LOGINHey everyone, sorry for taking some time off. But I will be back with 3-4 chapters daily from Monday. All the exciting twists and turns will hopefully make up for my absence. Till Monday, take care!!!
Silver:I already knew people had riled up against Madeline, so the right thing for me was to spread one little rumor.And I did just that.I made a comment from an unknown account, stating that Madeline’s blood was what helped her cure the children.After that, I knew it would lead to something very nasty. I mean, of course, since I orchestrated it.Robert did a great job.He not only stopped Madeline on her way to get a cure for Yuvonne, but he also broke the bottle.Now he had created enough chaos that people were starting to believe Madeline was lying.And of course, I knew Madeline would never tell them it was her tears she was using, so she was pretty much stuck."Okay, Robert, listen. You need to calm the situation down. Madeline is not supposed to get out of there alive," I told him, holding my phone tightly to my ear.I knew what I was doing. Every single step I made was intentional.I knew this would happen eventually. I just didn’t know the children would start biting and e
Madeline:I woke up to a piercing sensation along my left thigh.It was the kind of pain that was bearable, yet enough to give me goosebumps.As if something had tugged at my skin.More accurately, like when a single hair gets caught somewhere and is being pulled.Then the pain intensified.It spread from my leg to my arms and even my stomach.“Ughh!” A mild groan escaped my lips as I struggled to reach the aching parts.It didn’t take long for me to realize I couldn’t move freely.That I was restrained.“Fuck!” I whimpered when something cold and sharp touched my back.The moment something wet began to trickle down, my eyes shot open.“AHHH!” My own deafening scream woke me up.I gasped for air as the pain hit me all at once.Looking around, I found hideous faces staring at me.They were all watching with anticipation.They all had a few things in common.Those weird, crazed looks on their faces.Not an ounce of empathy for me.And jars in their hands to collect something.My blood.
Madeline:"What do you mean?" I snapped at him immediately."What if it doesn’t work?" the man questioned, and I clenched my jaw."That is a possibility, since this is not how I usually treat the children. First, we give them medicine, then we wait to see if it is working. If it doesn’t, we move forward and prepare more."I tried to explain, but he began to wave his finger in refusal."She’s lying. The liquid is white. It should be red. It should have her blood," he commented, pointing at the bottle and panic struck me.As everyone began to murmur, even the mother leading her child away stopped."Don’t listen to them. It is not the truth. The cure is not my blood. It is my knowledge."I was telling the truth, at least half of it. The other half was a lie.If they figured out it was my tears, they would make me cry endlessly.So I tried to calm them down. However, they did not look calm at all."Have you all lost your minds? At least let the child sleep so that I can see if it is worki
Madeline:It was too much.I could not let them deal with all the worries alone.I knew how important it was for Yuvonne to have a proper funeral, to give her a decent goodbye.She did not deserve to be disrespected like this.So I took it upon myself to at least do one thing right.Maybe that would prompt everyone to start looking for Baxter too.At this point, with everything going on, not only had they taken Baxter from me, but Yuvonne too.So I snuck out to finally meet these people.I knew that if I told Byron, which I did, he would never allow me.He would never let me, not even Ron would.I knew that much.Even though we were on cold terms now, I still believed he would never let me surrender myself.So I did it myself.I went straight to the woods where these people had asked me to come.They had sent me another message with directions to where I needed to be if I wanted Yuvonne’s body secured.And I arrived there.There were a lot of pack members present in the woods.It was
Byron:Madeline had told me her plan, and for the past minute, I had been silently staring at her face.She was waiting for my reaction, but none came.I didn’t want to disrespect her, and I couldn’t bring myself to tell her, even in nice words, that this was the most stupid decision."Please, take a moment," I told Madeline, showing her a hand gesture to calm down."Now think about what you just said to me in your head, and then tell me, do you think what you’re saying is a wise decision?" I asked her in the calmest, nicest way possible.She watched my face in silence for the first few seconds, then let out a deep breath."What do you mean?" she complained, not looking very happy with me."All I’m saying is, repeat the same thing again to me, because I want to know if you realize how—" I paused again as I bit my tongue, "how wrong it sounds."Then I forced myself to calm down.I mean, hurting her would be the last thing I would ever do.It seemed as if she understood that I was being
Madeline:“What the fuck, Elgin?” I finally managed to push him away.I grunted, trying to get out of the car, but he instantly slammed the door shut, making me glare at him as he walked around to the other side and slid back into the driver’s seat, looking smug and satisfied.“Do you realize what
Graham:“You can stop pacing around the room now,” Kaylee complained after I hadn’t spoken a word to her and had been pacing for an hour straight.“Are you worried because she went out with Baxter to his family dinner?” she continued.I closed my eyes, my hands on my waist, trying to contain the an
Madeline:“What?” Graham looked confused.I rubbed my face in my hands, trying to calm my nerves. It felt like I had woken up and chosen violence today.“I mean, Graham, I don’t want to do anything that could ruin my relationship with my husband. I love him,” I said quickly, correcting myself even
Madeline:My body hit the ground with a thud.With my eyes barely open, I saw the old man standing there.The whole façade of him not being able to walk had been a poorly constructed act once he noticed I was arriving.I should have known that a man with so much knowledge and wisdom, a man who had







