I swallowed a lump in my throat. "Give in to me, you are mine!" He whispered.
Every pore of me wanted me to scream 'Yes', to tell him that I would give myself to him willingly. His lips were only an inch away from mine. I closed my eyes, and he held my thigh as I opened my mouth to kiss him. I got close to him, and his claws sank into my leg, making me bleed, yet I didn't feel pain but rather pleasure. While in reality, I was crying with fear on my bed. I was shaking helplessly. My cries reached my mother's ears, and she rushed to my side, unlocking the door with a key. We were so close, but before our lips touched, I pulled back. Slowly lifting my eyes, I whispered. "I am not yours!" As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw my mother shaking me violently. "Mom!" I hugged her and cried. "It's alright, you are alright!" She rubbed my back. She rubbed my lap to comfort me, but instead, I let out a moan of discomfort. "What happened?" She asked, her voice filled with concern. She glanced down at my leg, and her eyes widened as she saw the deep claw marks that were causing my skin to bleed. It was clear that she was starting to realize that my dream may not have been just a dream after all. The sinking feeling in her gut was evident as she processed the situation. Haunted by the memory of my nightmare, my mom made a decision. She decided that we needed to move to the town where it all began, determined to protect me from any dark forces that may be lurking in the shadows. This incident with the claw marks was just the first sign, but I chose to ignore it, even though it was causing a great deal on my mental health. Despite the mess inside me, I didn't let it show. The next morning, I left for school as if everything was normal. Meanwhile, my mother spent the entire day searching for the visiting card given to her by that mysterious woman. It was clear that she was desperate to find answers. Finally, she realized that she hadn't checked the dashboard of the car. As she looked inside, her eyes landed on the card. Instead of calling me, she decided to confront me as soon as I returned from school. She threw a bombshell at me, saying, "Please just listen to me this time, I have known this was gonna happen to you for a long time! Please just come with me! Just this once!". Confused and frustrated, I argued back, "Mom! I don't understand why we are even having this conversation. This isn't the first time I've had a nightmare!". "What about the claw marks?" She asked. In an attempt to reason with her, I suggested that maybe I had scratched myself in order to wake up from the nightmare. But her next question sent a chill down my spine. "Tell me, Jules, when you woke up this morning, did you see any blood in your nails? Or... or maybe a piece of skin?" I hesitated for a moment before admitting that I hadn't. "Maybe that was just a scratch, maybe that's why?" I tried to believe that I was right. But then I lifted my skirt to reveal the claw marks on my leg, this was not new. But panic filled my mother's eyes as she looked closely and realized that those claw marks were not just marks, there were claws stuck in those wounds. "We need to get this checked!" She suggested. "No!" I shook my head in denial and then I gripped her shoulders and stared into her eyes. "If this woman you mentioned knows anything about this, we should go find her instead of anyone else! Yes, I still think it's a terrible idea, but I'll do it for you. I can only imagine what a doctor would say if we told them that something clawed me in my dream and left its claws deep in my flesh," I blurted out, realizing my mistake. "He?" My mom's eyes widened in panic. "You're telling me this now?" she exclaimed. "We're not waiting any longer. You're coming with me right now!" she declared. "Fine, let me at least pack," I replied. "I've already packed for you," my mom said, pointing to the suitcase by the sofa. I knew there was no escaping this conversation, so I surrendered. We left immediately, and my mom drove us to the woman's house without stopping for a break. When she rang the doorbell, a beautiful woman with brown skin, dark brown hair tied in a bandanna, and big brown eyes answered. She looked at me and started to close the door. "Why are you here now?" she asked. "Ms. Jade Green, I apologize for not listening to you sooner, but I've traveled all this way just to see you. Please don't turn us away," my mom pleaded. Eventually, she let us into her home. After examining the claw marks, she said, "She's been marked by the forbidden one. I'm sorry, but I can't help you." She sat back in her chair, looking troubled. "I offered to assist you when I was capable, but now you arrive after 16 years just to confirm that I was correct? I apologize, but I am unable to provide any help at this point." Her eyebrows raised. "I warned you that it was a terrible idea," I whispered under my breath. "Pardon me? Young lady, you seem to bring misfortune wherever you go. A dark cloud looms over your head, causing the downfall of those around you. And yet, you sit here with an attitude?" She squinted at me. "Please, she is simply disturbed because of a dream. She is a kind girl otherwise!" my mom pleaded. "A dream? What dream?" she inquired. "Come here!" she commanded, and I approached her. She took hold of my hands and instructed me to close my eyes. She closed her eyes as well. Both of us experienced flashes of my nightmare from that night. I gasped and quickly withdrew my hands. "You surrendered too easily, without a fight!" she whispered.Chaos consumed the streets as people scrambled to evacuate, their fear visible in the air. The tension was suffocating, thick with the weight of uncertainty and dread. While Hennia explored the police stations, she moved from one lockup to another, her urgency mounting with every empty cell. She was relentless, shoving open heavy doors, scanning the dimly lit interiors, and barking orders at anyone who got in her way. But Dominic was nowhere to be found. Meanwhile, Vega was on a mission of her own. She cornered a guard, that smug bastard who had the audacity to chuckle as he was taking Dominic away. Vega’s whip lashed out. The sharp crack echoed through the corridor, followed by a choked cry as he crumpled to his knees. “Where did they take him?” she demanded, her voice cold as steel. Another strike. The guard coughed, blood trickling from his split lip. “They said… they said they were taking him to Asco for surgery! That’s all I know, I swear! Please, let me go!” He gasped, c
