Todos os capítulos de Another Chance : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

The Weight Beneath Her EyesMark’s POVThe morning broke in slow, muted colors. Pale light filtered through the trees, painting everything in tired shades of gold and gray. I hadn’t slept much. None of us had. The fire had died sometime before dawn, leaving only a faint curl of smoke and the lingering warmth of bodies too close and too far all at once.Rissa was awake before me, sitting a few feet from the ashes, her knees drawn close to her chest. She stared into nothing not the trees, not the horizon ,just… somewhere else. Somewhere I couldn’t reach. Josh lay propped against a pack, his breathing shallow, eyes half-lidded. He looked worse than last night, skin damp with fever, but there was a softness in Rissa’s face when she looked at him that twisted something in me.Compassion. The one thing that made her who she was and the one thing that could destroy her.I adjusted the strap of my rifle, mostly to keep my hands busy. “We need to move soon,” I said quietly. “They’ll track our

Bleeding heart Rissa’s POV My intent first of all , is to get out of this mess I've entangled myself with, days on the road with Josh and Mark has been one hell of a quest. I haven't been sleeping too well, tending to Josh was more of a curse for me. He knows how much I hate his guts at this time but my aim is to make sure I pull through all this chaos. I woke to the whisper of the creek and the warmth of the dying fire. For a moment, I forgot where I was, who I’d become, and what I was running from. But the ache in my chest brought it all back. Josh was still beside me, his breathing shallow but steady. His hand was still in mine. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep holding it and what the fuck was he thinking?I felt like hitting him on the groin. I pulled away slowly. The loss of contact felt heavier than it should have. Mark stood a few feet away, rifle slung over his shoulder, eyes fixed on the tree line. He looked like he hadn’t slept for the past few days . Everytime he loo

The Silent HandTeressa’s POVI’ve watched her for days now.Moving from one ruined town to the next, holding that same stubbornness in her stride, the same misplaced courage that once made everyone believe she was destined for greatness.Rissa always walked as if she belonged to the light. But I knew better. She was born from the same shadow as I was she just pretended not to see it.From the ridge above the valley, I could see their campfire faintly glowing through the trees. Three figures. Rissa, Mark, and her precious ex-lover, Josh.The triangle of loyalty, guilt, and old love.How poetic. How weak.I pulled the scope closer to my eye and adjusted the lens. Rissa sat nearest the fire, her knees pulled up, her face turned toward the flames. The way her shoulders slumped told me enough she was cracking. Slowly.Good.Cracks were where the truth slipped in and where destruction began.---The forest around me was quiet except for the occasional whisper of night creatures. I didn

Threads in the Dark Rissa’s POV I crouched near the old tree line, scanning the ground. That’s when I saw it — a piece of my ribbon.Only now it was gone from me, half-buried in the dirt, the end frayed clean. Someone had taken it. Before I could think too much about it, Mark’s voice came from behind me. “You shouldn’t be this far out.” I turned sharply, holding up the ribbon. “Did you take this?” He blinked. “What?” “This.” I held it higher, my voice rising despite myself. “Did you take it?” Mark frowned and shook his head. “No. Why would I take a piece of fabric?” “Because it was on me last night,” I said. “Now it’s not. And I found it tied to a tree like a flag.” He stepped closer, his tone measured. “Rissa, it’s just a ribbon.” “It’s not just anything,” I snapped. “It means someone’s been close enough to touch me while I slept.” That got his attention. His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as he scanned the woods behind me. “Are you sure you didn’t drop it while

Beneath the VeilMark’s POVJosh was pretending to sleep again.His hand hadn’t moved since last night—still resting near that knife he thought I hadn’t noticed. I didn’t wake Rissa. She needed the rest, and I needed to see how far Josh would go if he thought no one was watching.The fire had burned down to embers, the orange glow fading into ash and cold smoke. Outside, the forest was waking quiet at first, then alive with sound. Birds, wind, the faint ripple of water in the distance. But beneath it all, there was something else. The steady rhythm of movement. Too deliberate to be the wind. Too soft to be an animal.We weren’t alone.I stood slowly, careful not to make a sound. My boots barely touched the cabin floor as I stepped closer to the window crack. The treeline was still, yet the scent of damp earth and metal lingered. That same metallic trace Rissa had mentioned the day before. Whoever was tracking us was close enough now that I could almost feel their breath in the air.Jo