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I survived because I found strength in the small things - my grandmother’s quiet hugs, my siblings’ laughter, the way the moonlight filtered through the trees and reminded me that Selene was still watching. I survived because even when I wanted to give up, there was a voice inside me that whispered: Not yet. Not like this. You are more than what he did to you. I am not what he did to me. I am not the silence he forced me to keep. I am not his crime. I am still here, scarred but not broken.

"I told you the triangle zone is safest. Why won't you listen? You're seriously going to jump?" Just looking at him made me sick. In my last life, I broke my leg saving him and spent three months stuck in a hospital bed. The pain was brutal. I woke up in cold sweats every day and couldn't even roll over without help. Tristan brought me soup every day, but he barely looked at me. His eyes stayed glued to his phone, a faint smile on his face. Later, I found out he'd been texting Rainee. While I was in the hospital, she told everyone, "If Kayla had stayed in the triangle zone and waited for rescue, she wouldn't have gotten hurt.

Jessica often heard people say, that surviving a great disaster brings great fortune. After going through numerous hardships this time, escaping the plane crash in the desert, being stranded for two days in the desert, nearly being killed in the castle, almost blown to pieces on the sea, with several near-death experiences, and the virus, they were all unharmed so far. Could things be smooth sailing from now on? She hoped so.

Hearing him call me that made Zariah stir and made me melt inside a little. I had done it. I had escaped my ass hole rejected mate and found my second chance mate. I still had a lot to do but I had Amelia, Kyle, Dominic and Emron to help me. I didn't know what would happen but I wasn't completely worried about it and neither was Zariah. I would rescue my pack though from Elstan, I owed them that much. I just hoped it wouldn't be too late. END BOOK ONE

About what it means to lead. "Then we tell the truth," I whispered. Zerina purred inside me. A quiet strength. A gentle push. I would sit down again. I would try again. And this time, I would not backspace. Because we were alive. Because we were healing. Because the truth deserves to be heard.

"A few decades ago, life was easier. Now people have developed technology, so we live more difficult; I'm afraid that we will not be able to survive in a few decades." The words of the group of cave dwellers shook his faith. But the person he trusted the most was Clement. If Clement said he was a vampire, he would believe it.

He became something, something that his father always wished for. "You made a work out of that shit Davie, I…..I certainly just learned how to cry on my miseries." Alex chuckled dryly. A wave of sadness hits David hard. Alex's emotional side was kicking in. "After everything, after all this time, I will disagree with your point of view. You are the strongest person I have seen Alex. You survived your pack's destruction, you survived your parents’ death, you survived separation from your family, you survived in another pack, and most of all you raised a boy, a baby who was thrown out by his own family. You...." David held his hands and plant a kiss on his knuckles. "You are the strongest pers

"Don't worry, we couldn't abandon you to your fate, where do you come from?" Best thing to build trust between people is honesty and sincerity, if you can fake both you'll be fine. Instead of lying i'll try to say as much as i can without actually giving any critical information. "I live alone in the forest, but I was running out of resources so I decided to explore trying to find a better place. On the way here I was attacked by a jackal so I spent the night in the open, and, when I woke up I explored the whole area. I don't know where I am, but I'm just tired and a bit thirsty"

Only 45 people were left, with Omari taking up 25 spots, which meant that unless the remaining 20 people's stats miraculously shot up, midnight would be their collective elimination. "We cannot let Omari's people get those emergency supply crates." Steve's gaze landed on me. "Melanie, how does a broke person turn things around in a death trap like this?" The key to surviving as a broke person had never been brute force. It was about finding loopholes, exploiting trickery, navigating chaos, and seizing opportunities. "First Emergency Supply Crate spawned: Terminal T3, Level B2, Employee Break Room!" Sure enough, footsteps echoed in the distance as Omari's team marched toward T3 in full force.

, Croads, a middle-aged woman with brown hair and glasses, said. Except, it's not. She's dealing with enough right now. "Are you close with the victim?", SSA Briggs questioned, looking at me curiously. Briggs is practically a teenager, with shaggy blonde hair, very thin. "She's not a victim. Don't call her that. Her name is Amelia, and she's a survivor", I couldn't stop the words from flowing from my mouth. "The only one", Briggs uttered. "So you are close to her? Have you considered that being the reason for not catching him yet?", Croads said coldly. "Croads", Loveless snapped, shaking his head at her.