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James The sun hits my eyes causing me to flinch in my sleep. I push my face up, coming in contact with a smooth fresh texture, while I try to shield my face from the rays of the sun. The sweet smell of a floral perfume hits my nose as something was pulsing against it. Pulsing? I open my eyes and look up, gasping in surprise. My God, I was laying on Adria. To be more persist I was laying on her chest with the point of my nose touching her neck.

Azriel said with worry. “No, I need to say it. I saw—” Just as Elijah's name was about to slip past my lips, a large truck drove towards us with so much speed and the two cars collided in the middle of the road. The intensity of the collision knocked our car as it doubled over, making me black out in seconds.

“As I have said to your alpha, dear beta, this is my territory and you two are trespassing.” I said nonchalantly and the beta’s eyes turned yellow. I smirked. I was getting under his skin. “I think you need someone to teach you a lesson and I would be glad to do it.” He said while advancing on me and I licked my lips. Yes, I was getting bored with all of this talking. “Easy Daniel. She is right; we are the ones who are trespassing.” He raised his hand to stop his beta, then looked back at me. “We are sorry; we didn’t know that this land was claimed.”

Then, Carmen slid back into the driver's seat, grumbling to herself, saying, "Lucky for me that nosy old hag didn't screw things up. My sweet ride should be showing up any minute now." Patrick was practically buzzing with excitement, rubbing his hands together, saying, "Awesome, we're going to be filthy rich soon!" The folks in the back seat paid them no mind, convinced they had lost their marbles. As predicted, ten minutes later, Carmen pulled up to the spot where my car had been rear-ended in our previous life. Sure enough, a sleek, limited-edition luxury car pulled in right behind us.

Celia was done and they were past the location when someone overtook their car. Lazar: Hey! Look where you’re going! He drove in speed to catch up with the driver. The car stopped at their office. Lazar unleashed his seat belt and ran behind the person. Celia too hurried following him. As they were about to catch the person, they got a knock on their head and fell instantly.

One moment, I was walking briskly while going over my presentation in my head, and the next moment, out of nowhere, a solid mass of muscles collided against my side, propelling me sideways. The collision had been so intense and sudden, I stumbled and lost my footing. I staggered and in a bid to keep my foot on the ground, I dropped my perfectly crafted practical, just as I felt insanely hot liquid seep through the front of my shirt and arms. Next, I was falling on the hard ground, where I later realized had been soiled up by the rest of the hot coffee that had poured over me. My head was reeling. It had collided with the hard granite flood and now, it was pounding.

If I remembered them truly,if I held every scar, every fear, every laugh,they could walk again beside me. The power settled into my marrow like a second heartbeat. And then, the book crumbled. It just… dissolved. One moment it was there, the next, only a pile of fine gray ash on my desk. I tried to stand. My legs gave out. The world tilted. Darkness rushed in at the edges of my vision. I collapsed to the floor, my head striking wood with a dull thud. The last thing I felt was warmth spreading through my chest in completion. Then, nothing.

I was so focused on planning that I didn't see the person in front of me until it was too late. We collided hard, and this time we both went down in a tangle of limbs. Strong hands caught me instinctively even as we fell, cushioning my impact, pulling me against a solid chest that smelled like pine and something wild. "We have to stop meeting like this," a deep voice said, and I looked up into the face of the mysterious Alpha I'd crashed into yesterday.

“I’ve gone ahead of you already. Hold onto it, catch up. I’ll get it back tomorrow.” She accepted without argument, hugging the book against her chest. He was right. They were running out of time. Together, they packed up and headed toward the exit. Alicia walked slightly ahead, adjusting her grip on the book, when she collided with someone rounding the corner. The impact jolted her, the book slipping from her arms and thudding onto the floor. “Oh, shit!” she hissed, crouching instantly to grab it. When she straightened, her breath caught.

The arrangement was the fifth book. He opened his journal. He wrote: Don said: we are the fifth book. The unwritten thing the written argument was approaching. The convergence cannot be written — it is the inside account at its most inside. The four books approached it. The convergence is what we are. The fifth book is the living. We are the fifth book.