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She narrowed her eyes at me, obviously not knowing what she was supposed to do with me. “Do you need help with anything?” she asked, and I shook my head. “I just need you to help me get the fuck out of here.” I said in pain. She frowned, before she burst out laughing. “The doctor said you were going to be hallucinating after you managed to regain consciousness again, but this is just funny. I’m Olivia, Lila’s friend. And we are both in Lila’s house. Lila isn’t a serial killer. You don’t have to bother about her killing you.”

“Alright, alright, I feel you,” she said, looking me in the face. She burst into laughter and I joined her, feeling a rush of adrenaline. I couldn’t believe what I had just done, but I guess desperate situations call for desperate actions, like I’ve said before. “OK, so what if I told you that he didn’t really offer me a particular amount of money? He just offered me a good life that I really liked, so I got carried away by everything. And that was actually a very stupid decision to make, now that I think about it,” she said, mostly talking to herself. But I was there, so I could hear everything she was saying clearly. And I agreed with her, because I was once delusional like her. Not anymor

A large bookshelf stood against one wall, filled with an array of titles, offering both knowledge and escape. Diego returned from the kitchen, cradling a steaming cup of hot coffee, the aroma wafting through the room. He settled beside Li-lah, their shoulders brushing, the warmth of his presence seeping into her. With genuine concern etched on his face, he looked deep into her teary eyes and asked softly, "Li-lah, what's the problem? Why do you want to know about the last moments of your mother?"

Did he think that if he waited for the three years, she would somehow forgive him for his treatment and allowances? Alpha Tom and Luna Margie were unaware of the extent of her unhappiness, but Oliver was. Did he enjoy watching her suffer as some twisted form of punishment? Frankie was vibrating; she was so mad. As she piled the documents, about to put them back into the safe as they were, a book left inside tipped over. It was an old and worn book. An Old Testament of The Tale of Two Wolves. It was an original Wolfen historical book. Was this the dual-wolf syndrome mentioned in Oliver's medical treatment file?

Living in a reality where his dead wife came back to haunt him. It's a kind of hell. A personalized torture built from his own guilt. Some would call it cruel. Some would call it justice. Elara doesn't call it anything. It just is. The weeks pass. Lucas remains in psychiatric care. The reports filter back through various channels. He's stable on medication but the delusion persists. He tells his doctors elaborate stories about Rachel's life, details he shouldn't know, convinced that Raven told him things only the real Rachel would know.

Laera bowed slightly as she greeted, But Antonio gives no response, his glare fixed on Oliver. “ Laera was worried about Eloise,” Oliver said, not even trying to lie, “ And I…well, came to check if you're dead,” “ And no one’s answering their phones,” Laera said quickly, stepping forward while Oliver took a seat, “ Where is she? Is she okay?” Antonio exhaled, “Have a seat, she's fine. Recovering,” “ Can I see her?” Laera said, not sitting. “ On a condition you won't make a sound, you wake her up —I’ll throw you out.”

The female officer handed me a cup of warm water, her tone gentle. I nodded and accepted the cup. My fingertips were still trembling slightly. "Alright. I'll explain everything clearly." Half an hour later, I sat in the interrogation room facing Officer Daniels, the detective in charge of the case, and recounted everything in detail. From Chloe's initial boundary violations and harassing messages, to her bringing her three brothers into my car to sabotage my business deal, to the kidnapping, the beating after they discovered I had called the police, and their attempt to force me into a relationship with her.

I stood there, the wind tugging at my sweater, my feet sinking into sand that didn’t feel like mine, wrapped in clothes that weren’t mine, tangled up in a story I neveragreed to. And for the hundredth time— I wasn’t sure if I was the heroine of this story. Or just another pawn. ~ALEXANDRO’S POV~ The car didn’t leave the property completely. Oliver knew better than that. Instead, he maneuvered us just far enough from the house—far enough that Lauren wouldn’t overhear—before bringing the vehicle to a stop. I exhaled sharply, patience thinning. "Where is it?" Oliver didn’t hesitate. He reached into his jacket, producing a thin file, and handed it over.

Then I remembered something Delilah said in the past. I had no idea why it suddenly popped in my mind, but the memory of her talking about auras lodged itself in my mind like a stubborn stake. She always to nag me whenever I tried to seduce her in the woods near the Moon Temple, talking about how bad auras could easily form and corrupt the good fates of others. My eyes landed on Olivia after I remembered it. Was that what she was worried about, or was it something else? Nonetheless, I couldn't take the risk. Delilah was still in there, lying unconscious on a hospital bed. The last thing I wanted was to attract bad karma to her because of my misdeeds.

"Waah….hah….ha…" Doctor Brown yelled upon gaining his consciousness as his head stung a bit from the moment when Anna hit him to knock down the doctor. She leaned in and immediately put a finger over his quivering lips. Doctor Brown didn't chirp anything, rather looked around at his surroundings. The atmosphere grew creepy when his eyes fell upon the other two nurses who laid unconscious on the floor. Brown imminently concluded that the one who had an injection in her eye had already died. Whereas the other older nurse was still breathing but her condition was not good due to the multiple cuts in her arms. "Shush, doctor Brown. You will wake up other patients."