Hagen’s P.O.V

I have one priority.
One sole, unshakable priority to find my mate, and the moment it becomes fixed in my mind, I chase after it like a madman.

My body aches, and my stomach growls, but I ignore them both as I move quickly behind Josey while Levi and Damon do their part of distracting our parents. If they didn’t try to stop me from leaving, they’d want to come with me, and I didn’t need them hovering.

I needed to find Nikola. I’d already wasted too much time as it was.

The afternoon sun is high and bright, making us sweat as we race through the packlands. I move as fast as I can, forcing Josey to jog at my side. She watches me like a hawk, making sure I make it without fainting, but my body aches for Nikola more than it does rest.

We keep moving, weaving through familiar paths, ignoring any attention paid our way with only one destination in mind.

The Stone House.

I had to start my search with Jacob because odds were, even if Nikola hadn’t told him where he was, the powerful warlock might’ve figured it out for himself, and while Jacob and I didn’t really have a relationship beyond being ‘kind of’ cousins, he loved helping others.

“Fuck you, Hagen!”

Wide-eyed, I gape as Jacob flips me off before he slams his front door in my face. It makes me jolt and blink for the first time as I watch the heavy door rattle before tendrils of dark magic race up its sides.

…I didn’t think Jacob even knew how to do that — Zyair whispers as if speaking might bring Jacob back out.

Stunned and a little embarrassed, I stand dumbly in my spot for a while before I feel Josey fill the space at my side.

“Well,” she breathes, “Jacob’s definitely not going to help us.”

“No,” I agree before I step back from the house by her guidance.

As we walk away from the home on the edge of pack lands, I try not to get disheartened by only the first setback. This wasn’t going to be easy, I knew that. But still, seeing Jacob’s blatant anger left me trekking in a slight daze.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Josey says, giving my shoulder a slight nudge. “He’s angry, it won’t last forever.”

“It might,” I reply as I try not to cower to the fear that tries to sprout inside of me. “That was Jacob. Jacob, who only hates rainy days more than he hates cursing,” and he’d just told me to ‘fuck off’ in more than one way.

If that was Jacob’s reaction to seeing me, then finding Nikola wasn’t just going to be ‘not easy’. It was going to be hell.

I’d survive it though. For months— years, Nikola had burned through his own hells for me, and if I wanted him, I could do the same.

I shake off the dread and steady my steps as I head towards the home of Nikola’s second closest friend.

Willow’s family home is an easy one to find, given the fact that both she and her father are humans, and those scents in a pack full of wolves are naturally distinct.

I only have to knock once before there’s an answering shout and shuffling follows inside. When the door opens, it’s Willow on the other side, but I’m almost mournful of that fact when rage explodes behind her eyes a moment before she shuts them and takes a deep, measured breath.

“I know you’re not here right now,”the human cackles manically as she lifts her shaking palms. “I know you’re not standing at my front door.”

I retreat, making any trace of me in her vicinity non-existent before she can open her eyes and unleash that rage onto me.

“Well, fuck,” Josey breathes again as she joins my side.

Well, fuck was right.

Nikola’s friends were pissed, and rightfully so, and they’d be no help, but I would’ve withstood their rage in pursuit of an answer if I thought they knew where Nik was, but they didn’t.

I could tell by their sheer fury that they weren’t just upset at me for wrecking the relationship between Nik and me and hurting him in the process, but for taking him from them too, which meant they didn’t know where he was.

Zyair whines as he paces fretfully, wanting out so he can put his nose to the ground and find our mate that way, but it wouldn’t work. For all we knew, Nikola could be light years away on one of the amazing planets he discovered, or hidden behind several spells right in front of us.

The only way to find him was with magic, which left only one more place to try in this pack— The Amorenia Household.

In my mind, memories play out live before me as I walk along the very path unblemished versions of Nik and I had walked down before. I shake those burning images away as I force myself to keep moving.

The path is like the rest of the outer ones in the pack, made of dirt and stone, but it feels like we’re trekking through quicksand now for some reason. At first I think it’s just me, but then I spot the way Josey’s panting beside me, and I know it’s something else.

It’s like there’s a real, looming force settled over every inch of the lands the Amorenias inhabit, and each step closer to the centre drives their warding magic deeper beneath your bones.

