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~Wren~ It’s not the darkness that will drive me mad, but the silence. The complete void of noise that is so quiet that it’s deafening. My ears ring as I strain to hear anything I can, yet… nothing comes. No one comes. Just like no one stepped up to help me.

Now, it was a map of power. I stopped in a clearing where the moonlight hit the frost-covered grass. "Okay," I whispered, my breath hitching in the cold air. "If I’m not a wolf, and I’m not just a human... what am I?" '“You are the silence between the heartbeats,”' the voice echoed. '“Try it. Reach for the shadows, Aliyah. Stop looking for the moon; look at the darkness it creates.”' I closed my eyes. Instead of reaching for that warm, golden spark of the Zeen wolf, I reached for the cold, empty hollow in my chest. I pushed into the void.

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

*Erico's POV* People always think I’m the quiet one because I prefer silence. They’re wrong. Silence isn’t a preference. It’s an instinct. A shield. A survival mechanism that’s kept me alive longer than I deserve. But around her… Silence becomes a battlefield.

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Because silence isn’t the enemy anymore. It’s just the place I live while I wait for a door to open. Or a heart to shift. Or a voice to say my name again like it still means something.

(Ho ho ho.) Every ear that picked that bitter laughter perked up, fluttering their eyes in bewilderment. The voice belonged to someone who was extremely quiet and only stuck to his teammate. (Ha ha ha.) Again, the voice filled in their earpiece. No one dared to say anything, including Hisoka, Smiley, and Black. This particular individual was hard to approach and highly secretive. His cat-like face was a cherry on top because as he was famous for being similar to a cat, his behavior was similar to a cat.

Someone laughed. Someone said goodbye. Eventually, the house fell silent. Nate remained awake. He hadn't moved much. He sat on the edge of the bed staring at his phone. A message from Micah appeared. Micah: You okay? Nate typed: Nate: Yeah. He wasn't. But he didn't know how to explain that. Another hour passed. Then came a knock. Three quiet taps. Nate froze. He knew who it was. He stood slowly. Another knock.

But this time… silence. I called her directly. “Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently switched off.” The robotic female voice made me pause. Asleep? I couldn’t stop imagining her like that: long lashes casting shadows over her face, lips slightly parted, curling unconsciously into my chest. A ghost of a smile tugged at my lips. I clicked on her profile picture—the proud ragdoll cat with those cold, disdainful blue eyes. My fingers lingered. One last message, almost a whisper typed into the void: