로그인BECCA'S POV
During lunch hour, Pearl, I, and her guards snuck out of the school and drove to a restaurant in my car. I had some free
time to wander around town, and various sites were recommended to me.
I think I heard something crying out to me as we drove by an antique shop.
Sam whispered to me, "That's Mrs. Wonder's antique shop."
"That woman is strange; we heard she has the strongest everything in town, but I wouldn't go there if I were you; she is creepy and frightening." Pearl remarked, "She snuck around the bushes hunting for plants."
Beatrice continued, "I heard she killed the last kid who went to her house to pluck an apple."
Even though the sun was shining, it was difficult to see into the shop because it was quite dark.
What was within piqued my interest. I was suddenly distracted from my thoughts by Pearl's laughter. "These girls are way too loud," I muttered.
I parked my car at a park and we made our way to the restaurant where we ordered snacks. Sam and Beatrice were still talking about the woman who owns the antique shop.
"Who knows, maybe Mrs. Wonders has a love potion to entice Cole," Sam joked. Pearl's eyes widened as if she'd just got a brilliant idea.
I had to admit, Sam made sense, and I was eager to learn more about what was going on at the shop, so I added…
"Why not go there after we eat?"
Pearl smiled as she responded, "Great idea Becca."
I grinned as I gazed out the window. My mother was there!
The same woman who said she'd take it easy! She was smiling at a young man and gently stroking his hands to make him feel at ease.
I was furious; I'm sure what he was saying wasn't even amusing! As I approached her, I forgot we had snuck out of school.
"Hello mum, nice to see you here," I responded, smiling.
"Oh you have a daughter?" the guy inquired, smacking his lips and staring at me up and down.
" True.... I do have a daughter who should be in school," she admitted, her teeth clenched.
The man recognized the atmosphere and excused himself.
Smart guy!
"What are you doing outside of school?" my
mother inquired, trying not to draw attention to herself.
But that's not going to happen.
I was furious and yelled at her, "What are you doing with the guy, mum?" We just got here, and despite all the promises, you're already running around with a new guy?
"I'm not doing this with you in public," she muttered as she turned around and walked back to her car.
Everyone in the restaurant was staring at us, as if they hadn't seen people argue in a long time.
Sam, Beatrice and Pearl were awfully quiet, looking at me with a slight pity in their eyes as soon as I got back to the car.
“Let's go”, I commanded, still riding high on the deep emotions I was feeling.
After that, we drove back to school. All through class, I couldn't concentrate, I was desperate to get it over with and get home and confront her.
SKYE'S POVThe hunger changes in the Margin.Back at Crestfall, it's been a constant low frequency — background noise, manageable, the kind of urgeI can push down and keep down if I stay focused. Here it's different. The Margin has its own pressure, and it presses on everything, and what it presses hardest on is whatever's already trying to break out of its box.I kept walking and kept my hands loose at my sides and didn't look too long at the pulse in Becca's throat.She's moving fast, the way she's been since the moment we entered the treeline, like urgency is the only thing holding her together and she knows it and has decided that's fine. I match her pace without difficulty, which is still strange to me. A week ago, keeping up with anything would have required actual effort. Now the effort is all internal, all pointed inward, all about not being what I'm capable of being."You've gone quiet," she said, not looking at me."I'm always quiet.""You're quieter than usual. Which is ala
BECCA'S POVThe forest had no stars.That was the first wrong thing I noticed. Not the trees with their bark the color of bruised plums, not the way the ground felt slightly too soft underfoot, like walking on the back of something sleeping. It was the sky — a low, woolen dark without a single point of light, pressing down on them like a held breath.I had been in bad places before. Last month she would have said the worst her blue walled room, trapped between my Mom’s boyfriend cheap cologne and her own forced solitude. Now I knew better.The worst was here."Sam!" My voice didn't carry right in this place. The word fell flat, absorbed by the dark between the trees like it had never existed at all. She tried again anyway
SKYE'S POVThe other me smiled like he knew a joke I hadn't figured out yet."So," Human Skye said, circling me the way a predator circles prey. Except he was the prey here. Smaller. Weaker. Breakable. "This is what I became. What you made me.""I didn't make anything." My voice came out wrong. Too rough. The fangs I couldn't retract anymore gave every word a slight lisp. "Becca's mother—""Did what you wanted." He stopped circling. Stood directly in front of me, close enough I could smell him. Blood. Warmth. Life. "Don't pretend you didn't want the power. The speed. The strength to protect her."
BECCA'S POV"What does it mean?" The words came out strangled. "The mark. The baby. My mother—what does it mean?"The Librarian was already turning away, walking back toward her desk like we'd just finished discussing the weather."Wait!" I scrambled to my feet, legs shaking. "You can't just—you have to tell me what I saw. You have to explain—""I don't have to do anything." The Librarian picked up her quill, dipped it in ink that looked too red. "I showed you what happened. What you do with that information is your concern, not mine.""That's not—you said this knowledge would help me close the doors. Save my town. But all you've shown me
BECCA'S POVThe world reformed with a lurch that made my stomach heave.I was back in Augustine's body, but everything was different now. Heavier. The weight pressing down on me wasn't just her consciousness—it was physical. A swollen belly that pulled at my—her—back, made breathing difficult, turned every movement into a great labour..Pregnant. She was pregnant.No, I thought desperately. Not again. I can't do this again—
BECCA'S POV"What does it mean?" The words came out strangled. "The mark. The baby. My mother—what does it mean?"The Librarian was already turning away, walking back toward her desk like we'd just finished discussing the weather."Wait!" I scrambled to my feet, legs shaking. "You can't just—you have to tell me what I saw. You have to explain—""I don't have to do anything." The Librarian picked up her quill, dipped it in ink that looked too red. "I showed you what happened. What you do with that information is your concern, not mine.""That's not—you said this knowledge would help me close the doors. Save my town. But all you've shown me
BECCA'S POVI sped towards Mrs. Wonder's shop at full throttle, throwing both caution and all sense of self-preservation to the wind.By my side sat Cole, his face set like flint and his body oozing spear-tipped focus. He said nothing, but I could tell a thousand thoughts were churning through his m
COLE'S POVBecca and I found Sam in the library, hunched over a chemistry textbook but clearly uniterested in reading it. Her eyes kept darting toward the entrance, and her leg bounced nervously under the table. When she saw u
BECCA'S POVCole led me to an empty classroom at the far end of the building—one that looked like it hadn't been used in years. Dust particles danced in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the grimy windows, and the desks were stac
BECCA'S POVThe classroom felt unusually cold after the new teacher's statement. I glanced around and noticed that everyone seemed uncomfortable. His words hung in the air like a warning, and







