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I really didn’t want to see anyone else at that moment except Freya and, by coincidence or plan, Aaliyah. “The journey ahead is long. You are strong. You’ll be fine.” Aaliyah tried encouraging me but I didn’t want it from her. “Take this…” She removed the back and gave it to me. “Inside it are what you need for your journey. There’s a compass that glows when you get closer to your destination.” I took the bag and hung it around my neck. The sun completely set. My ride had arrived. It was time to go. We walked together to the car the was waiting for me. My luggage was in the car already.

I gasped and winced, unable to hide my discomfort. “Ouuuch!” I murmured under my breath, my voice echoing softly. But after a few seconds, I began to adjust. My skin slowly adapted to the chill, and I continued bathing with deliberate care. The sponge lathered into a thick, creamy foam the moment it touched the soap. I rubbed it gently over my skin, starting from my head, taking care to scrub every part clean. I paid extra attention to my underarms, especially the soft area just above the curve—scrubbing with intensity until I felt fresh and satisfied.

“Not for them. Not for me. Not for anyone who touches this world.” The SUV dipped suddenly, tires catching the edge of a ravine, and I braced myself. My heart slammed against my ribs as Kenneth corrected with a swift turn of the wheel, his hands firm, unwavering. “We’re close,” he muttered, more to himself than to me, the tension coiling in his voice like a predator ready to strike.

I skipped the heels and wore a pair of black vans, and I had curled my hair and left it down. Brandon was supposed to be here an hour ago. I had been sitting out front waiting and he hadn't shown up. I kept checking my phone, but I never got anything from him. He stood me up with no explanation. I didn't need one; it was exactly what my mother had preached. I was too much of a tomboy, I wasn't pretty, I didn't do girly things. I wasn't good enough for anyone.

I head outside, taking a deep breath as I start to move – once again – into the woods, my destination a forbidden place. Yet I trudge, later on I undress, tying my clothes around my ankle before shifting. I’m in such a one-track mind I don’t even realise I hadn’t ripped my dress. Maybe this is going to work out. I make it to the border a while later, my plan seemingly becoming more a good idea as I had moved along the trees. But now, standing near inches away from the tree I had fallen off of so many nights ago, doubt comes crawling into my heart.

Then, “I can help you.” I hesitated. “Fine. Just be quick.” I turned, lifting my hair. The familiar warmth of him settled behind me. His fingers found the zipper. Slowly, he pulled it down. The air felt closer. More aware. “This is going to take a minute,” he murmured. “What?” “The corset.” His fingers moved with controlled precision as he unlaced the back. The brush of his skin against mine made me feel hot and bothered. Focus, Jade. When he finished, I held the front of the dress in place.

But now the dream was over. She tugged her cloak higher, covering the mark at her neck and hiding the last glimmer of moisture in her eyes. "Let's go," she whispered to herself. And with that, Yuna crossed the border without looking back, leaving the Fendon Pack behind for good.

I had to man up. My fingers trembled as I picked at the corner of the packing tape. When I'd pulled enough up to grasp it between my thumb and pointer finger, I ripped as hard as I could knowing it had to come off in one pull, or I'd quit. The tape dangled on the other side of the box as the two flaps slowly lifted themselves. Carefully, I opened the box, and just beyond the smell of cardboard lingered the scent of a newborn. The soft blues and greens hadn't faded, and each article of clothing I brought out was followed by a memory of the last time I'd seen my son in it.

Valle didn’t seem affected by the formula at all; all he did was sneeze loudly, breaking the tense silence, and then rushed over to help Alexa. flashback over Now, disappointment mixed with confusion filled Leonard's mind as his anger continued to build. Suddenly, he couldn’t hold back anymore. With a loud roar of frustration, he swung his arm across the nearest countertop. Beakers, papers, and all sorts of instruments went flying, crashing to the floor with a loud bang as glass shattered everywhere. His anger spilled out, just like his shattered dreams.