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Only absence. The First Human’s voice trembled through the psychic link. *I WAS THE LAST.* The valley fell into a stunned silence. Helena covered her mouth, and Daniel stared blankly at the sky. Even the surviving Directorate agents looked horrified. Ava felt tears sting her eyes as the truth settled in. The First Human wasn’t humanity’s ancestor, it wasn't a god, and it wasn't a machine. It was a refugee. It was the final survivor of a civilization so old that history itself had forgotten it.

The man smiled. "And Sophia?" Liam froze. "Where is she?" The man chuckled. "Alive." Liam relaxed slightly. "But not for long." "No." The man leaned forward. "You know what I want." Liam looked away. "I'm never giving it to you." The man's smile disappeared. "Then everyone dies." --- That evening, Emma sat surrounded by the anonymous messages. The photographs. The unknown numbers. Everything. Noah sat beside her. Neither had spoken for several minutes.

It instead makes me worry more. I need to do something. I just can't let her die here. I look around the room and see one of the men sitting on a chair he's brought in. He's reading a magazine that has a beautiful women covered in tattoos on the cover. All that covers her body is the intricate ink and the placement of her slender arms and long legs. I move to Rachel and the man's eyes look up and follow. I move my hands to her make- shift bandage making sure I look like I'm checking on her wound. He gives us a once over before resuming his activity.

I took the tablet from the nightstand and dove into the latest episode of my favorite series. Walter was glued to his phone, fingers flying as he texted away, probably chatting with someone. Out of nowhere, a message alert flashed on the tablet. Curious, I tapped it. Oops. It seemed Walter's messenger was still logged in. [Walter, you're the best at picking out treats. It's been ages since I've had pastries this good.] [The place was packed. You really went out of your way.] Walter shot me a quick look, still typing like a man on a mission.

I tried to pull my hand away, unable to stand how cold it was but he wouldn't budge. " Y-Your hand is cold," I told him and he let my hand go like I burned him. I took my hand back and rubbed my hands together to warm up. He is crazily cold. Im sure he is not human because a human can't be cold like that. " My bad. I forgot you are human now," he says confusing me more. What did he even mean by that? I couldn't help but his presence made me feel uneasy. I wanted to leave but I wasn't going to make the first move so I hope he left instead. I wanted Blake to be by my side so badly. Then this creep wouldn't have taken the liberty to approach me.

my mother hummed, caressing my head. “He’s human mom. I have a human mate. That has never happened to an Alpha before. Our mate is supposed to be strong” I sighed. “There are different kinds of strength, Anita. Don’t assume that just because he is human, he isn’t strong. The moon goddess never makes a mistake” she explained. “I know” I replied. “Good. Now tell me all about him” she laughed, pulling up a chair. We talked about Kelly until I began to feel sleepy and that’s when my mom left.

that man spoke quietly. I didn't know if he might have seen me on that hill, I just knew he had food and I was starving. I barked at him full of anger and approached the chicken. "If you want food you must ask for it like a human child" he spoke sternly as he pointed a gun at me. I was silent and then I became a child again, the hair on my body vanished and my bones returned to their place. The man smiled in amazement and then handed me the whole chicken in a cup.

I walked right up to him and grabbed him firmly by his neck, pulling him forward until our faces were only inches apart. "Who sent you? Talk right now and I'll consider sparing your pathetic life." The rogue spat a mouthful of dark blood onto the stone floor between my boots and let out a pained mocking laugh. "You think you rule this territory? You think you are untouchable?" "I am asking you one last time," I snarled, my voice vibrating as my claws scraped dangerously close to his throat. "Who…sent… you?" He smirked one last time and whispered a chilling sentence directly into my ear.

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

“Khora, stop playing with me-” It takes Khorasa a second to catch on before the light goes out of her eyes. “N-no, it’s not that.” She looks at the meat and clasps her mouth, unable to handle the burden of it being human meat. “Human flesh tastes similar to the flesh of swine.” “Swine?”