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CHAPTER 103: I DON'T WANT TO DIEADRIAN:As Elena and I stepped out of the crowded club, the night air outside the club was supposed to be a relief, but the second my eyes landed on the black sedan parked aggressively close to my car, I felt uncomfortable. The windows were tinted to near-black, but in the dim streetlights, I caught a silhouette in the passenger seat—a shape, a posture, a tension that felt nauseatingly familiar. The person sitting in the passenger side looked like Purity.She kept a straight face, like she didn't.even see me.My gut screamed that something was wrong, but I didn't want to alarm Elena. I slid into the driver’s seat, feeling the familiar hum of the engine, and pulled out of the parking lot. A quick glance in the rearview mirror confirmed my suspicion: the sedan was pulling out, matching my speed, maintaining an eerie, calculated distance."Is everything okay?" Elena asked, her voice soft in the dark. She seemed to have noticed and she was tense, her hands

CHAPTER 105: WAKE UP ADRIAN:The ride to the hospital was a blur of flashing lights and gut-wrenching silence. Every bump in the road sent a jolt of pain through my ribs, but it was nothing compared to the hollow ache in my chest. When the tires finally screeched to a halt in front of the emergency wing, I didn't wait for Clement to open the door. I threw it open myself and stumbled out into the cold night air.I must have looked like a monster. My clothes were shredded, caked in dried mud and river silt, and blood was still matting the hair on my temple, trickling down to my jawline in a slow, sticky stream. The nurses and staff in the hallway stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes wide with shock as I stormed past them. I could feel them staring at me with pity, fear, and confusion in their eyes but I didn't give a damn. They were just scenery. My world was shrinking down to a single room in the back of this building."Where is she?" I roared at the reception desk, slamming my h

CHAPTER 108: CONFRONTING MY DADADRIAN:Once the morning light hit the hospital room with a harsh glare, I was ready to get out of this place. The smell of antiseptic, the beeping machines, the watchful eyes of the staff—it all felt like a cage I didn't want to be in. By eight, the doctors had signed our discharge papers, though they kept eyeing my heavily bandaged arms with a mix of professional concern and, I suspected, a little bit of fear.I didn't give them a chance to try and talk me into staying longer. I helped Elena dress in a soft, cream-colored oversized sweater and jeans—clothes Clement had brought from home this morning —while I threw on a simple dark hoodie that hid the bulky white bandages wrapped around my head. I held her hand the entire walk to where Clement was waiting in the car, my thumb tracing the back of her knuckles. She was quiet, her eyes still holding that lingering shadow of the nightmarish experience, but her grip was firm. She was alive. That was all tha

CHAPTER 110:ADRIAN:We ate in silence for the next fifteen minutes. And when it's time to leave, I tossed a stack of bills onto the restaurant table that was enough to cover a month’s worth of rent for the average person. The waiter’s jaw hit the floor, his eyes widening until they were the size of saucers. He stood there stuttering a thank you that he couldn't quite get out. I didn't care about the money. It was my little way of showing gratitude to the Goddess for saving our lives last night. I glanced over at Elena. She was staring at me, her expression soft, almost amazed. I knew what she was thinking—she had never seen me show a soft side like that, not even to her. I didn't say anything, just reached out and took her hand. Her fingers were cool against my palm, and she didn't pull away. We walked out of the restaurant, the valet bringing our car around with a quick, respectful nod. I held the passenger door open for her, waiting until she was settled before closing it and roun

CHAPTER 112: WAR IS BREWING ADRIAN:The sun wasn't even fully up, but the Blackwood pack house was already buzzing with a frantic, electric energy. I woke up long before dawn, my mind unable to stay shut down, and spent the next one hour of the morning doing a full circuit of the pack estate. I had to see it. I had to know everything was perfect for her.The grand hall had been transformed. Huge, silver-leafed banners hung from the rafters, displaying the Blackwood crest, while hundreds of white lilies—her favorite—had been arranged in massive, overflowing vases that lined the center aisle. The scent was intoxicating. Outside, the catering teams were hauling in crates of roasted game, vintage wine, and silver trays of fruit, while musicians tuned their instruments in the corner, preparing for the celebratory feast that would follow the ceremony. It looked like a palace. It looked like the home Elena deserved.I checked in on her briefly before the experts took over. She was in the gu