37 Days From Now Novels & Stories

*Chapter 83* Thirty Days* *Word count: ∼1860~words* The envoy left at dawn, and with them went the last bit of quiet Red Fang had earned. Thirty days. That’s what the council gave them. Thirty days of no attacks, no border shifts, no excuses. After that, River Claw could move again. And if Red Fang struck first, the council wouldn’t intervene. The parchment had the seal, the date, the names. It didn’t make it feel any more real.

The night they arrived, he even posted something online to make it clear he thought I was copying him. In our seventh year, the gift was the divorce agreement. Seven years, and looking back, the distance between us had grown the entire time without me noticing. Two notifications came through on my phone. One was from Vera that read, “Sean, nine tomorrow morning. Do not forget.” The other was from Austin. “Last night of our seven-day romance. Vera says she wants to make it a night to remember.” My eyes stayed on the paintings for one last moment before I switched off the screen.

“A month and two weeks away!” No.

Three hundred thirty-eight scratches on the wall. Twenty-seven days to go. Less than a month. Brynn could feel the end now the way you feel warmth before you see the fire. Twenty-seven days, and then the council's deadline, and then a gate that opened outward instead of locking her in.

She went silent for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Are you sure? Weren't you completely devoted to Enzo?" "Yes," I said, looking out at the night beyond the window. "I need one that takes effect immediately upon signing. I don't want to love him anymore." "Alright," she replied at once. "Don't worry. I'll always support your decision."

Max said slowly, "this sounds like they want to take over the world where others using the same methods have failed." "I wouldn't say no to that. It's what terrifies us. And we have a very short time frame." "What do you mean?" "According to the chatter we've picked up, the big launch is scheduled for three weeks from now." He paused. "July 4th." Max wanted to believe he'd heard wrong but knew he hadn't. Holy motherfucker. He pushed himself out of his chair and went to stare out the big window, hands in his pockets, brain rushing full steam ahead.

“but... I already have a place in mind. I call the shots remember?” They was a scoff from him. “fine... where do you wanna go?” “okay take it from here.” Emma said. She nodded. “uh... there is this hotel at new day city... Raystone hotel. Opposite Vanessa eatery and bars. No 13, Raystone bus stop.” “a hotel?” “oh... It’s not that... I mean, what you think. There is a good restaurant and bar or whatever... in there.” “fine. I'll be there in 30 mins.

For the first time in a long while, the world didn’t feel so painfully suffocating. Thirty days. Just thirty days, and I would be completely free from this hell.

Then Theo said, very slowly, "Thirty days." "Yes." "As in one month." "That is what thirty days means, yes." He stared at me. I stared back at him. He looked down at his notepad, wrote something, looked back up at me. "Okay," he said, in the voice of a man who had decided he was simply not going to process this information right now and would deal with it at a later time. Kate raised her hand like we were in a classroom. "Ma'am, when you say thirty days, do you mean thirty days from today specifically or is that like a general ballpark kind of thirty?"