ashlyn, trying not to laugh. “So? What was it like, not having a class with your master?”

She glared at me, though she quickly scanned the cafeteria, worried about if anyone could hear what I had said. “She’s not my master!”

“Sure she isn’t. You’re bonded to her. You drank each other’s blood, then she said ‘you’re bonded to me’. Now she uses you like a slave.”

“Do you ever shut up?”

“Nope.”

“Great.”