A/N: I'm going to keep this short, I hope you guys enjoy—sorry for the wait! I must warn you guys, for all the little kiddies who are reading this book—be careful! This is the very first warning in the story;

There will be very graphic, more mature scenes in the chapters ahead. I will warn you sooner or later but...just a little heads up.

-BookBearer

Jack's POV:

"Why do you have to be asleep?" I groan, carrying the body in my arms, bridal style.

The girl was on a rampage; she had me running around, casing and looking for her all night. Damn, and she was fast too. I chased her through the forest, around creeks, up trees, everywhere. God knows how long I was out in the woods for, but man, was that a work out.

Finally when I caught up to her, she was passed out, her blonde hair mixing in with the brown of the dirt. Her shirt had been torn here and there, along with her jeans, but in all she didn't look too badly hurt. Me on the other hand? Yeah, I had to doge trees, branches, thorns, I tripped on a log and fell face first into a muddy puddle, climb up the tree, then down the tree and it all messed up my hair. My hair. My clothes were ruined, for sure, my shirt had a giant rip down the front, was painted brown by the mud, my jeans were soaking wet and stained, my shoes ruined, but my hair? My hair was my baby…my precious baby! And it died. It died!

I was seriously considering the fact why I was even trying to help this girl out in the first place, I barely even knew her, besides our occasional passing by in the hallway and our run in this morning and I had no clue who she was. Damn my good morals.

So I did what any other former Pup Scout would do; I scooped her up and carried her back out of the forest. Since I had no clue where she lived, I took her to my house. Plus, there was no way in hell I was going over to the vampires' part of town. No way.

And that was after the fact that it was basically after midnight and her parents are probably wondering where she was on a fucking Tuesday-a school night, and when they saw me, a half-naked, clothes torn to pieces werewolf, carrying their half-naked, clothes torn apart, vampire daughter into the house, they'd probably get the wrong idea and shoot me on the spot.

So now here I was, quickly running up in the front of my front lawn, carrying a passed out girl in my arms.

Gee, that's not suspicious at all.

The front of my house was dark, the only lights on were the lamp posts. The windows of my house were dark, the lights inside all off. That meant my parents were probably asleep by now. Great.

Careful not to drop her, I run to the back of the house, slowly creeping up the back door jiggling it to see if it was open. I cursed under my breath; Of course it was locked, since when had my luck been any better? The only other entrance in the back, was the porch door, and if I opened that the alarm would go off.

Think Jack, think!

I run backwards, now standing in the middle of my backyard and look up. A window was still opened; my bedroom window.

Great, now all I have to do is get up there, toss her somewhere in my room until she woke up, ask her where she lived and kick her out. Done and done. As long as my bedroom door was closed, my parents still wouldn't find out. Now the only problem is, how am I supposed to get her and myself up the wall?

Damn.

Finally, after what seemed to be twenty-one hundred trials and then some, I made it up to my room and set her down on my bed. I paced the room, thinking, about how to and how quickly, I could get rid of her. This wasn't good. At all.

I silently walk up to my door, grab the handle and shut it lightly, trying not to wake my parents. Softly, I rest my forehead against the wooden door, a million thoughts racing through my head.

What if her parents thought I kidnapped her? What if they send a search party out for her? And arrest me! And dad? He'd be more disappointed in me than ever. But like I care, right? All he does is beat down on me and point out how horrible I screwed something up, or how I could do better.

Ugh. Dads.

But that's not the problem at hand, right now. I need to get rid of her, asap.

I quit pacing for a minute and glance down at the source of tonight's trouble, seeing her still deep in her sleep. Her eyes closed, her breaths coming in and out slowly of her slightly parted lips. Her dirty, blonde hair was spread out on my blue bed sheets, outlining her relaxed face.

If I wasn't in such a panic right now, I'd actually take the time to admire her current state. She looked…cute in a way, sleeping peacefully like that. If Annie would take some of her makeup off and you know, wear less makeup stuff in general, then I guess she'd maybe look like this. I can say one thing, whatever guy who found himself waking up next to this beauty, was lucky.

Wait. Not beauty-

"Jack? Jack, honey, are you in there?"

My head snaps up and heart stops at the sound of my mother's voice.

Busted.

Oh no. She can't see her like this! She'll get the wrong idea!

