All Chapters of Until The Last Day: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Teeth dug into her neck. Camela gasped, unable to scream as fear gripped her chest. Instead of ripping her flesh off, the jaws just pressed her down—hard and unyielding, holding her in place. She felt hot breath scorched her skin while cold saliva ran down her neck. Desperately, she clawed at the fur, her nails scraping against it. “Let me go…” she screamed.The fox growled softly, a sound that vibrated through her bones as the pack circled tighter around her. Every eye glimmered with desire, and every mouth dripped with hunger. Vincent's roar shattered the air. “Get away from her!” Something heavy crashed into the fox. Its jaw snapped open and released its grip on Camela, leaving a burning ache in her throat. She stumbled back, choking and clutching her neck as blood trickled warm between her fingers. Vincent pounced at the animal, as he bared his teeth and clenched his fists with anger and determination. The fox yelped, but another one lunged at his side, dragging him down. Ca

The grass rustled beneath the weight of their paws. Camela felt her heart pounding as the first fox approached her, its orange-red fur shimmering faintly in the moonlight. Another one appeared, then another and soon there were more until the whole field seemed alive with silent watchers, circling her. Her knees dug into the soft soil, her blind eyes wide open but unable to see, and her body trembled with fear. Her father's voice cut through the night like a blade. “Run again, daughter. Run until the world ends. I will always be the silence behind your steps.” Camela parted her lips as she forced words out of her mouth. “I won’t run.” Her voice cracked. “Not this time.” The foxes moved closer, their bodies brushing against the grass with a whispering sound. Their sharp teeth glinted in the dim light, poised and waiting. Vincent’s voice broke through the dark, rough and urgent. “Camela…stand up! Don’t let them surround you!” She flinched at the sound of him. “Vincent?”“I’m here

Camela stood still, her knees sinking into the soft soil as her breath came in quick gasps. The gentle rustling sound of grass in the wind felt too soft and unreal. The voice was close, too close, its warmth brushing against her ear even though no one touched her. “You ran far, daughter,” it whispered again. “But every path leads back to me.” Her fingers clawed at the dirt as her breath rose and fell rapidly. “No,” she murmured, her lips quivering. “This isn’t you. This is…freedom.” The voice let out a soft, patient, yet cruel laugh as it responded. “Then stand up. Let’s see if freedom can catch you.” With great effort, Camela pushed herself up. Her legs trembled, but she moved forward unsteadily. Although she couldn't see with her blind eyes, she could still sense the air around her. The ground changed from soft grass to stone beneath her feet. Heat rose around her, and the air was filled with new scents —like freshly baked bread, smoke, and the presence of people. And voices

Camela pressed her hands against the floor. It felt cold and smooth, like polished stone. Her body shook with fear. The silence surrounded her tightly, like heavy chains. Her lips quivered as she quietly called out, “Vincent…” All she heard from behind the locked door was a faint memory of his breath, which had faded away. She scratched at the stone with her fingernails and she leaned forward to bang her fists against the closed door. “Give him back!” she yelled.But the door remained still. The silence grew heavier and became more suffocating. Her throat hurt, and her voice cracked with desperation in the darkness as she shouted, “Father! Shadow! Whoever you are…take me instead!” Her voice disappeared without an echo. Then, behind her—she heard footsteps. Camela spun around quickly, her blind eyes darting wildly in panic.“Who’s there?” she asked.A woman’s voice replied softly but clearly, “It’s me.” The sound made Camela freeze in shock. She whispered the name like a wound

The iron door slammed shut with a sound that echoed like thunder, and as it closed, a shiver ran through Camela's bones.Darkness swallowed everything around them—not the soft kind of dark, but a heavy and oppressive kind. The silence was so thick it felt almost alive. Vincent tightened his grip on her shoulder, his voice was sharp and frantic. “Camela…where are we? Say something.”Her breath came in quick gasps, shaky and shallow. She whispered, “It’s so quiet.” The silence seemed to draw closer, as if it were listening. Vincent growled in frustration. “I don’t like this.” His chest rose and fell rapidly against hers. “It’s too quiet,” he whispered.From somewhere ahead, a voice whispered back—her own voice again. “Shh. Don’t break it. This silence is safe. Don’t you trust it?” Camela froze, her heart racing in her chest. “Vincent…she’s here,” she said.The air changed course around them; the silence didn’t just surround them—it felt alive. She felt it move against her skin, col