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“I said you’re coming with me. Pack a bag for the night.” If he’d just told me I’d grown a second head, I doubt I could be any more surprised than I am right now. I glance over my shoulder to where Caleb lounges on the sofa, his nose buried in an advanced demonology book. He’s staring intently at the pages, but his eyes aren’t moving, as if he isn’t really reading the words. He doesn’t look up at me. Could he have known about this impromptu visit? “What are you talking about?” I turn back to Adrian, frowning at him.

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My fingers closed not around the cool metal of a derringer, as I’d half-expected, but around soft, worn leather. A journal. Caleb’s journal. The first pages were in a strong, elegant hand—entries from before the attack that put him in a coma. Observations on business, sketches of sailing yachts, notes on a violin concerto. Then came the gap. The next entries were different. The writing was faint, tremulous, a spider’s crawl across the page, as if the hand holding the pen fought against immense weight. Day unknown. There is a voice. It reads Dickens. Great Expectations. I hate that book. But I cling to the voice. It is an anchor in the dark.

“Stanley is a dangerous man, Layla. Not just dangerous, he is brilliant and a wizard in tech. He can crack into places people swear are unbreakable. And he knows people, powerful people.” Caleb leaned closer, his tone deadly calm. “As long as you don’t step into his trap, you’ll be fine. I will protect you. I swear it. “But if you don’t listen…” Caleb added quietly, “he’ll take everything you own without leaving fingerprints.” Silence filled the car like cold fog. I stared at my knees, trying to breathe through the rising panic. It felt like forever before Caleb finally spoke again. “My trip to America wasn’t complete,” he said. “I got a call halfway through, and I had to rush back. But I wo

This was my fight. Caleb’s breathing turned ragged, his pulse fluttering beneath my grip. But there was no form of struggle in his eyes. Only fear. “I—I left,” he stammered. “I ran.” I hesitated, confused. “Ran from what?” His hands shook as he clutched at my wrist. “From him.” I loosened my grip just enough for him to speak. “Alpha Killian,” Caleb wheezed. “He’s—he’s planning something. He’s going to invade.”

She whispered and added, “or else I will make sure your so-called friends will suffer at the orphanage,” “You are too young to be bullies.” I heard Caleb’s remarks and pulled Cali’s shirt. “You are soon to be a man. Be a gentleman and apologize,” he said, glaring at Cali. “Who are you? I am rich—” “I don’t care,” Caleb interrupted Cali before boasting about the money and powers he gained from his new parents. Cali grabbed his pocket and dialed a phone number on his smartphone. “Someone attacking…” He hangs his words when Caleb gets his phone in seconds. We all blinked our eyes multiple times. I gulped down as my jaw dropped. Did he have strange abilities like me?

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“I wanted to know… why you’re here. And if you’re really going to help us.” Laila’s lips curved into a twisted smile, and she stood, walking toward him slowly, each step deliberate. “Such boldness,” she murmured. “You’ll make a fine alpha one day—perhaps even greater than your father.” She reached out, placing a cold hand on his head, her touch sending an icy shiver down his spine. Caleb’s instincts kicked in. He howled, loud and defiant, shaking her hand off as if her touch had burned him. Without another word, he turned and bolted out of the room, his heart racing faster than it ever had before.

“And paid for it.” Jace’s jaw tightens. “You expect us to believe you’re just some helpful ghost in the system?” Caleb smiles thinly. “No. I expect you to believe I’m scared.” For the first time, his confidence cracks just a little. “I’ve been cleaning up pieces ever since,” he continues. “Moving files. Hiding things where the right people will find them. Making noise when it gets too quiet.” “Why now?” I ask. “Because your brother’s name resurfaced,” Caleb says. “And when that happens, people start panicking. That’s when mistakes get made.”

he replied honestly to his boss that looks to his track. Caleb goes closer to his ears and then whispers, “because when you enter the void… there is no going back.” The goose bumps of Alberto are crawling to his skin as it is giving chills to him. Nevertheless, being naughty is one of his talents. Alberto pushes him to the door that makes him lean against it. Caleb is confuse why he did that… He smirked, “are you going to get your revenge to me?” he asked him with an inviting tone. He don’t wanted to listen to his heart but his mind is taking over.