Doing whatever stupid idea that popped into my head first, I pick the girl up once more, and tuck her under my sheets, pulling the covers up over her head. I throw a random grey sweatshirt on her before covering her back up, and putting clothes on the top of her and around the bottom of my bed post, so she wouldn't be as noticeable. Plus my sweatshirt would help block out her scent. Ripping my torn shirt off, I scramble around my room, looking for my pajama pants and shirt. Now I understand why a clean room can come in handy.

Suddenly and without any warning whatsoever, my door opened and there stood my mother and father. Mom wore a worried expression, her brown eyes looking around the room. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail and she was already in her pink silk pajamas. Her whole figure relaxed when her brown eyes landed on me and she sighed in relief.

"Jackson." My father's deep voice firmly spoke, his arms crossed over his chest. He was serious as always, his voice and face cold and hard. His lips were drawn into a straight line, his eyes, angry.

"Don't you guys knock?" I say, looking away and crossing my arms over my chest as well. If he wanted to be like that to me, I'll just be the same to him. "I'm trying to get dressed here." I motion down to my bare chest and glare.

"Where were you?" He hissed, stepping in, glancing over the room once, before huffing in disgust. He always had something wrong with me. Always.

"Out." I answered, "Now can you get out?" I responded, my annoyance growing fast. I have enough to deal with already, and I really don't need this right now.

His face contorted in an all - consuming anger; his eyes flashing a low red and closing into slits, his mouth tight, and sharp with his words. He pointed directly at my chest, "You missed the dinner party tonight, Jackson. With the Brown's? I told you, I told you! I did nothing but remind you of its crucial importance to this family and yet, you still ignored it!"

Shit.

I forgot all about the dinner tonight! I was chasing blondie all night that I forgot about this dinner. And Annie—ugh, she's been wanting me to introduce her to my parents formally, for months. She's going to kill me…right after my parents do, of course.

"But, I had to-"

"No more excuses, Jackson!" He snapped, his inner alpha growling. It was so fierce and so sudden that even my mother flinched, shocked at his tone of voice. He only used that tone with threats to the pack, and for him to use it now, must mean he's really pissed.

"You always seem to mess things up, one way or another! Always! No matter how hard I try teach you, you always appear to never listen. You say you want to be the next leader of this pack? The next alpha? You say you want to take my spot once I step down? Well then start acting like it, son! I will not have you ruining this family's reputation or driving this pack to the brink of extinction, because of your insolence and impertinence! Failure is not something I want in brought into this house, and it sometimes seems to me that, that's all you're good for—"

"Enough, David." Mom spoke firmly and stepped in, grabbing his arm and pulling him back. She glared fiercely up at him, as if that would ease the tension in the room. It quickly became painfully silent, his words replaying inside.

I tried to speak, but my voice died in my throat, my mouth slowly opening and closing, taking in and processing all the words. He really meant those things? I was a failure in his eyes? I knew he and I weren't on the same pages sometimes…but this? My heart began to dully ache, my wolf whimpering slightly, taken aback of what my own father spat at me.

My dad.

Mom looked up at me, apologetically, and softly placed her hand on my arm. My eyes met her comforting brown ones, finally noticing that she had sent him away. I shook my head, dazed, and she took me into her arms, sighing sadly. I stood where I was though, not moving.

"Don't take what he said to heart, honey." She whispered after a few quiet moments, stroking my back reassuringly. "He's just worried, that's all. You didn't come home until late, and he was worried that something had happened to you. We both were."

I nodded within her shoulder and she kissed my forehead, stepping back. She gave me a soft smile, pressing a gentle hand on my cheek before moving back to the doorframe. "Try to get some sleep, Jack. We'll talk more about this in the morning."

Nodding again, she left my room, leaving me to my thoughts.

"But, after you take a shower." She popped her head back in the door frame, "No offence, but honey, you have the scent of a vampire. Please take care of that before you spread it around in your bed sheets, alright? Good night."

I gave a weak good night in response and she left for good this time, her own bedroom door clicking shut.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. So that's what my dad really thought, huh? I knew he didn't like something's that I do, but I never thought it'd be that painful to hear out loud. Actually, I didn't think it'd be that painful at all, really.