What’s stranger still is how the weight of their absence trumps the might of their magic when they are here. It’s like a gaping wound in the pack; the closer you get to it, the more you smell its stench.

They’re not here— I know that, but it’s the best place to find some sort of hint as to where they might be because wherever Nikola was, his parents likely were too.

It was a long shot, but I was hoping that they’d left something behind, or maybe I could figure out a spell if a grimoire were present. I’d spent enough time with Nikola to know how to unwind a spell’s inner workings if you could find its start point.

Hopes and maybes. I was banking on a shot in the dark whilst simultaneously fearing what would happen if the light was smothered out, because Dad had been right when he’d said that the only thing more terrifying than not looking for him, was doing so and still not finding him.

If I couldn’t find Nikola, then the pain that would follow would top what I’d been feeling since I’d lost him. But it wouldn’t stop me.

I’d keep looking for Nikola until the day I died if I had to, because there was no life for me without him.

“The fuck?”

I glance back at Josey who slams her palms against some invisible barrier that stops her, but not me. She kicks and shoves but doesn’t move an inch beyond her last, while I move freely ahead of her.

“You’re locked out,” I say with a frown. “But I’m not.”

I couldn’t imagine why. Surely, any fondness the Amorenias used to feel for me had been wiped out.

She nods with a sigh, “You go ahead then. I’ll wait here.”

I nod and carry on quickly to the house I could already spot. I trudge through the sickly feeling that grows the closer I get, with the one distinct goal of finding something that would lead me to my mate.

I would, because I had to. It was as simple as that. It had to be.

I still didn’t know what I’d say when I saw him. Every time I let myself imagine actually seeing Nikola again, my heart hammered with both fear and longing. Still, beyond a lifetime’s supply of apologies, I didn’t know what I’d say, but I planned to worry about that when I found him.

First, I had to find him, and I would, because living without Nikola wasn’t an option anymore.

Carefully, I climb the creaking steps of the home I’d known all my life and stare at the front mat. Its warding message usually made me smile, but it only spurs an ominous feeling now, especially when I glance at the window showing the playful sign half-fallen.

I swallow around the lump in my throat as I wrap a hand around the doorknob and push it open.

Despite the residents’ declarations of hating visitors, it was always open. I’d always found that strange but as I thought about the barrier keeping Josey out now, I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe all this time, the doors had always been open to me alone.

The scents that greet me make my chest burn with scorching longing as I carefully inch my way inside, barely placing any weight as I go.

Base instincts rattle inside me, demanding I retreat because it feels like I’m intruding on some dangerous creature or engaging in some sick invasion of a space I did not belong in— one that equally didn’t want me inside of it, but I had to do something, so I keep moving.

The house is disturbingly quiet, to the point that the hairs on my arms and at the back of my neck stand at attention. I didn’t think the house had many faulty floorboards, but I seem to step on each one as I make my way inside the hallowed home.

At the intersection between the stairwell and the hall, I glance up briefly before turning away, heading for the atheneum.

I couldn’t go to his room. That would be too much.

His scent, his things— him. No matter how desperate I was for even a dated taste of him,I couldn’t handle that right now, so the atheneum it is.

The familiar room is as grand and endless as it always was, stacked full of grimoires that are made to be spiralling walls. I walk through them, looking for the centre region they used as a lounge, the one I’m hoping is left with some book or… something… only it feels like an endless maze meant to kill me without them guiding me.

Nevertheless, I keep walking, endlessly searching and eventually, I do find the centre, and there is something there, or rather, someone.

Aunty Kat swivels at the sound of my sneakers squeaking to a stop against her marble floors, and her purple eyes grow wide at the sight of me. There’s a large messenger bag strapped over her shoulder and it turns with her, moving so quickly that one of the books she’s shoving inside almost slips out. But it doesn’t, not that she notices.

Her gaze never shifts from me, the intruder, which at first seems to surprise her before it registers, and then, it only enrages her.

“You’re here,” she sneers the words like they make her sick, and my instincts immediately make me take a step back. “You’re actually here? In our home?!”

Each word comes louder as she stands taller, seeming to grow in size with fury alone. Her eyes narrow and one twitches, and everything inside of me says, run.

It wasn’t that I’d never seen Aunty Kat mad. I had. I’d just never seen her this mad.

