Todos os capítulos de 365th Escape from You: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

Every eye in the room landed on me.Even the nightclub girl—barely inside the doorway—giggled behind her hand, following the lead of everyone else."Place your bets! I say she'll regret it before she even gets to the door.""A thousand moonstones say she doesn't go through with it!""I'll call three hundred on her staying."Wagers on my bond-severance had become a tired tradition at every bonding anniversary. Some hated me when they lost their bets. The ones who won? They didn't like me much either.I let out a soft laugh and shook my head. Inwardly, I cursed myself—stupid and stubborn —for not leaving Shawn long ago and for staying until today.Then, from somewhere within the crowd, a voice rose—low, magnetic, and quiet as dusk."I'll bet on bond-severance."It wasn't loud.The rest turned toward the sound, murmuring disapproval, some urging him not to waste his treasure.I scanned the room, trying to find the speaker, but whoever it was had already vanished into the sea of faces."Sh

Inside the car it was dim and spacious, the hum of the engine low beneath us.The square-shouldered male wolf, as I could sniff, in the driver's seat didn't look back once.I thanked him quietly—once, then again.He said nothing.Only when I reached for the door did his voice break the silence, deep and magnetic as ever, like the quiet pull of a tide beneath ice."Clara," he said, "besides Shawn, you have other options."There was a pause."If you ever think it over, remember to look for me."A gilded business card slipped into my hand. I accepted it with both hands, bowed my head, murmured another thank you—but my mind was already far away.I didn't even glance at the name. I just slipped it into my bag and ran.The hospital lights were harsh and too bright.I stumbled into the emergency room, heart in my throat.Before I could speak, a healer pushed a body past me, hidden beneath a white sheet."Has her family still not arrived?""She's already dead, and her daughter's nowhere in sig

The photo in his hand had been taken in our early twenties, on the streets of Paris.We had just gotten together.He was too shy to put his arm around my shoulder—but I noticed his hesitation, so I leaned my head against him.That was enough for the photo to capture something gentle, something real.Now, Shawn sat with the photo, carefully wiping away the dust and trying to smooth the creases. But no matter how carefully he tried, it remained wrinkled.Just like everything else between us—too damaged to ever be perfect again.Outside the door, the chatter of the human girls floated in.“Today, Gwen’s making strawberry cake—we better hurry down for a seat!”“This dress is so pretty. Expensive stuff really is different.”“Hey, where did you get this hairpin?”“These shoes look amazing on me, right?”Shawn frowned and turned toward the sound.Through the doorway, he saw Shelly twirling in a long pink dress—the one he had bought in Italy for Clara. A gift for their one-month anniversary.“

"Lucius! You've loved stealing from me since we were pups—now you even dare to steal my beloved Luna?!"That was the first time I’d ever heard Shawn call me that.His beloved Luna.Over the years, I’d been called that she-wolf, that bitch, or simply her.Sometimes “Luna” was used mockingly. But never “beloved.”And now he used it like a badge of honor.I almost laughed.I followed Lucius out, my steps steady but my chest tight.In the courtyard, Shawn's wolf thrashed under the weight of the guards, snarling and bleeding into the snow.Still… the pain inside me swelled, coiling deep in my lungs, suffocating."Clara…"Shawn’s voice cracked. His eyes were red, like back when we were young.When we first dated, he blushed every time I looked at him too long.When he felt insecure, he’d ask me softly, with red-rimmed eyes, Do you love me?And I’d always smile and coax him gently, treating him like a timid pup. I liked taking care of him. I liked how soft he once was.But that tenderness was

The male wolf took out a few photos, a diary, and a cell phone, and shoved them into my arms.I looked down at the crumpled photos. They were unmistakably of me—with the male wolf in front of me, Shawn."This is... me and you?"Could it be that we were really mates?But if that were true, why did I feel nothing?I opened the torn diary. It documented a love story from seven years ago—ours. Between the lines, I could feel the warmth of a young couple in love. I had written about Shawn’s thoughtfulness, his small gestures of care, and my devotion to him. That kind of sweetness practically spilled off the page."The memos on this phone are about our daily life too," Shawn added quickly.Half-heartedly, I opened the phone. Indeed, every note and memo was about Shawn. But then—a dull pain pressed down on my heart. My hand trembled as I tapped into the deleted drafts.There, one memo recorded the names of seven human girls, alongside detailed notes on their preferences.I froze. Pointing at