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I went to keep the art supplies when I noticed something that looked like a journal or should I say diary . I shouldn’t open it, it looks private and personal but then it’s my Pack and I don’t whatever I want. Out of curiosity, I swiftly dropped the art supplies and picked the book smiling at her rough and bold hand writing … Well, that was a mistake because half of what was written in that book was an insult directed at me. “How rich of you Zara…” I whispered and I couldn’t help but smile when she wrote that my eyes looked as dark as a penguin's butt.

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

UNKNOWN DIARYYY, Just her mere presence in my vicinity, and I can already feel myself becoming strongerrr. I saw her naked body today, Diary… she was taking a shower, wanted to get rid of all the dirt she had on her from packing or so she said. I could see her through the walls, Diary —lots of demons like me do this to unsuspecting girls all over the world who manage to catch our attention, you know? — And you have no idea how I wished she could sense my presence, but I’m not that strong yet!

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

Meanwhile, the comments were having the time of their lives. [Yes! This is exactly how they should be tortured!] [Dan got caught stealing dog food yesterday. It had me in stitches.] [But be careful, PC. The comments are saying a zombie wave is coming soon, and Callie seems to be secretly gathering strength. She might try something.] A zombie wave? I narrowed my eyes. It looked like the last bit of value those two pieces of good-for-nothing had was finally about to be cashed in. However, what I didn’t expect was how quickly the zombie wave would arrive.

When he awoke, he was able to function enough to make use of the clear, running water and work on getting his body fit for the long walk home. The strips of shirt dried quickly in the warm breeze and soon he was bandaged and trying out his leg for mobility. He looked, longingly, at his kill as it lay in the hot sun and sighed. Even if it was still salvageable, there was no way that he’d be able to lug it home with that leg of his being the way that it was. He’d have to leave it for some lucky beast to consume. His eyes combed the ridge as he wondered just what type of animal that might be. The herd looked fairly calm and contented, so he questioned if they encountered a predator very oft

Why go back? I couldn’t quite tell what its skin would look like but from the texture, I could guess it was wet, moldy, and perhaps elastic. The monster’s tongue came out of its head and where its dick would have originally been, there were deadly spikes. I only saw the frontal of this thing and couldn’t help but wonder why the Zeta was working in the library day and night anyway. And why he was reading books on demons and whatever this thing is. He said something about runes… a blank page… potions… I had no idea what any of that meant.

All their earlier promises meant nothing then. -------------- Dear Diary… It is a lonely place, a dungeon, when you are locked up on your own and left alone too. I guess he has a home to return to. And I have no wolf to talk to now either. Just four walls to look at. If this is how things go, I am likely to go insane… ----------------

“This is the diary of Amanda Crossfield. Should you come across this book while I am deceased, please read it. The dead have nothing to fear. If I am still alive, proceed no further. I will flay your skin in the open sun and coat your exposed insides with honey.” “Ouh, gnarly,” I hissed. But the blood. That wasn’t a mistake…it wasn’t just the air setting a mood. It was the smell of the book, and the more I read, the wider my eyes got. I was seeing things that my own mother wrote that made so much sense, and at the same time, just made me freeze with shock. By the time I was at the last page, most of the paper was covered and smeared in the red liquid that had now turned deep maroon.

Whatever unease she had earlier is already fading, replaced by something much more like her. “So,” she starts, nudging my arm lightly like she does when she wants my attention, “I started this new book last night.” I glance at her, catching the small excitement in her expression, then go back to stretching my arm across my chest. “It’s about zombies,” she continues, her voice picking up. “Like actual dead people walking around and eating others. It’s kind of disgusting, but also really good.” “And there is this guy,” she goes on, lowering her voice just a little like she is letting me in on something important. “He is technically dead, but not fully gone. Like he still thinks and talks and…