“No!” She booms, and in a moment, cold magic brutally seizes me and tears me out of her home.

I tumble out onto the front lawn of the house before I manage to catch my footing, and when I do, she’s stood in front of me with those fiery purple eyes fixed on me. Sporadic tendrils of magic were sprouting from her, making the tips of her hair curl upwards.

“How did you even get in?” She snaps, looking behind me and down toward the path where Josey waits. Her expression twists with confusion before it clears suddenly and she chokes out a laugh. “Of course. It’s my own damn fault. It’s all my fault.”

I don’t understand what she means but I force myself to stand, and then to meet her cruel gaze.

I swallow before I speak. “I-I know I have no right, but—”

“There’s no but, Hagen,” she grinds out, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. “There’s no ‘but’ to add to the end of that sentence. You have no right! None! That’s it. You have used and abused my son’s love for you for too long, and you have no right— you never did.”

“I know,” I croak as my heart spasms inside my chest. Shame tries to wrap a leash around it until it stops beating, but hope and fear force it to beat anyway because this is it.

This was it. This was my chance to find Nik and I had to get to him.

“I know I don’t, and I’m sorry. I-I’m so sorry. I’ve been horrible, but—”

“I said no but!”

Unbridled anger lashes out at me and the space around me, forcing me back several steps as it slams the grass blades flat on their sides. I choke against the raw power that makes the blood in my veins quiver for an escape.

In my mind, I picture Nikola— happy, sad, hurt, and then angry, and I focus on that last image of him as I force down the urge to wince.

“You always have an excuse. Ever since you were young, you’ve always had an excuse,” she whispers tightly, staring down at me from over her nose like I’m a bug she’s contemplating smushing beneath her boot. “You were the victim, and let me tell you, Hagen. You play it well.” She shakes her head as her magic rises strong, “I believed you over him so much— your pain over his. The fault fell on Nikki, every time. Every. Single. Time. I thought he just needed to learn to control himself, to have patience, but no amount of patience or effort was good enough for you.”

“I’m sorry,” I croak desperately. “I’m so sorry. I know th-that I fucked up, a lot. I-I always thought it was him—” she scoffs, fists clenching at her side. “I know better now!”

“Now,” she mocks. “After eighteen fucking years, now you know better?!?”

Her words are like lashes, ones that lay over the wounds of Nikola’s parting ones to me. Ones that had said the same thing, of how long he’d waited, trying, begging me to love him as he loved me.

I wanted to take my time. I wasn’t ready. That hadn’t ever been a lie, but maybe I would’ve been if I’d been fighting for Nikola’s forgiveness the same way he’d been fighting for mine since the beginning.

I shake my head, wanting to turn back time and start again, but that wasn’t possible and it was too easy, and this… this was hell, and hell was worse.

“I can do better,” I sob because they’re tears in my eyes. Fresh ones that aren’t only for Nik and I, but Aunty Kat too. “I-I want to do better.”

“Didn’t you want to do better last year? After his birthday?” She asks her voice laced with her venom. “Didn’t you want to give him a chance?”

“I—” I gape.

“You’ve never given him a chance!” She yells, and in her purple, hateful eyes, I spot the way they glimmer, the way they shine with unshed tears. “He never stood a chance with you. Never. You’ve just taken, and taken, and consumed him whole, and now, you want to get what’s left too. I won’t let you.”

My heart drops, real fear pumping inside of it at the threat behind those last words.

“No. Please,” I croak, shaking my head. “I-I’ll make it b-better. I-I made a mistake! A-A-A big mistake and I’ll pay for it for the rest of my life. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to him, trying to make it all up to him. I just need a chance—”

Those are the wrong words, though I don’t think any right words exist in the face of so much anger and hatred, but those… those are the wrong ones.

“No,” she booms, almost shrieking, cutting me off as her magic pushes me back, forcing me to retreat away from her, from the house, and any chance of finding Nik. “No more chances!”

“Please—”

“You’ll get nothing from me. Never again, Hagen,” she vows as I skid back, dragged away by the claws of her magic that aren’t gentle with their grip. “…You’re lucky you’re still breathing.”

When I skid past the barrier, I finally notice the true depths of its looming presence because it slams shut behind me, standing tall like an impenetrable wall. Behind it, Josey grabs my arms, steadying me, but it’s not just Josey and me who’re out here now.

