“He is my grandpa...my grandfather appeared to me as Gary so he could give me the book so that I can unlock my magical powers," Mathias narrated. Clara stared at him for a while without saying anything until she finally spoke. "Hope you ain't saying this because you don't want to return the book back to its rightful owner, which is Gary? Because this is the most lame excuse I have ever heard before. How on earth did you expect me to believe this?" she said, laughing at the end of her sentence. "Clara!" Mathias yelled. "This isn't a joke. I'm not lying or cracking a joke here. Yesterday, after you dropped me off..." he said, narrating everything that happened in the electronic shop. Clara's expression shifted, and she asked, trying to understand his bizarre story, "You seriously ain't joking about this, are you?" "No, I'm not, and there is more to it," Mathias said, his voice filled with determination. "Please, there is still more to this. Trying to comprehend the story about Gary

“What I'm trying to say is that Damian knows where you stay, he knows where he can find you, and if he decides he wants to come here, I don't think those men standing outside would be able to stop him. So, I don't think staying here is the best thing to do. Surely, there is somewhere else you can stay for the meantime until we know if there be any cause for alarm from Damian," Adams said, concern etched on his face. “You are right. I am just a sitting duck staying here. I'm not ready for another confrontation with that bloodsucker, at least not yet. He might not be in the mood for reasoning this time around. There is actually somewhere I can go for the meantime where he won't be able to find me even if he searched for me, but it's out of town... and you will be coming along with me," Lucian said decisively, his mind made up. “I know my job as a Mano beta is to be always at your side, but I think it's best I remain here. The last time Eric was here, I think I sensed he had a soft spot

"She is with Adams," Anna said, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and concern. "Adams! Really?" Mathias exclaimed, his brows furrowing with a hint of sadness. Meanwhile, Adams took Clara for a walk nearby as they engaged in conversation. "...so what's next for you now? I know it must be difficult for you to see your girlfriend making out with another boy, especially your basketball teammate. But don't you think you were a bit too harsh on her by ending your relationship just like that? You two were deeply in love... Are you absolutely certain that breaking up was the right decision?" Clara asked, her voice laced with empathy. "I don't know if I did the right thing, but it felt like the only thing to do. It was the only thought consuming my mind at that moment. It hurts so much when someone you love takes your love for granted, betrays the bond we shared, the way Ella did. I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive her for that," he said, his tone heavy with emotional pain. "

“What are you?” the sheriff asked, his voice trembling with terror. He couldn't fathom whether the being before him was a man or a monstrous creature responsible for the trail of death. The only discernible features were the two piercing, glowing red eyes that stared back at him. Drawing closer, Damian's eyes intensified, emitting an eerie and unsettling light. “Death,” he replied with a chilling certainty, effortlessly lifting Sheriff Jenkins from the ground and forcefully slamming him against the wall. The sheriff could feel the sheer strength and menace emanating from his attacker. “I heard you were searching for Eric Damian. Well, here I am, and I have a little present for you, ” Damian taunted, his voice laced with sadistic satisfaction. Slowly, he extended his hand and plunged it into the sheriff's chest, causing unimaginable agony to course through his body. The sheriff let out a piercing scream, his voice filled with anguish and despair. Sheriff Jenkins gasped for breath a

“Is it... my destiny to kill Clara?" Mathias muttered, his voice filled with confusion and desperation, as he grappled with his inner turmoil. Mrs. Fernanda's voice resonated with a mix of authority and concern as she explained, "Yes, my child, it has been foretold long ago. We witches are the guardians of balance in the supernatural realm, the bridge between mankind and the creatures of darkness. We bear the responsibility to keep these powerful beings in check, for the sake of humanity. But hybrids like Clara... they are an anomaly, even among the supernatural. They pose a grave threat to both worlds. We already have her father, a result of the chief elder's regrettable ignorance. Though he became a hybrid, his inability to reproduce offered a small measure of solace. Yet, everything has changed now. Somehow, he managed to father a child, and soon, she will have children of her own. Can you fathom a world where hybrids roam in countless numbers? One alone is a catastrophe... but two