Todos los capítulos de Genesis : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 77

I've got to get out of here.He kept me locked in that cage for—I’m not even sure how long, but I do know it’s been months. Each agonizing day bled into the next, marked only by the shifting shadows and the constant, dull ache in my bones. The air in that cramped, iron cell was thick with the metallic tang of my own blood and the stale scent of fear. I was finally dragged out by two of his hulking minions, their rough hands bruising my raw skin, and unceremoniously deposited outside like garbage, left to rot. I managed to crawl back to my sleeping quarters, each movement a fresh agony, and slowly, painstakingly, peeled what remained of my tattered clothing off my scarred and charred body. There hadn’t been a moment for me to heal, not even a little bit, not a single respite. The cage was so small, so cruelly confined, that any movement caused my exposed flesh to sear into the heated bars, which meant I was always a bloody, festering mess, a constant canvas of torment. The memory of th

Echo’s scent wrapped around me like warmth itself, a comforting blend of pine and rain that’s always felt like home, a profound sense of belonging. My skin still tingled, raw and new, where his mark now rested, a warm, pulsing throb at the crook of my neck. I didn’t know it would feel like this—like the missing piece of me had been found and slipped perfectly into place. Complete. Whole. I drew in a deep breath, savoring the quiet moments as our bodies cooled and our heartbeats slowed, syncing into a harmonious rhythm.Echo’s hand traced along my arm, sending sparks along my skin, a subtle electric current, and he smiled, something lazy and full of mischief in his golden eyes. “So… this was definitely worth the wait.”I grinned back, my cheeks warming with a blush. “You’re terrible, you know that?”He only smirked, a knowing curl of his lips, pulling me closer, his embrace tightening. “Mmm, maybe. But you love it.”I didn’t deny it. Right now, with his heartbeat steady beneath my ear

Farrah threw herself over the twins, a shield of trembling flesh, her battered body instinctively shielding them from the advancing terror. The beasts, grotesque amalgamations of shadow and tooth, advanced relentlessly, their guttural snarls chilling the air. I screamed Farrah’s name, a desperate, raw sound that tore from my throat, but an earsplitting roar, deeper and more primal than anything I had ever uttered, came out instead. The beasts, as if struck by an invisible force, all stopped in their tracks, their predatory gazes snapping to face me, their snarls dying on their lips. I didn’t even question it, didn't hesitate; a red haze descended, and I barreled forward, a living projectile of fury, tearing into their flesh with teeth that felt impossibly sharp, my claws ripping through muscle and sinew as if it were paper. Blood, thick and coppery, coated the inside of my mouth, warm and sticky, and slipped down my throat, a strange, intoxicating elixir. With each gulp, I somehow fel