A Novel Approach Novels & Stories

I say finally. The pressure increases. The nodes closing in again. Faster now. More coordinated. More focused. “They’ve learned,” I say. Matteo exhales. “Yeah. I was afraid of that.” Ezra doesn’t look away from the projection. “Then we change the approach.” “Yes.” I adjust the signal again. Not repeating the same pattern. Not giving them something they’ve already adapted to. Something new. Something different. Something unpredictable. The network shifts. Reacting.

“A lot has happened lately. You know… not long ago, someone started pursuing me again. His name is Blake Miller. He works at the bookstore nearby. He’s a good person… “I also met a he-wolf. I don’t know his name, but… his eyes look a lot like yours.” The cold wind stirred the fallen leaves on the ground. They brushed against each other with a soft rustling sound. “Carter, I really miss you.” I stood there for a while longer, saying nothing else. The mess inside my head was tangled beyond sorting out. It didn’t belong in a conversation with someone who had already fallen asleep forever. On my way back, the bookstore on the street corner had just opened.