The shifting around in my bed brought me back, reminding me of the girl that was still inside it. Quickly throwing the random pieces of clothing on her and the sheets, she still seemed to be asleep, even though that whole ordeal. She must really be a heavy sleeper, then.

I take a deep breath, putting the argument behind me and decide to focus on getting her where she needed to go—I didn't need another reason to give my father on why I am a failure. Him figuring out that I brought a vampire into the werewolves' territory would be the tipping point; he'd probably disown me as his son and kick me out. Ass.

Plus, I just need to get out of here for a minute, to cool off and to just breathe.

Shutting the door back, I pick the light girl up in my arms again, bridal style. I've probably picked her up like five times already tonight, but it didn't bother me at all, she seemed to easily fit in my hold. It's weird because she was light and easy and stunning and it just felt right. The only thing that actually felt right in this crazy, messed up life of mine.

And so I jump, out into the cool night, my head already lost within the clouds, my heart ripped up and aching, my stupid feelings hurt, with a sleeping beauty my arms.

The warm light from the outside made a path down from the opened window and shined in my face, waking me from my peaceful slumber. Rising slowly, I softly groan, raising my fisted hands in the air and stretching, trying to blink the sleep away from my eyes.

A yawn escapes my mouth as I open my eyes, taking in my surroundings. My legs were tangled within soft, white bed sheets and encased in a large wooden bedframe. White wrinkled pillows were scattered across the sheets, covering most of a large body indent left next to me.

The sound of singing birds came for outside the opened window, the rustling of trees right alongside it. Fresh air blew softly into the room, igniting a peaceful sigh from within me. The fresh smell of summer always did this to me, calming me down.

"Ouch!" The sound of a pan clattering to the ground knocked me right out the daze, setting me upright immediately. What was that?

Swinging my legs around the edge of the bed, I get up, running a hand through my messy morning hair to get it out of my face, silently cursing to myself when realizing there had been no clothes under the said sheets. I clutch the sheets to my chest, wrapping it around my body before quickly walking through the door frame and out the room.

The smell of bacon instantly hits my nose, my empty stomach grumbling in anticipation. I walk into what seemed to be the kitchen, where the smell was radiating out from. The first thing my eyes land on was a hot, good looking, firm fucking bum, hiding under the cloth of striped pajama pants. It wasn't a bad sight, really, but when the top half of the body arose with what appeared to be the dropped pan…I wasn't disappointed in the slightest.

I was well greeted by ungodly toned arms, two biceps curving wondrously almost like a small hill, on both arms. Two arms I could imagine curling up in forever and never fret about being left behind. The arms were connected to broad shoulders and a tanned, back, sculpted to fucking perfection. Higher up lay a neck and head of what looked to be the softest hair ever. Despite it being the morning, its brown locks looked freshly washed and neat, (unlike mine),-my hands twitched at the thought of running my fingers through it.

"Damn bacon…oww…"He groaned, his voice rough and husky, and for sure the very definition of sexy morning voice.

Smiling at such childness, my legs seemed to have moved forwards on their own, moving me so I was behind the man. The smell of fresh wood and forest radiated off of him, pulling me in more.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, connecting my hands together in the front and pressing my cheek to his back, closing my eyes in pure content. His warmth welcomed my embrace, my mind instantly recognizing and accepting the scent, despite not seeing his face yet.

He chuckled, setting the pan down and wrapping his arms behind him and around my backside. The laugh rumbled through the both of us, tickling me slightly and making my smile widen. He turned his head to the side, softly pressing his lips against my forehead.

"Mm…'morning, Kim. I made breakfast."

I open my eyes, waking up to the actual sounds of birds chirping outside. It wasn't like the dream I was just dreaming about, but I was still outside?

My breath hitches in my throat when my eyes land directly on eight black eyes. A large hairy body was attached to the said eyes, eight hairy legs attached as well.

Sitting right on the bridge of my nose.

Breathe, Kim. Just breathe.

My heart began to pound against my chest as it twitched. And it just about busted out of my chest when it blinked.

Spider. It's just a spider.

Just crush it. You're bigger than it is. Kill it.

I brought my shaky hand up slowly, breathing heavily.

Of course, it had to be a fucking spider. Spider! My worst fucking fear was those eight legged freaks. They laid eggs for god sake!

Just kill it already!

