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21 – Sweet and Sour Food
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2025-07-13 00:10:51Awkwardly, he turned to me, trembling. I knew he would do it; he needed to keep his job. “I'm sorry, miss, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave,” he said.
“She's not leaving,” Casper said, interrupting me before I could even say anything.“I'm sorry, sir, but I need to keep my job and…” the waiter said, trying to explain, but Casper was quicker.“She's not leaving, don't worry,” he said, staring at the young man, discreetly showing his red eyes. The waiter was a wolf; he would get the message.“I'm sorry, sir,” he said, bowing politely. “Have a nice dinner,” he said, walking away, completely ignoring the lady. I was incredulous at being rebuffed.At that moment, I couldn't express how happy I was to have been defended and to see him care about the young man. I smiled too sincerely and didn't notice the radiant yellow eyes outside.Lancelot was there, staring at me.
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The Price of a Second Chance 133 – Yes, It’s The Plan
"Why is it so important to you that he lose control?" she insisted.Smile. Not the broad smile that delivers weakness, but the small one, the restrained one, leaving the other without knowing whether it is facing a threat or a confidence."Because his control is an illusion, Naomi."She frowned, straightening. "You didn’t answer my question.""I answered yes. Just not with the words you’d like to hear."I took a slow step to the table, picked up one of the newspapers, and stood in front of it. The title shouted in red: "Families demand safety." The blurred photo showed Lancelot’s face in the midst of the transformation, wild eyes captured at the perfect moment."Look at that. Do you really think I need to invent something? I just showed her the city that she’s seen with her own eyes. Lancelot doesn’t need me to take him down. He does it alone every time the monster escapes."She narrowed her lips but did not look away. I admired that strength in her, even when it was against me."You
The Price of a Second Chance 132 – More And More
The next day brought exactly what I had asked.The headlines were sharper, the texts more poisonous. "Cafeteria at risk of interdiction," "Population demands security," "Families do not want monsters serving their children." The term was repeated in bold letters: monsters, monsters, monsters. The word no longer needed my whisper. Now she walked alone, laden in the mouths and hurried fingers of the city.Sat down at the table, spreading newspapers like a feast. An orchestra of fear and repulsion playing exactly the music I composed.The social networks ignited. Short videos showing only seconds of the scene, always hand-picked: eyes shining, body half bent, animal breath. The whole context was gone. It didn’t matter if Lancelot had stopped before he killed. What was left was the image frozen in the instant he seemed to be about to tear someone apart.It was perfect.Meanwhile, the phone wouldn’t stop. Assessors, journalists, and entrepreneurs—all wanting to confirm details, all eager t
The Price of a Second Chance 131 – Plan Into Action
The world loves monsters. They give good headlines, attract glances, and sell.I spent the whole morning reviewing the newspaper clippings. Some already ran in groups of messages, circulating like a fever. "Blood Monster Attacks Local Cafeteria." The blurred photo showed half of Lancelot’s face in transition, eyes glowing, teeth exposed. He looked like all that he had always tried to deny.Smiled alone. The work was working.I didn’t need to forge anything. It was enough to push the right pieces. I called an old press contact, someone who owed me favors from the time I sponsored campaigns. I whispered in his ear that there were witnesses, that the city was not safe, and that trade was at risk. The reporters ran after the blood like dogs sniffing fresh meat.The trade association was even easier. It was enough to feed the fear. "If he loses control in the cafeteria, who will pay for the processes? You." Money speaks louder than loyalty. The papers for interdiction were ready before noo
The Price of a Second Chance 130 – Ghosts Of The Past
I woke up before the sun. Not that I had really slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the face of someone I had already hurt. I heard it; I listened to my own breath tearing, but I heard mostly the screams. Not yesterday’s screams. The old echoes. Those of my childhood. The sound of my father losing control, and I swore that I would never be like him.Only that now the whole city saw me exactly like this.The headlines were on all the screens of the cafe when I arrived earlier to open. One of the neighbors had glued the newspaper into the glass as if it were a trophy. "Blood Monster Attacks in Local Cafeteria." The photo was blurry, but you could recognize it. My body half transformed, eyes lit, mouth too open. It seemed a caricature of who I am.The tables filled up fast that morning. Curious customers, some I had never seen before. They entered just to order a small coffee and watched me as if I were an animal trapped in a glass cage. Every movement of mine was followed. The cup
The Price of a Second Chance 129 – News
The phone vibrated even before dawn. I already knew news would come; there was no way not to. I did not expect it to come so quickly.I answered without even looking at the number. The voice on the other side was anxious, nearly exploding with excitement: "He reacted. He cut one of the boys. Everyone is commenting."A satisfied silence took hold of me. I supported the elbow in the arm of the chair and closed my eyes, tasting each word as if it were a sip of aged whiskey."Did you react?""Yes, sir. His hand, they said, looks like a claw. The guy’s got an open arm. They’re saying it was almost a bug attack."Smile alone, letting out a low laugh. "That’s exactly what we need them to say."Hung up without saying goodbye. I stayed a few seconds staring at the darkness of the room, just listening to the distant sound of the city waking up. Lancelot, the great man trying to hide under the thin skin of civility, had finally let the wolf breathe in front of witnesses. It was only a matter of
The Price of a Second Chance 128 – Attack At Work
Closing the cafe by myself had become routine. Naomi wanted to stay, but I insisted she go and rest. I needed silence. At least, that’s what I told myself. The truth is, I didn’t want her around when I lost control again.The lights went out one by one, until only the reflection of the moon in the glass remained. The wood smelled of old coffee and disinfectant. It was a smell that should be familiar, but that night it seemed strange, sour, as if even the walls were judging me. That’s when I heard.Steps. Fast, muffled, outside.My body reacted before my mind. Nails clanged under the skin; breathing was short. I knew the sound of the approaching hunt, but this time, I was the prey.The first shrapnel came from the front window. The glass broke into a thousand pieces, the noise cutting the silence. Two hooded men entered simultaneously, followed by a third who threw something to the ground. The smell of gasoline spread so fast that it almost suffocated me."This is where the monster hid
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