Of course, he did. And he was waiting. I bolted toward the center, stopping just beyond the shimmering barrier that separated us. My heart pounded, but I refused to let him see any hesitation. “I’m not afraid of you,” I muttered, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails nearly pierced my palms. My voice was steady, unwavering. His eyes gleamed with amusement, but I didn’t let it shake me. “If you think I came here for you, you’re mistaken,” I continued, my stance firm. “I came to warn you. Unlike you, I don’t stab people in the back. I face my enemies head-on.” His lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk. “Julia…” he mused, taking a measured step closer to the barrier. “Did I ever tell you about fireflies?” I stiffened as his voice lowered, rich with eerie nostalgia. “When I was little, I loved collecting them,” he said, his gaze distant as if he were lost in some fond memory. “I was fascinated by how they became their own torches in the dark. It seemed… hopeful.”
To this day, she remains the only one who knows the whereabouts of the Hunters.The next pages were gone—ripped from the book as if someone had deliberately tried to erase the truth. My breath hitched, my chest tightening with a sickening weight. A wave of betrayal crashed over me, suffocating in its intensity. I had been deceived. The woman I had believed to be helpless, the one I had pitied, the one who unfortunately carried me—she was the very person who had placed me in danger all along. A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I rubbed my chest, trying to soothe the ache twisting inside me. I clenched my jaw and, with a sharp exhale, slammed the book shut. The sound echoed in the silence, a sharp punctuation to my growing rage. My hands trembled as I pushed away from the desk, stumbling out of the room like the air itself had turned toxic. “Are you alright?” Jade’s voice cut through the fog of my thoughts. I barely registered her concern. My hand shot out, signaling for her to b
"I didn’t find a name," she said, shaking her head. "But that’s not even the worst part." She turned the book, revealing a thick layer of ripped-out pages. A void of missing knowledge. A deliberate erasure. "Since everyone knows this text is supposed to be indestructible, someone must have forcibly removed the missing pieces and hidden them," Vega concluded, stepping back. Her body sagged, as though the weight of this discovery had drained her last reserves of strength. A deep unease settled in my chest. If someone had gone to such lengths to keep this information buried, it could only mean one thing—the truth hidden within these pages had the power to end him. "Can I read it?" I asked, my voice quieter now, uncertain. Vega nodded. "Go ahead." She left the book open for me. Jade placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "We’ll be right outside if you need anything," she said before leading the others out, leaving me alone with the tattered remains of a history someone had t
Jade groaned, rolling her eyes as if she wished she could erase that memory from existence. “Ughhh…” She dragged out the sound, rubbing her temples. “Look, *before* we figured out his *human* name, we used to call him something else.” The room leaned in, waiting. She hesitated, then sighed. “Malparid.” Silence. I blinked, clueless. Jade let out an awkward laugh. “It’s an insult. Not his actual name.” An awkward pause filled the space until Vega cleared her throat, breaking the tension. “Enough of that,” she said. “I’ll search for his real name in the book. Meanwhile, the rest of you need to focus on *what happens after*. We can’t just *summon* him—we need a plan, a *solid* one, to make sure we kill him *for good*.” She turned back to the ancient tome, her fingers skimming the brittle pages with careful precision. The group exchanged glances, then split off, each of us knowing what needed to be done. I moved away with Jade and Petra, my mind already spinning with th
“This is insane…” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. But then, she turned, her expression twisted with a mixture of horror and revelation. “We’ve been playing right into his hands this entire time. Every move we’ve made, every choice we thought was ours—it was all part of his design.” The weight of her words settled like a stone in my gut. “What are you saying?” I asked, my voice steady despite the rising panic curling inside me. Petra’s fists clenched. “This was his plan from the very beginning! He *wanted* us to create a trap so strong that no wolf could ever escape from it. And now that it's done… you’re left with only two choices.” She turned to face me fully, her eyes wild with disbelief. “Julia,” she said, barely above a whisper. “Either you extract his soul from Evan’s body… or you let Evan die so the Darklord can find a new host.” A heavy silence fell over the room. The walls seemed to close in, pressing against my lungs, making it harder to breathe.