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He instinctively dodged to the side while extending his palm, trying to seize her. Her body twisted and contorted unnaturally before suddenly snapping back into shape. In the next instant, she vanished like a phantom. When she reappeared, she was already behind him. "You think such tricks can fool me? Keep dreaming!" Chase let out a cold snort. Without even looking, he spun around and swung his leg in a powerful roundhouse kick. Caught off guard, the woman failed to dodge in time. His kick sent her flying backward. However, Chase did not stop there. He tapped his toes against the ground and shot forward like a cannonball, closing the distance in an instant.

Fear gripped her heart as her mind raced, trying to comprehend who could be chasing them. "Chase!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with panic. "We are being followed!" Reaching into his pocket for his phone, he looked at her troubled gaze. "Hold on, Jada," he said. "We need to lose them." The driver accelerated, weaving through traffic as he skillfully maneuvered the car to shake them off. But the SUVs behind them seemed relentless, closing in with each passing moment. Looking at Chase talking on the phone, Jada's heart pounded in her chest, and she gripped the edge of her seat, her eyes darting between the side mirror and the road ahead.

Gold City was vast, but its social circles were small. Yet, Christine and I never met. One afternoon, I happened to see their daughter, Alicia, at a buffet restaurant. She was hiding behind an artificial rock decoration and eating a tub of ice cream. She looked like an adorable squirrel with how she was stuffing her cheeks. I stopped in my tracks without thinking and found it impossible to tear my eyes away. A moment later, I heard Christine calling out her name. Alicia heard Christine too, and she widened her eyes in panic, unsure of what to do as she clutched the tub of ice cream.

She chuckled. I smirked. “I'm the one with the knife now,” I added, referencing her words the last time I was in their home like this. She had a look of exaggerated horror when she realized what I was talking about. “How do you remember?“ I grinned. “Payback's a bitch,” She rolled her eyes. “We were even then, okay?” “Just one,” she begged. I laughed. “No Zara. You need to learn the art of contentment,”

Just as I was about to scream, the door slammed shut. She was here. Without hesitation, I threw off the covers and stumbled into the hallway. “There she is!” My breath hitched as I spotted her. I ran after her, my pulse racing. But no matter how fast I moved, she remained just out of reach. Before, she had always been the one trying to catch up with me but now, we have switched places. “Grandma, wait for me!” I pleaded. She didn’t slow down nor did she turn around but that didn't deter me as I continued to chase her through the dimly lit corridors, refusing to let her slip away again.

at school just hours ago. Without a word, she yanked her hand from mine and bolted, like something inside her had snapped loose. One second she was beside me, warm fingers laced in mine and the next, she was a blur in the grass, chasing the crown like it carried her whole worth on the wind.

I slid into the back seat and he pulled smoothly into the road. He navigated through the city streets while I pull up Spotify on my phone and connected to the car’s speakers. A pop song filled the car and I found myself singing along, tapping my fingers against my knee to the beat. We pulled up to the elementary school and I could see parents already gathering near the entrance. I climbed down from the car, my eyes immediately scanning for a familiar small figure. I found her. Jessie was standing near the edge of the crowd, her pink backpack almost as big as she was, her dark curls pulled into two puffs on either side of her head.

“I know you’re pissed. I get it. You want her to crawl. You want to make a point. But you and I both know you don’t want that to be the way you get her back.” “You done.” He exhaled. “I’m done.” Movement cut across the edge of the corridor. I stopped. A small body darted past the ward’s shadow. Red fur. Thin legs. A fox. “Chase.” “Yeah.” “I’ll call you back.” I killed the line. The honshu surged. I dropped the phone into my pocket and let the beast through. Bones stretched. Skin tore. Black fur flooded my vision. Claws hit stone. The corridor shook. Breath filled my chest in a hard drag.

The way her smile had once made his heart race. The way she had broken him. He clenched his jaw, his chest aching. She had chased him away like he was nothing. Tossed him aside as if all the moments they shared didn’t matter. So why was she back now? What did she want from him this time? Grayson pushed the papers aside and stood up, pacing across the room. His footsteps echoed in the large office, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the noise in his head. He walked to the window and stared out at the city below. The streets were crowded, people rushing back and forth, living their lives without a care for what he was feeling.

The silence doesn’t last. It never does. The moment she’s gone— something inside me snaps. Not loud. Not explosive. Cold. Precise. Controlled. Wrong. I move. Not toward the corridor she disappeared into— that’s what they expect. Instead— I turn. Back to the shaft. Back to the system. Because this— this isn’t over. It’s just changed. “They want you to chase,” a voice echoes faintly behind me. I don’t stop.