As if it heard my thoughts, it jumped towards my face. I swear I screamed bloody murder and jumped just as high as it went, shaking around like a spastic maniac. The sheet I was covered in, went flying. I spun and spun, screaming and stomping, just hoping to kill the damned thing by accident.

During my rant, foot hit something hard, and apparently that something could speak. "Ouch! Fuck-Hey! Hey! Calm down!"

I yelped once again, jumping back with wide eyes. My mind began to function again and I grabbed the fallen blanket, covering myself.

That 'something' stood up, its body blocking out the one window that let in the light. I squinted really hard to see its face and groaned when I realized whose shaggy brown hair was standing right in front of me. The biggest mutt himself; Jack Brewer.

"What? Why? When?" I stammered, pointing to him. I blinked and froze for a second when I noticed he was shirtless and his abs…wow. And that his black sweat pant waist band hung dangerously low and his 'v' line seeped under-wait.

I looked away, my face heating up at such thoughts about this…this mutt. But…if he's half naked-

Gasping loudly, my eyes widen I look down to see my jeans and shirt, gone, and replaced with a large grey sweatshirt and black boxer briefs.

I look between his stupid amused grin and my clothing, and growl. I point to him and wordlessly yell at him, my mouth opening and closing in attempt to find the correct words to express how angry I was at him. How dare he?

"I closed my eyes, promise." He snorted, putting his hand in the air.

"Why am I here, Brewer?" I growled, trying to hold myself back before I smacked that stupid grin off his stupid face. He shrugged and sat down on the floor, rubbing his head.

It looked like we were in a tree house, all there was, was a wood and a small post for setting up a bed. I guess that's where I slept, he must have slept on the floor then.

"You went on a rampage the other day, and then passed out last night. So I took you to my house," He held up both his hands right before I started screaming at him again, "I didn't do anything. I swear! I just didn't want to leave you in the forest alone."

I paused, then sighed, eventually believing he actually had pure intentions, and motioned for him to go on.

"So I took you to my place. My parents were there, we got into a bit of an argument…" I noticed his eyes softened, as if he was saddened for a second, before it snapped back, returning to its normal state. I made a mental note to ask him about that before we parted and listened back in.

"…and then I found this place. I checked to see if it was empty and it was. I grabbed a few of my clothes before I left and threw them on you, because yours were basically destroyed. Don't worry, those are clean too." He gestured to the boxers I wore and I shrugged, as a response.

"Whatever. Let's just get out of here." I walked over to the small door, opening it and looking out. I groaned when my eyes met nothing but trees, wood and small forest animals, here and there. Looking down, a thick strand of rope was attached to the bottom of the wooden box we slept in and fell straight to the ground.

I turned to the stupid wolf and frowned. "How'd you carry the both of us up here, on a single piece of rope?"

He shrugged as if it was obvious, "I picked you up and climbed the rope. You're actually pretty light."

I scoffed, crossing my arms, insulted. "'Actually pretty light'? What, did you think I was heavy? Is that what you thought?" I rolled my eyes and turned to the rope, pulling on it and testing its stability. That's when he began to stammer, standing up and apologizing. If this is what Annie had to deal with, then she can keep him.

"What? No, not at all! I mean—"

"I got what you mean, don't need to say it twice."

"No, wait listen—"

"It's fine, it's not your fault; dogs are known for speaking before thinking."

"Wait a minute, hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm leaving. I don't want to weigh you down any longer."

"Blondie, wait—don't jump down without me, come on now!"

"It's Kim! K-I-M."

I jump down the rope, landing on the ground with a small grunt. I've done that times before, so it didn't hurt to land on my feet. I put my hands on my hips and look around, trying to find out what direction to go to, to get back home. But all I saw we're the damn trees.

Doing a quick game of 'eenie meenie miney mo', I decide to start heading north, hoping that it was right.

I walk through the forest, moving large leaves and branches that decided to get in my way. I mean, all of this looked the same to me! Large brown trees with green leaves, brown dirt, brown squirrels, grey birds, brown shaggy hair, brown logs, and seriously gross, deformed looking bugs—everything. I would use my scent to find my way out of here, but for some reason, I can't smell the werewolves' territory anymore. Not their territory, or ours…just woods.

