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Chapter 18

Author: Hormone
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-07 01:13:16

Lena’s POV

The nightmare didn’t end when I woke up.

I jerked upright in bed, tangled in my sheets like I’d been fighting something all night. My chest heaved, my heart pounding so hard it felt like the whole room could hear it. I clutched at my throat, desperate to feel the cool weight of my pendant, but my fingers found nothing, just damp skin and the wild pulse beneath it.

They’ll take it from you.

My mother’s voice threaded through the silence, low and broken. It wasn’t a memory. It was more like she was still here, whispering from somewhere I couldn’t reach. The sound hollowed me out.

Then the hunger hit.

It wasn’t normal hunger. It was sharp and greedy, a twisting emptiness that no amount of food ever seemed to touch. I’d eaten more than enough at dinner, yet my stomach clawed for more. I slipped out of bed, my bare feet biting against the cold floor, and opened the mini-fridge. Sarah’s leftover pizza sat in a greasy box. I devoured two slices standing there in the dark, barely t
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