Semua Bab Unseen Sparks: Bab 11 - Bab 20

- Emory - The fire crackled softly in the quiet of the night, casting flickering shadows across the room. I sat beside Alice, her face tense with emotion, her eyes reflecting a storm of secrets she was about to share. I could tell she was holding something back—something heavy—and I wanted to know, needed to understand.She took a deep breath and finally looked at me, her voice trembling but determined. “There’s so much you need to understand,” she began. “About me, about Matthias, and about what this really means for all of us.”I nodded, my heart pounding. “Then tell me everything,” I urged softly.She hesitated for a moment, then launched into her story, her words weaving a tapestry of pain and hidden truths. “My childhood wasn’t ordinary. My family kept secrets—dark secrets. I was born with abilities I didn’t understand, powers I couldn’t control. They silenced my wolf, suppressed my spirit, because they feared what I might become. They

- Emory -The next day, in the pack’s hospital…Alice and I sit side by side, Cedric the pack doctor working his magic, while Angora, Liam and Ivan, kept a cautious distance, watching us. I was still tense—my mind constantly circling back to Matthias’s death.Suddenly, Cedric paused, frowning. “There’s something strange,” he muttered, peering at the wound on Matthias’s neck. “This isn’t just suffocation. The bruising indicates… there was some kind of constriction, but also a strange chemical residue.” He said whilst swapping the wound. I sat up abruptly. “Chemical residue? From what?”Cedric looked at me, eyes serious. “I’ve seen this before, once. It’s a rare toxin—something designed to induce suffocation but also leave no trace of struggle.”My heart pounded. “You mean… it was planned?”“Exactly. Someone knew exactly how to kill him without leaving evidence.”Alice’s eyes widened. “Could it hav

- Alice - The room was quiet now, the tense energy still lingering but softened by a fragile sense of closeness. Emory sat beside me on the bed, his gaze unwavering, a silent promise that he trusted me—more than ever before.I looked into his eyes, feeling the warmth of his presence, the steady beat of his heart—grounding me when everything else seemed to spiral out of control. We had fought through so much, and now, amidst the chaos, I finally felt the truth settle deep inside us: we were stronger together.My hand found his, trembling slightly, but I held on tight. “Emory,” I whispered softly, voice trembling with emotion. “I—I never thought I’d feel this… this surety. But I do. I trust you. Completely.”He squeezed my hand gently, leaning in to rest his forehead against mine. “And I trust you, Alice. More than I ever thought possible. Whatever comes next, we face it as

- Emory - The first light of dawn seeped softly through the windows, casting a pale glow across the room. I watched Alice sitting alone in the corner, wrapped in a blanket, watching the pack from the window, her face pale but contemplative. Her mind flickered with a thousand thoughts—haunted, determined, and somehow… transformed.Last night’s events replayed in my mind—the confrontation, the death, the revelation. Ivan’s was dead, and yet, I could still feel the residual evil lingering in the air. Alice’s connection with the ancestors had been fragile, but last night, I’d seen her tap into something deeper—something powerful.Her energy was trembling just beneath the surface, like a crack in glass ready to break open. I could sense her newfound awareness—her ability to sense lies, the faint shimmer of truth she was beginning to harness. It was as if a storm of light and shadow was awakening within her.Who is she becoming?

- Alice - A cold dread settled over me like a thick fog. Chloe’s words echoed in my mind—He’s coming tonight. My heartbeat hammered in my chest, a frantic drumbeat threatening to drown out everything else.My brother. The word tasted bitter, wrong. I couldn’t believe it. The boy I’d once played with, the one I’d trusted—he was the enemy now. The truth hit me like a punch to the stomach: he was the one coming for me.My hands trembled as I stared at Chloe, desperately trying to hide the tears blurring my vision. “It’s… it’s him,” I whispered, voice trembling. “My brother… He’s coming. Tonight.”Chloe’s eyes widened in despair. “He’s ruthless. He’s coming to finish what he started. You have to be ready.”Suddenly, I felt Emory’s mind open to mine, his voice ringing through our bond—urgent yet calm at the same time.Emory: Alice, are you okay?Alice: