Todos los capítulos de The lost packs: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

*Tjeck* Very soon, Adis and I find ourselves alone, the air thick with unspoken tension. "I know something is going on between you and Kattie," Adis states bluntly, his piercing gaze boring into me. "It wasn't the underworld she couldn't choose between; it was you and me." I feign innocence, a half-smile playing on my lips. "We've always shared a special connection. I was there for her when you weren't." "Listen, I’m neither blind nor stupid," he leans in, his voice low and serious. "I don’t care what you two are up to, as long as Clay can’t prove anything. Kattie deserves the best, and if she thinks that’s you, so be it. But if I catch even a hint of suspicion that Clay is right about any of his other accusations, consider our alliance the least of your worries." "I would never dream of touching Amber," I assure him, the weight of my words hanging in the air. "You’ve already told me you’d pick her over me any day. You’re the one she turns to when I mess up, just like Katti

*Amber* Kattie and I have just stepped out of the dank basement, having sent our members off on their sales routes, when we find Zombie standing in front of us, flanked as always by his usual bodyguards… Alec, Sam, and Shine. “Morning, ladies,” Zombie greets us, flashing that infuriatingly smug smile. He acts like he is surprised to see us, though it’s clear he has been waiting. “We don’t have time for idiots,” Kattie snaps, her irritation palpable. Mornings have worn on her more than usual lately, and I know better than to provoke her at this hour. “Well then, I suggest you make time,” he replies, the friendliness evaporating from his tone. His voice becomes sharp, eyes boring into Kattie with a predatory intensity. “There’s someone I would love for you to meet.” “Not now,” Kattie sighs, though her posture remains relaxed, a facade that hides the tension crackling in the air. I feel a knot of unease form in my stomach. “Oh, but I think you might know him,” Zombie says, turning

*Amber* I find myself in the graveyard behind the small church, venturing for the first time beyond the low stone wall. Each headstone is marked with a name and a gang logo, some bearing a few words as well. Too many read ‘Fell in the war,’ while others offer a personal farewell. I recognize some of the logos… former members of The Shadows or other existing packs. Yet there are unknown symbols too. One, featuring a snake, that I have seen on some of Zombie's members; there are so many graves marked with it, most stating they were lost in the war. It gives me the unsettling impression that an entire pack was wiped out. Other stones bear faded logos of a rearing horse or a crudely drawn cat. Inside the graveyard, the expanse seems endless. So many lives cut short, and though there are no dates on the stones, I can’t help but imagine that none of these souls lived to see old age. My gaze is drawn to a grave nestled beneath a tree in the center of the yard. Even before I read the

*Tjeck* I sit in my office that evening when PJ shows up, striding in like she owns the place. "Hi there, handsome. Did you get the princess back to Adis?" "Yeah, thanks for telling me where she was." I turn my chair to face her. PJ had found me and informed me that Amber was at the cemetery. "So, you’re back?" She walks over, straddling my lap, her hands sliding around my neck. "Yeah, at least for a little while." "Always good to see you, kiddo," I say teasingly, knowing she hates it when I call her that. She grabs a fistful of my hair, glaring into my eyes. "I told you not to call me that." Then she kisses me hard, full of desire. It’s tempting to give in to her, but this time I can’t. My mind is already swirling with too much, and the potential for drama if PJ is sticking around is just too high. It isn’t worth it. I gently peel her off me. "Sorry, PJ. I’m happy to see you back, but I just can’t." "I can’t say I’m not disappointed." She stands up, a mischievous grin lighting

*Amber* War. I repeat the word aloud to myself, letting it echo in the silence of the apartment. I’ve learned that if you say a word often enough, it loses its power, but not war. No matter how many times I utter it, war will always signify death… death for the brave and the cowardly alike, even for those who emerge victorious. I know this conflict is unavoidable. As long as Adis and Zombie remain steadfast in their belief that the underworld cannot accommodate both of them, a clash is inevitable. I’m certain I could reason with Adis if I tried, but Zombie will only allow him to surrender if he leaves his pack and departs from the underworld. To Adis, there is no alternative way of life, and I can’t ask him to abandon everything he knows. Hope and Clay remain oblivious to the brewing storm, and I find myself kept in the dark. No matter how much I press the others, I receive only vague answers. KC claims he doesn’t know more than I do. Adis and Kattie keep insisting that I’ll know w