My body surges forwards when I'm knocked from behind, two arms wrapped around my waist and a face pressed against my shoulder. I'm taken aback when I have to move my foot in front of us both to keep balance. Such childish I groan and glare over my shoulder, "Jack, what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry," his muffled voice replied, apologizing from within my shoulder. "I didn't mean to say you we're heavy. I feel bad, and I just…don't want anyone else to be mad at me."

I paused, taking in his apology. It sounded sincere…and what point is it to stay mad at him for such a little thing? This must be what his argument was about with his parents, yesterday.

I sighed, resting my hands on his intertwined ones on my stomach, "Its fine, Jack. Really."

We just sat there for a few minutes, I was waiting for him to release me and him? I really don't know. But we just kind of stood there, listening to the sound of the woods, birds, everything. I can't help but lean back into him—but I swear it was just because in the heat of the moment. And I'd be lying if I were to say it wasn't the most peaceful I've been in a long while. Just being here, with Jack, that is.

God, I could so imagine the look on Julie and Grace's faces if they saw this.

Grace.

Julie.

Julie.

Her car.

Annie.

Jack's girlfriend.

Anger burns through me as yesterday's disaster runs through my mind again. It completely shatters the small aura of this moment and made my blood run hot. The smell of rotten sea food, shattered windows, flat tires, muddy leather seats—it all comes rushing back, hitting me like a ton of bricks.

I clear my throat, softly pushing his hands off of me. "Come on, Brewer. We've got to keep moving."

He seemed unhappy about the sudden action, but still stepped away. Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, he looked down, nodding. "Oh yeah, yeah. Right, let's go."

Turning around, we walk side by side forwards, stepping over fallen trunks and logs, both trying to ignore the now tense air and both fighting off the redness of our cheeks.

"We've been walking for hours." I groan, slumping against a tree, my bottom hitting the ground with a soft bump. He followed my lead, sitting down as well, resting his head against the tree trunk.

"I've tried to catch a scent, any scent, but nothing is here." He spoke, defeated. I rested my head on the trunk as well, looking up in the sky. The sky had turned darker since we first started walking, it once was a bright, yellow and blue morning, now a darker blue, and the sun setting. If dad wasn't looking for me before, he must have had called the council, sent out a search party, and then reporting me missing by now, sending pictures of my face to the milk companies to put on their cartons.

He's a bit overprotective. Just a bit.

"If only we had a phone." I growled, kicking some dirt out of frustration. If I had my phone, I could call Julie and she could send someone to get us help."

"Yeah," He agreed, sighing. "I've got mine, but I don't know this 'Julie' girl's number. I could call Milton, but he's still probably at his after school math league or whatever." He closed his eyes, relaxing against the trunk. "It really feels nice out here."

I was just about to follow suit when my mind clicked. My head snapped up fast and I stared at the teenage werewolf. My eye twitched at his stupidity, as my hand reached for a nearby rock, before chucking it at him. "Hey! W-What was that for?" He jumped, startled and rubbing his head where the rock hit him.

I glared at him and pointed, "You said you had your phone?"

"Yeah?"

Another rock was chucked at his head.

"Ouch! Hey, stop that!"

I stood up, my voice loud. "You've had your phone this whole damn time and you didn't say anything?"

"You didn't ask."

This time, a rather large rock was thrown at him, but to his luck, he dodged the item before it gave him any further brain damage than he already had.

"Give me the phone, now." I hissed, my hand extended.

He tossed me his phone and I caught it, turning it on immediately. I cringed at the 'low battery' notification that popped up, but swiped it away, going directly for the keypad. My fingers flew across the screen, dialing Julie's number as fast as I could before hitting call. The phone rung, and as it did, I glared at its idiotic owner, mumbling about how slow and how stupid he was for not showing me this earlier and before we walked up all those miles and—

"Hello?"

"Julie? Julie, it's me, Kim."

"Kim? Oh thank god, Kim! Everyone was so worried! What were you thinking? Running away like that?"

I chewed on my thumb nail as I listened to her rant. She's probably going to continue scolding me about going after Annie. But we don't have time for that right now, Jack's phone is about to die.