“Kat,” Dad says, his voice hard yet imploring as he steps up to the wall between us and the witch standing on the other side who’d never looked so hatefully at the lot of us. “Katerina, please.”

“You get nothing either, Julian!” She snaps as her magic gathers, lashing out at everything around us until there’s a quiet storm brewing overhead, like the heat I can feel budding beneath the earth. “None of you deserve anything from me.”

“Kat, he’ll make it right,” Dad tries, and I can hear the heartbreak in his voice because the hate spewing from Aunty Kat isn’t just for me, but for him too. “He’ll—”

“He had his chance! He had years of chances and all he’s ever done is tear Nikola down, and you let him!” She booms, her voice crackling like lightning. “You let him get away with it, again and again, and made me do the same!”

“That’s not fair!” Dad shouts back, a sliver of the former alpha seeping through. “Nikola did bad things— horrible things!”

“And when he apologised and tried to do better, you all crucified him for it and refused to forgive him! No matter how many times he apologised!” She shoots back, and finally, her tears slip free. They slide down, but it’s almost like they don’t belong to her, because they have absolutely no effect on her loathsome expression. “…We should’ve left.”

It’s no longer about me, nor me and Nikola. It’s about them and the years of pain and sacrifices they’d made for each other; for us.

That’s why the pain and cruelty that those words unleash in me is nothing compared to the agony I feel overwhelm the depths of my father’s very being.

“…Katerina,” this time, he says her name mournfully.

“We. Should’ve. Left,” she repeats, slower and harder to ensure he felt each word. “I knew that, but this was my home, you were my friends, and you begged. Do you remember? ‘Kat, please. He’s barely speaking to us’. Never mind the fact that Nik was alright, because why should he matter? He wasn’t yours, and you’ve only ever cared about yours.”

“Kat,” It’s a plea this time.

“I cared about mine and yours. Because we were friends, because we were family,” she grinds out as more tears ripple through and the earth beneath her feet cracks and blackens, webbing out like a missile programmed to destroy. “I cared, so we came back. I shouldn’t have… I should’ve taken my son and ran like hell so he could’ve had a life away from yours.”

On this side of the barrier, there’s only pain. An unrelenting amount of it that rattles through our family bond, through each of us, and leaves us mutely staring up at the source of it, the source none of us could manage to refute.

In our silence, Aunty Katty drops her gaze back down to me and I don’t dare breathe as her lip curls with near disgust.

“I’m running now because, for the first time in his life, Nikola wants nothing to do with you,” she says plainly. It’s not meant to hurt. She doesn’t have to try because it’s just the truth, but the truth hurts well enough for Zyair to howl his pain. “I’m not keeping him away; he doesn’t want to be with you, so if you think, for a second, that I’m going to mess that up, you’re even more selfish than I know you are.”

It’s not important. Focus on finding him. I close my eyes while I try to block out her words.

I could deal with the wounds they opened when I found Nik and fixed things, but not before.

Find him, that’s all that matters.

“I won’t let you hurt him again.”

My eyes open and meet hers, and in them, I see the resolve in her eyes and know in a heartbeat what she really means.

“No!” I push out of Josey’s arms, racing forward only to meet the barrier. “Please, n-no. don’t!”

But then she leaves, without a word, without a response. She just leaves, disappearing from the pack and our lives, and takes with her the little hope I’d kindled for myself, leaving nothing behind but gaping terror.

I can’t breathe. I can’t shuffle air into my lungs with that threat hanging over my head.

That was meant to hurt— to inflict fear— and it did.

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I pace the four steps in front of me insistently because I have to.

I have to move, to do something, and since I have no idea where I should be moving to get to my mate, this is where I move.

My family watches me, but nobody says a word; nobody has said a word since Josey relayed what happened with Aunty Kat.

Our household wasn’t a quiet one.

For as long as I could remember, someone was always yelling or laughing, screaming or crying. It didn’t matter how many of us were here, silence didn’t happen.

We’re silent now, seated in the living room, all of us except Peter.

They’d all felt her rage through the pack, but to learn the reason why had left Levi and Damon mostly shocked, while the Old Man looked just as hurt as Dad, who he’d been holding since he’d returned home, head cast down.

