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55 – Threats

Author: Polyana Leão
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As I turned the corner, I had to brake sharply. A black car blocked the entrance of the street, purposely parked crosswise in the middle of the road, like an improvised barricade. My heart popped. Lancelot stiffened in the passenger seat, as if he knew exactly what that meant.

“Stay in the car,” he said, already reaching for the knob.

“Don’t even think about it,” I replied, putting my hand on his arm. “You just turned, still weak. We don’t know what is waiting for us.”

He hesitated for a second, looking at me darkened by instinct—eyes of a wolf, not a man. “I know this car. It’s one of my father’s Betas.” I swallowed dry. The tension in the air seemed to electrify everything around me. The heat of the day was gone; the blue sky lost its brightness. Even with the windows closed, the smell of danger seemed to seep through the cracks.

“We need to turn around,” I said, trying to stay calm. Lancelot, however, did not move.

“If we run now, he will know that we are afraid. He will use it aga
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