All Chapters of Five: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Transformation

"Are you okay, what did they do to you?" Sam exhales, gripping the steering wheel so hard it almost snaps.My still horrified, naive gaze softens. I take a deep breath and tell him what happened."And the file?""Here, I hid it inside my clothes so those thugs wouldn’t find it.""You’re very smart, Estela. You’re the most powerful cursed she-wolf that has ever existed. You can see what’s coming and freeze time… it’s astonishing," he praises, relaxing his voice.The highway comes to an end. The noise of the city slowly settles into my ears, and instead of hating it, I love the feeling. I’m finally home."We’re going straight to my house. The transformation must be a public act. I already called my father, he’ll take care of it...""What?" I growl, turning toward Sam."What?""What do you mean a public act? Are they going to give me a diploma or something? I thought it was private, Sam. How do you expect me to transform in front of everyone?" I stammer, fixing my gaze on the road."Thos

The trial.

“Come on, Estela!” Sam orders, his gaze fixed on Mark, studying him as if memorizing every word he’s about to say.I hesitate for a few seconds. The blaring music snaps me back, and I nod in agreement.“Sam,” a woman with a wrinkled brow and a small child in her arms calls out.Sam turns, greets a woman named Patricia, and they catch up for a few minutes.“When will the trial be?” Mark asks, taking a sip from a red plastic cup.“I… I don’t know,” I stammer, running my hand over my left arm. The night progresses, and the cold gradually seeps into my bones.“You’re cold. Take my coat…” Mark whispers, removing his coat before I can respond.“She’s not cold, Mark. Let’s go, Estela,” Sam’s firm words hide his jealousy. He glares at Mark, and finally, we leave.I say goodbye to everyone as if I’ve known them for years. We silently walk the path and silently get into the car.“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sam asks, revving the Ferrari over the fog-dampened ground.I zone out for a moment, curl

Omen

“Good morning. Today’s session begins with Estela Bridge from Más Uno, the defendant, and James Clifford from Sobre Ruedas, representing Ford, this time the plaintiff,” the judge explains, raising his eyes over his large glasses as he reads the document.I take the opportunity to glance once more at the jury. Sam is beside Mark, Dan in the next row, and…My heart tightens in my chest. White hair and dark eyes follow my breathing from afar—the same man who was driving the gray Mustang. I have a bad feeling. Despite Mónica’s professionalism, I sense something shady is about to unfold in the next few hours.“Estela Bridge, according to the report, why is there a marked difference of $36,486.70 missing from Sobre Ruedas’ accounting?” the judge asks, peering over his glasses, ignoring Mónica, and directing the question at me.I hesitate for a moment. Mónica looks at me worriedly, while James’ lawyer sits silently, arms crossed, quietly savoring his anticipated victory.“There’s nothing mis

Broken Heart

I count the minutes of Sam’s absence, that bad feeling lodged deep in my chest.From afar, I can make out an old man, hunched over, with a checkered blanket draped across his shoulders. His steps are slow and patient. In his hands, he carries a small aluminum pot and a lighter. The pot is tiny, but smoke curls from it as he walks.He stops in front of a streetlamp, stokes the fire in the pot with effort, and rises slowly. Then he stacks some dry branches and lights a small bonfire.Thick smoke escapes from the flames while the old man gathers dry leaves from the trees, tossing them into the glowing embers. It seems he’s cleaning the park.He’s so slow that when he returns a second time with more leaves, the fire starts to falter. He pulls a small bottle from his pocket and revives it with gasoline.A shiver runs down my spine. I step out of the car and move cautiously through the park.From where I stand, the smoke seems to rise from the streetlamps themselves, carrying the foul stenc

What’s Coming

“Oh, Sam… I’m so sorry about what happened,” I whisper, my voice barely audible in his ear.Sam takes my hand and guides me toward the sofa.“I’d been preparing for this moment for a long time… the cancer didn’t leave him much time. But it’s unfair that it wasn’t time itself that took him, but those damn people…” He sobs, wiping his eyes and clenching his fists. It’s a terrible moment—but it will be even worse for those two.“I understand. But another war is about to begin,” I say, looking into his red, tear-stained eyes, brushing his cheek.“I don’t care,” he snaps, gaze lost, broken, and filled with fury.“I’m going to take a shower. Respond to these people for me—I don’t have the strength.”Sam pulls his phone from his pocket, hands it to me, and heads to the shower. My heart tightens, palms sweating. He trusts me enough to give me something so important.His most precious possession is now in my hands. I open WhatsApp. It’s full of messages of support. I ignore everything else, re