"Julie, listen—"

"Kim, why would you do that? This is crazy! Grace is over here yelling-…"

"Julie, I need you to pick—"

"Do you realize what you did? Kim, the Alpha of the wolf pack is over here barking at your dad and at the council, talking about how you tricked his son into doing this! Everyone, vampires and werewolves are on tension-…"

"Julie I need you to come pick us up-"I stopped, my breathing hitching in my throat. Werewolves? Vampires? Council? The Alpha?

"Wait, repeat that again, Julie." I say, heart pounding quickly. This is bad. This is baaad. Like really bad. What happened? The werewolves and vampires have been at a truce for years! What changed?

"Kim, the Werewolves and Vampires are just about to crack. The Werewolves accused you of tricking their next Alpha into starting early, and the Vampires are denying the accusations; saying that they were absurd and that they were the ones who tricked you into beginning early, to throw it all off. If you only saw how defensive your dad was over you, it would scare you too! You thought the regular fights at school between the two species were bad—you should see them now."

I look to Jack and see him lying on the ground, tossing the same rock thrown at him, in the air and catching it. He looked up and met my eyes, smirking and waving.

He won't be smiling in a second.

I frowned, worry sinking into my system and I turned away from him. "Wait, Julie. Throw what off? Who did I trick? All this happened over night?-You know what, tell me when I get home—just come pick me up. Please."

She sighed miserably and I could tell she was pacing back and forth by the way her voice moved with each step she took. She did that when bad situations happened and this was a very bad situation.

"Kim, I would but, can't. Once we found out, your dad immediately tried pulling you out, but it was too late; it's forbidden to interfere once you've accepted it already."

I froze, my heart stopping and my blood running cold. I had an idea of what this meant but I hoped to death that I was wrong this one time. Please."A-Accepted what, Julie?"

"Kim, you've been accepted into the Choosing. Apparently, so had the Alpha's son, Jack Brewer; he started 'the Challenge', as soon as you did. As of yesterday, you two have begun—…"

The line went flat.

Slowly I lower the now dead, phone away from my ear, the sudden seriousness of the situation sinking in.

I had begun the Choosing.

He had begun the Challenge.

I was going to be stuck with him for two months, until it was over. The hardest part of becoming clan leader and I was stuck with my supposed, rival? He was the Alpha's son?

I turn to him, eyes wide. "Y-You?..."

He tilted his head to the side, confused. "What? Is Julie coming to pick us up?" I slowly shook my head as a response, confusing him even more.

"Then what—"

"We cannot smell any life or territories," I interrupt his question, breathing in and out slowly, trying to keep calm. "Because we are in a secluded zone. One reserved for the challenges of becoming next Clan- leader or next Alpha, Jack."

He stopped tossing the rock immediately, it dropping to the ground once he stopped catching it. His eyes widened, as he stood up. He looked around as if seeing this place for the first time, taking everything in.

"This?..." He gestured to the forest.

"Yes."

"And we?..." He motioned between the two of us.

"Uh-huh."

"Two?..."

"Months." I finished for him.

I sighed, slumping back down on the tree trunk. Great. Just great. Things possibly couldn't get any worse than this.

The strong crackle in the air proved otherwise, small droplets of water starting to fall from the once clear sky and onto us. It quickly began to pour harder, but I couldn't care less.

"Great going, Jack." I laughed sarcastically. "You managed to get us stuck in the most impenetrable, sacred, most inaccessible, heavily guarded arena in all of Seaford."

He gave a weak smile and shrugged, running a hand through his now soaked hair. "Sorry?"

I laughed.

Sorry?

Sorry?

My fists hit the soft ground as I laughed and laughed. My stomach hurt from laughing so hard—because this was so funny. This was hilarious.

Because being stuck with this accident prone, empty-headed, damn sexy, filthy mutt for two whole fucking months was so fucking hysterical.

Good going, Kim.

I can scratch that off my list of things that I thought would never have to happen in my short eighteen years of living.

A/N: Okay, I feel terrible for making you wait this long for an update.

But ah well.

I'll be updating my Fanfiction stories here soon, most done by Mid-March. I try to get each update to up to at least 4,000 or 6,000 words, or between 6-12 pages on Word Doc, so I know where to stop. I don't know if you can see where this takes some time or not, but if you still can't, please read that sentence again. Lmao.

Sorry if this kind of jumped straight to the point, I tried stretching it out bit, but I'm not one for long, boring, back stories.

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Later.

-BookBearer