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Davis's Pov: It was a fateful morning, the morning sun had just come out. Opening the window, I stared out at our pack premises. The atmosphere seems refreshing and pleasant, though my heart and wolf have been restless because of today. Today is D day, the day that we were to go into the human world to hunt the mystery girl and hurl her to my father. The mighty and vicious god Marcus Verne, I inhaled sharply before closing back the window. "Come in," with a tone as cold as an ice, I abruptly replied to whoever that is at the door.

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Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow is the day where two clans will fight life and death, defending the honor of their group even if it costs them life and blood. And this morning, Angel chose to be a normal human being, at least he wanted to spend time happily with his mother. Because no one knows what will happen tomorrow, whether he will live or die. "Mom, let's go!" Mrs. Matthew frowned. "Mommy is off today." "Therefore, I want to take mommy for a walk today."

He opened the book and stuck his tongue out at Becca. Becca smiled and returned to her own novel. It wasn't as factual, but she loves fantasy and romance novels. To her, it was like dipping her toe into a whole different lifetime. A lifetime where she is known as the smartest person in the world, the strongest woman alive, and she has someone to love. She always wanted someone to love.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

And after a good couple of minutes, Man Hae finally was all awake now. After touching the polished floor with her bare feet, she quickly made her way to the washroom, but not before taking a glimpse of the morning busy hour sky glowing outside of the window. After a shower of nice 25 minutes, Dae-Seong was out, wrapped in a fleece robe, and headed straight to the walk-in closet to get ready for his day. On the other hand, Man-Hae was already done with the bath and was now struggling to find something suitable for her “today’s look”.

POV: Maya Castellano Two things happened on the fifth day. The first was that she finished the novel. She’d been reading in pieces since the first night. An hour before sleep and twenty minutes over breakfast while Kofi answered emails across the table with the comfortable silence of two people who had stopped needing to fill space. The woman in the book did the brave thing on page 247 and then spent forty three more pages learning to live inside having done it. Maya read those forty three pages slowly.

On Christmas Day, my parents decided to add my sister Chloe's name to the family trust. As the lawyer prepared the documents, he glanced at me. "And this young lady? Should she be included as well?" My mother waved a hand dismissively. "No need. She's just a foster child." Ever since Chloe was brought back home, I—their biological daughter—had become the outsider. All because Chloe insisted she was the only daughter in the family. If anyone so much as mentioned that I was blood-related, she'd have a PTSD episode—screaming, crying, the whole breakdown. Eventually, everyone just accepted it: "The Haper family only has one real daughter. The other one's a foster kid." At first, I tried to

I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Daya said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading Hamlet. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.”