I felt as horrible for Dad as I did for myself, but I was wasting time pacing here when I needed to be out looking for Nik.

Aunty Kat hadn’t said it outright, but something about her last statement made it seem like she was working on a way to keep Nikola and me apart for good, and that made the already dwindling time frame an even smaller one.

“Mekhi,” I say, looking at Damon. “He can help, right?”

Damon winces, his blue eyes mournful. “I asked before I even saw you and he was hesitant then. After feeling her anger today, there’s no way.”

“It’ll be the same for all witches,” Josey adds with a sigh. “Damon might be their alpha, but no smart witch would risk directing that rage on themselves.”

“And I wouldn’t ask them to,” Damon adds the moment my lips part. “That’s not fair.”

I didn’t care what was fair. I just wanted Nik.

Silence falls over the lot of us again, and its haunting in a way that makes me want to crawl out of my own skin.

Four steps. I pace and pace, a moment away from letting Zyair out so at least we’d be doing something his way.

“What are you going to do?” Levi’s the one brave enough to speak again, and he looks at me when he asks his questions. “You’re not just going to give up, are you?”

“No,” I dismiss quickly. That wasn’t even an option. “I’m going to look for him, outside the pack. I just… I don’t know where to start.”

It’s humiliating to admit it aloud, but that embarrassment is nothing compared to the shame I feel inside.

How could I not know where my mate would go?

I knew Nik. I knew that his favourite colour was hot pink, that he liked starting his days with yoga, that if you gave him a bowl of grapes, he’d eat the green and not the others, and that he had to take five deep breaths through his nose before he allowed himself to fall asleep at night.

I knew him, all these little, ridiculous things about him, and yet, I didn’t have the faintest clue where he could be now. I didn’t even know where to begin.

“I have an idea,” Dad says, sounding like himself but his eyes remain fixed on the floor as he speaks. “Of where he— they, might be.”

I come to a stop while the others sit up, ready to get a move on the minute he gives me something to work with. But Dad first shares a look with Pops, and when they both seem to decide on something, Pops is the one who speaks.

“What do you all know about the vampires?”

It’s the last thing I expect him to say. It’s so out of the blue that I think I haven’t heard him right, but his expression is nothing but serious as he looks at me.

“The vampires?” I echo carefully.

“Small species, but growing quickly,” Damon answers for us, his expression a fixed one. “They like some messed up shit, but they might all have one leader, right? The details on that last part are a little vague for everyone.”

Pops grimaces but nods a little, “You’re mostly correct, except they’re not a small species. There’re more of them than most of the supernatural species on this planet combined, and they do have a leader.” He looks at Dad again before he says, “Lincoln Wolf.”

“Lincoln Wolf?” Josey repeats with a slight chuckle. “Wolf? Really? Wolf is the vampire leader’s last name?”

“Lincoln is one of the oldest beings on this planet, in this realm,” Pops continues, ignoring Josey’s comment. “He’s powerful— very powerful— and he has links to the elves.”

“The elves,” Damon is the one who speaks now, and the concern in his voice shows on his face.

We all knew the elves were the strongest of us all, of any known living being. They lived in their own realm, completely separated from the rest of us, and they’d only changed that once when they’d come here to dismiss the Great War between humans and werewolves.

They were the reasons humans had no recollection of our species, despite the centuries we’d been so greatly intertwined. Powerful didn’t even begin to describe them.

“Yeah, so you get the risk with this guy,” Pops continues with a huff. “Lucky for us, he mostly keeps to himself, once you don’t mess with the people he cares about. It’s a pretty short list: it’s got his life partner, his two closest friends, and…” he sighs as he shares the last bit, “the Amorenias.”

“The Amorenias?” I ask, confused beyond measure.

“Why the fuck would an old vampire give a damn about them?” That’s Josey, and for once in our lives, she seems to be on the same level of ignorance as me.

“And how do you know so much about this guy?” Levi asks, eyes narrowed.

“About who he cares about?” Damon tacks on.

The old man looks exhausted before he’s even begun to answer our questions, and a little lost too, but Dad saves him. Looking at us for the first time since we’d left the edges of the Amorenia home, he slips that thin mask of indifference over his face, the one he used when he was needed for business, even if his heart was bleeding out beneath it.

“Years ago, when Levi and Damon were just pups, before you two were even born,” he starts, gesturing towards Josey and me, “I sought out a meeting with Lincoln.”

