LOGIN3RD POV
"Then can you tell us what you have experienced, who knows, we may like your god." Nate said.
The killer's expression turned hideous.
His lips stretched in a slow, broken grin that didn’t reach his eyes. His eyes… they shifted, dark and hollow, like something had eaten away the man inside and left only a shell behind. A faint tremor ran through his shoulders, and the air in the cave thickened.
For a moment, everyone held their bre
3RD POV"Then can you tell us what you have experienced, who knows, we may like your god." Nate said.The killer's expression turned hideous.His lips stretched in a slow, broken grin that didn’t reach his eyes. His eyes… they shifted, dark and hollow, like something had eaten away the man inside and left only a shell behind. A faint tremor ran through his shoulders, and the air in the cave thickened.For a moment, everyone held their breath.Even the dripping water from the cave ceiling seemed to pause.Fear crept into their bones, silent and cold. What if he attacked? What if he decided to kill Zane right there?Zane lay limp in his arms, his head tilted awkwardly, his chest rising faintly.If Zane had been awake, he could have struggled. He could have fought. But now… he was nothing more than a fragile weight.And that made everything worse.No one knew what drug they had used
3rd POVThe police stood in a loose line, their weapons lowered but ready. One of them raised a hand slowly, palm open, voice steady as he spoke.“Listen… let the child go. We can talk this out.”The man didn’t move. His grip around Zane’s neck tightened, the knife pressing closer against the boy’s skin.“Four minutes,” he said, his voice rough. “You have four minutes left.”A murmur spread through the officers. One of them checked his watch, his brows tightening.“He already gave five minutes earlier,” another whispered under his breath. “He’s counting down.”No one moved back. No one stepped away.Because walking down the mountain blindly made no sense. One wrong step, one hidden trigger, and everything could end in seconds.The possibility hung in the air.Bombs.Traps.A setup waiting for them
3rd POVDavid's team and the police simultaneously discovered that the stolen van was parked west of the capital.A low murmur spread through the officers. Radios crackled. Boots shifted against gravel.One officer pointed at the screen in the patrol car. “It hasn’t moved in hours.”
MANNIE’S POVMy hand hovered above my phone screen as I contemplated calling Dominic. Biting my lips, my eyes hazy and filled with contemplation as I wondered if this was the right thing to do.The call icon glowed faintly under my thumb. One tap. That was all it would take.My finger trembled.
3RD POVMrs. Rosalind stepped out of her house with a bunch of well-packaged flowers.She adjusted the wrapper around the bouquet, patting it neatly before placing it carefully into the basket of her small granny bike. The flowers were fresh—roses, daisies, and a few sprigs of lavender she had grown herself.Gardening had become her pride. Her quiet joy.With her children grown and her grandchildren scattered across cities and countries, silence had crept into her life. At first, it had been unbearable. The house had felt too big, and boredom was killing her. So she planted things.And in return, they grew.She mounted her little bike and began pedaling slowly out of the community, humming softly to herself.“Hm… why is that child walking like that?” she muttered under her breath, instinctively slowing down.Her sharp, aged eyes narrowed slightly as she tilted her head, trying to get a better look.“Oh… it’s Mannie’s child.”Recognition softened her gaze for a moment.“But why is he w
3rd POVAfter the call ended, Mannie looked at the screen and shook her head, “Tsundere,” she muttered under her breath.She lingered for a second, thumb hovering over her phone like she might call back, then scoffed softly and slipped it into her pocket. “Acting all cold like that…” she murmured, though there was a faint smile tugging at her lips.Mannie entered the living room to see the kids watching TV.The cartoon blasted loudly, colors flashing across the screen as laughter erupted from the characters. The children were sprawled everywhere—on the couch, the rug, even leaning against each other like a pile of sleepy puppies. Their attention was completely locked onto the screen.“Are you all through with your homework?” Mannie asked.The kids all nodded their heads without even looking at her, their eyes glued to the cartoon.Even Nate wasn’t an exception. His usual composed demeanor had melted away, his chin resting on his palm as he stared intently.Mannie folded her arms and r
Mannie’s POVI stared at Clarissa Lin’s number on my phone for a long time.I wasn’t shaking.I was boiling.This wasn’t just about me anymore. This was about every woman Evan had hurt. Every victim who never got justice. Every woman who walked into that office scared of a man with power and a fake
Mannie’s POVMy phone buzzed again the moment I stepped out of Dominic’s office.I barely glanced at the screen before answering.“Hello?”“Mannie?”The familiar voice of my best friend, Kayla, broke through the static in my chest. She was breathless, probably from chasing after Adam again. I coul
Dominic’s POVThe knock on my office door wasn’t loud.It was quite sharp and steady. But it still jolted through me like a pulse of static.I looked up from the file I’d been staring at for ten straight minutes without reading a word. My jaw ached from clenching. My wolf had been pacing inside m
Mannie’s POVI should have known today would go wrong from the moment I walked in and saw Evan grinning like a shark near my desk. The department manager, Mr. Song, stood beside him, flipping through a folder, pretending not to hear Evan's smug little voice.“Mannie Twain,” Mr. Song said without lo







