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Years ago when I was a little kid, my father and I usually visited Uncle Serbian when he was not a NUTHEAD and evil, and my father would discuss with him about business issues while Lysterr and I would play on the neatly-cut lawn.usually, it was truth or dare, Sometimes I dare Lysterr to run around the house- hos father's apartment other times, I will ask him to tell me what he lobes the most. That was it, an innocent girl having fun. While on the other hand, Lysterr was mischievous as always, he would dare me to eat black sand or grass while he laughs mockingly.He would even pinch me on the cheek and run away. Letting out a big scream, Mom would rush to me, consoling me while applying some sun-burn cream on my redden cheeks.Does incidents created a strain between my mom and Serbian's mom; ( who was alive as of then ) infact it did between me and Lysterr, we never loved each other as family again. I and mom stopped visiting Serbian family because of tge bullying.Mom told father ab

"Caroline, love. Wake up."I felt a gentle touch on my shoulders. I slowly opened my eyes to see my mom smiling down at me."Did it work?" I asked, feeling a little lightheaded as I stood up from the floor."You fell into a deep trance and were unconscious for a while," Mom explained."The session is over. Your full potential has been restored."I was gladdened by the news, feeling a new kind of energy stirring inside me."I can finally face Serbian and his cohorts.""Yes. But just because your powers have been harnessed doesn’t mean you should be reckless. Be careful with Serbian.Mom was still visibly worried."I wouldn’t want to face him alone.""Mom..." I held her shoulders gently. "I’m fine. I’ll save Dad and make sure you’re safe."Mom nodded reluctantly, folding her arms.I glanced at my wristwatch. It was already midday."I have to go—I’ve exceeded my break time from work."I kissed Mom on the cheek and dashed out of the room.---Gregory Farstone, a powerful and feared Werelo

***I woke up with a jolt, shaken from a sleep filled with nightmares.I had slept on the floor of my room instead of the bed, my gown covered in dirt from the woods. Thorns and thistles clung to the fabric. I had no idea how I managed to escape.It was already dawn. As I reflected on last night’s tragedy, tears welled up."Why me? Why is all this happening to my family?"I asked aloud, but no one answered—except the gentle breeze drifting in from the open window.Reaching for my phone on the bed, I dialed a number.A familiar voice answered from the other end."Kent, I need you to meet me at the Chavalet. We need to talk. Now."How I managed to find the bathroom, I couldn’t tell. My vision was blurry from crying, but I still took a quick bath and got dressed for the day.“You need to be strong,” I told myself.---It was 8:00 a.m., and the Chavalet was already open for the day’s business.Kent nursed his glass of wine, eyes distant as he wrestled with his thoughts. His fingers drumme

The calendar glared at me: June 8th. Two days until the moonhunt. My stomach churned. I sat in the grand room of my family home, the chandeliers casting a warm, almost magical glow, but I was too tense to appreciate it.My dad, Grimsburg, was completely absorbed in some piece of metal, his collector's passion taking over. I'd just finished telling him about my unsettling conversation with Serbian.My mom, Caroline, sat across from me, her eyes filled with concern. "You've been quiet, sweetie," she said gently.I smiled, realizing I'd been lost in my own thoughts. "Just thinking, Mom.""How was your day at the hospital?" I asked, knowing her work was often difficult."Not too bad," she sighed. "We had a couple brought in from a terrible accident in Cannal Hills.""Oh no," I said, my heart sinking. "Was it bad?""Terrible," she confirmed. "They were in so much pain. We had to rush them to the ICU and give them strong painkillers."My mom was a healer, a Sesame witch, and she carried the

"The Moonhunt is nearly upon us. It will be upon us in three nights. Lets hope everyone in the pack proves themselves worthy under the coming moonlight."Serbian stated sternly, his bug-eyed stare focused on the open window.His words hung in the air—a subtle threat that sent a shiver down my spine."Uncle" I stuttered, pressure clamping my chest. "I... don't... seem... to understand what you mean?""Nothing for you to worry about, Caroline. You're my niece—my younger brother's daughter. Surely, you wouldn't want to disappoint your uncle or put the pack at risk, would you?"We were in his ridiculously lavish living room, designed with plush white couches and gleaming marble floors."Of course not," I murmured softly. My eyes fixed on the jade teapot on the center table.Serbian turned his gaze toward me, his dark presence suddenly looming."Good. Tell your father—Grimsburg—to meet me at Le Restaurant, our usual spot. I have something to discuss with him."He took a seat on the couch a