Afraid

Mark moves forward with stealthy steps, as if the air itself carried him in its arms. Suddenly, a man with black hair and a thick beard lunges at him.“Sam! Mark!” I shout, instantly on high alert.“Shh… calm down,” Sam hisses, raising his arm to my stomach, stopping me from moving forward.Mark turns sharply, lifting the man into the air, and while he screams, he slams him to the ground—hard enough to keep him immobile for hours, yet gentle enough to ensure he keeps breathing.I swallow hard and glance at Sam. Now, they are two killing machines guided solely by vengeance—a cruel, cold revenge that settles in the heart and never leaves.When we reach the back gate, it’s mysteriously open. Everything seems too easy. It has to be a trap, a massacre waiting to happen.As Mark pushes forward, not even a murmur can be heard; everything feels blurred.“Are you going somewhere or just here for tea?” a mocking voice echoes down the hall, loud and confident, dripping with irony.“You bastard…

On your networks

I swallow my pride for a few seconds and shrug.“Let’s go!” I invite, my voice calm yet carrying a hint of concern, lacking forgiveness.I grab my bag, and we head toward the parking lot.Sam walks in silence, his gaze fixed ahead, jaw tense. I know he’s angry, nervous, maybe hurt by my words.“You know, Estela… Logan used to torture members of my pack in front of everyone. It was a massacre, and everyone participated. He killed mothers in front of their children, children in front of their mothers. Do you think he deserves mercy?” he breaks the silence, his tone harsh and unpleasant.“No… I didn’t know. I just… I don’t like people dying or being attacked,” I murmur, barely looking at the rearview mirror.“So, should I praise him for that and forgive him?” he asks, softening slightly.“No, I… I don’t know… leave me alone!”Sam slams the car into gear, then stops in front of an ice cream shop. Without speaking, he gets out and walks. I follow like a fool, not even knowing where Mónica

Full Moon Trio

I hesitate for a moment, taking my time to notice every corner of her skin—so sweet, so soft, so enticing.I swallow hard once more and clumsily place my phone on the small table holding the fine porcelain vase.Sam walks toward the room, and I follow obediently, my mouth watering, an uncontrollable heat running from my throat down to my abdomen.When he opens the door, he invites me to sit on the edge of the bed, where he’s already resting with his legs open, his member exposed.I don’t complain or speak; I close the door behind me and settle beside him.“I’ve always been broken, with no way out. You came into my life to fix me,” he whispers, barely audible, caressing my face.“Me?… What?” I stammer innocently, letting myself get carried away by his delicate touches and intoxicating words.“I’m not bad. I just lost my father too quickly. I don’t kill for pleasure. I’ve never hurt anyone,” he explains.His words wrap around my soul with subtle, imperceptible touches. My mind relaxes c

Board Game

“You know that even though he’s my brother, he’s always after you,” he looks me in the eyes, lost in them, his voice soft and velvety.“I… I know, Sam…” I respond nervously, pale, immersed in his full lips and his skin scented with Chanel No. 5.I return to the living room, very still, thinking about how his hard member brushed against my stomach while warning me about Mark.Sam follows behind me, and I feel his gaze wrapping around my back, almost able to smell his breath in and out.“They’re back, great!… Let’s play something,” Mark invites us, sitting cross-legged on the floor, back against the chair, pulling something out of his bag.Goosebumps rise on my skin at his invitation, reminding me of my first day here, in this apartment.“What do you want to play, Mark?… It’s almost midnight…” Sam growls, arms crossed.“There’s still time, it’s 9 o’clock. Besides, what else are we going to do?” he explains, checking his wristwatch while arranging pieces on a cardboard board.Sam lowers

Dark Night

I turn around, embarrassed, hoping my words would just disappear from my lips.“I’ll serve it,” I offer immediately, my doubts thankfully too weak to raise suspicion.I stumble almost blindly toward the kitchen, dizziness making the room spin around me.I pull out a ham, blurry in the low light, tear off the plastic clumsily, and cut it into tiny squares. I find a strange little dressing in a small bottle with a label I can’t make out. I shrug and practically pour it all over the ham.“Here you go,” I announce, holding the tray, the delicious aroma spreading through the living room.I take two, three, maybe four little pieces of ham and pop them into my mouth as we continue drinking.Suddenly, I feel a disgusting nausea crawling from my mouth down to my stomach.It smells like fish—I hate fish—but everything is so confusing I can’t distinguish the smells from the flavors at this hour.When the clock strikes eleven, the familiar heat that had been crawling through my stomach now spread

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