My eyes widen, and like my siblings, I’m left speechless as I stare at my Dad. It didn’t matter that I’d not known about this Lincoln guy five minutes ago, what I’d heard of him so far made him sound legendary, and our dad had met him.

“I realised that eventually, this planet would be too small to house all its secret species, and one day, it’ll all come tumbling out and there’d be some kind of fight for land and resources,” he continues speedily, matter-of-factly. “It’d be long after we’ve died, but you don’t stop caring about your kids or your pack as alpha. So, I decided to try to ally ourselves with a species that would be here through it all.”

“The vampires,” Damon breathes as understanding begins to dawn over us all slowly.

Dad nods, “Not only would they be here, but there same leaders would mostly be here, and it made for the best bet. That’s how we met Lincoln, how we know about him. He’s slowly coming out of the shadows now, which is why the general information about him is so vague, but he is real and like you’re father said, he only cares about a very small handful of people.”

“And the Amorenias are in that handful?” I supply and Dad nods again. “How?”

“Katerina doesn’t like talking about it much, but before she found us, she lived in a coven” Pops answers tightly, a frown narrowing his features. “The witches there treated her and her mother horribly, and when they found out how powerful she was, they killed her mother trying to get to her. They captured her, and meant to siphon out all of her magic, but by some blood deal or vow in their family, Lincoln saved her.

“She was with him only for a short time before she found us, and then she stayed here after we helped her kill what was left of her coven,” he continues, tying in lines to stories that sounded more familiar. “But she and Lincoln stayed… in touch. They got along pretty well, and then when she had Nikola, they became family.”

“Family?” Levi repeats with a frown. “If they’re so close, how have none of us ever heard about this?”

“To protect them,” Pops answers with a shrug. “The worst way to endanger the people you care about is by letting others know who those people are.”

“So they’ve all kept this a secret for years?” Damon asks with wide eyes. “Nik sometimes mentioned this Appa person. Sounded like a grand-dad, but with the fact that their whole bloodline is dead, I always thought he was talking to a dead ancestor or something.”

“He was talking about this Lincoln person, and he trusts him enough that that’s where they probably are,” I state, ignoring the ache that starts in my chest at the rove of mistrust Nikola had been harbouring for years by keeping this secret. “Okay. Where is he? How do I find him?”

I expect my parents to tell me, to give me something, but instead, they stare at me with pleading eyes.

“What?”

“Hagen, Lincoln loves Nikola,” Dad says plainly, his gaze on me imploring. “He loves him like his own. They have a very close bond, and if Nikola is as hurt as you are from this whole ordeal, then Lincoln will not show you mercy if you show up on his front step.”

Fear rattles through me, driven by the unease in Dad’s tone, but I couldn’t let it stop me. “I’ll get through him.”

“He’s eons old, living in an underground castle with an army of hundreds of thousands at his beck and call. There is no ‘getting through’, Hagen,” he snaps.

“I’ll find a way!” I shout back. “I’ll find a way because I have to. N-Nikola would do the same for me.”

There could be a legion against him, and Nikola would take them all on to get to me, or he would’ve. I’d be damned if now I didn’t do the same.

“How do I find him?”

“Hagen—”

“No!” I shout and in my voice, there’s a conviction that I’ve never heard before, one that brings the room to a hushed quiet. “I’m done fucking around! I’ve wasted months already, I can’t waste any more time! I’m going to find him. I’m leaving, no matter what you say, so just tell me where my mate is or I swear to Goddess… I will spend the rest of my life hating you if you don’t. So—” I take a much-needed breath and use the last shred of my patience to ask, “Where? Is. He?”

It’s a question, but its answer is not one up for debate.

One way or another, I’d find this castle and I’d fight my way through to get to Nikola, or I’d die trying, and then at least he’d know that I fought just as hard as he always had for us.

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The wayyyy seeing Hagen ready to face an army for Nik is pleasing to me!!!!! Y’ALL DON’T GET IT

Thoughts?????????????

Thoughts on Hagen’s search in the pack???? On Jacob and Willow’s response???? On Kat’s reaction?????

On Kat vs Julian?!?!!?

I promise this pain is coming to an end soon! They’ll be together again soon!!!! Like literally next chapter or so

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