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Episode 41

Author: MICHEAL X
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-08 12:47:39

The First Alpha stretches my limbs, a predator testing its new skin. My fingers trail through a puddle of seawater. It’s warm. Sticky. Leaves streaks like diluted blood on my skin. His skin now.

"Fitting," he murmurs, my voice warped into something alien, amused. "This place remembers death."

Inside, I’m screaming. A raw, silent thing buried under miles of suffocating dark. Drowning. Always drowning.

Then a pinprick. A sliver of light tearing through the oil-slick blackness.

Mama. Cold. Arthur’s… angry.

The child’s voice. Thin. Frayed. Slipping through the cracks in the Alpha’s control like smoke under a door. A hook snagged deep in my ribs, yanking.

They’re here. Close.

The Alpha snarls, a psychic vibration that makes my bones ache. He claws at the intrusion, shredding the fragile connection. But the echo lingers. Cold. Angry. He forces my head to turn, scanning the ruined street.

There.

At the end of the broken pier, where the timbers groan under the weight of the bleeding tide.

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