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Growling in frustration at my lack of progress I punch the wall. “Alpha!” one of the warriors mindlinked me. “George is back.” I take off running, down the stairs to the front lawn of the pack house. George stood there panting, still trying to catch his breath. His knees hit the ground, bearing his neck as soon as he felt my presence. He looked exhausted, like he’d been running nonstop for days. “Where is the rest of your team?” I growl at him. George’s team was my best set of trackers. They could find anything from the briefest scent.

I could see alex in anger ' I am coming for you. Just wait you son of bitch!!!!!' Alex said .I press my phone,I got the signal where they are. They are in the abandoned warehouse that he and alex always play in when they are small and still friend.I called my men,with alex we head there. GEORGE POV I was really smiling. I just discover that brenda is very beautiful. Why haven't I discover that before. Is it because she is with Alex. I watched her again.she was still lost in conscious.

“Therefore, before I take care of Lee Sehun's things to be transferred to another place, then I want to meet,'' Lee Umji replied with another special intention. “I see ... alright. Where do you want to meet?'' “How was yesterday's cafe? Close enough right, I guess where we are right now is also not far.'' ''Of course. I'll be ready and thereafter an hour, okay? '' “Okay and Ha Mino ..., '' called Lee Umji, pausing for a moment. ''Yes?'' “Take the Daydream script over there later." Ha Mino smiled spontaneously. “Alright.'' Although Lee Umji only mentioned the Daydream script that he needed to bring, he knew very well what it meant. Hopefully the thinking isn't wrong this time. ***

“Please, help us. He can’t-” Her eyes fluttered close as she fell against me. I didn’t hesitate. I was sure she was talking about her baby. I picked her up and raced through the forest. I was far from Zack’s Pack, but I only needed to get close enough to link George. Every few miles, I kept trying him until he finally reached out. “James, I’m here. What’s wrong?” George asked.

His wrists were raw from shackles, his back sore from nights spent curled against the wall. But in his dream, none of that mattered. Because Crystal was there. She stood in front of him, her hair glowing silver in the moonlight, her eyes fierce and untouchable. She didn’t look at him with pity the way she used to, didn’t shrink away. In his dream, she looked at him the way she looked at Ryder. With love. George reached for her, his wolf howling, desperate to claim what had been denied. His fingers brushed her skin, burning with the memory of a bond that never truly was.

As I gasped for air and blinked through the haze, I turned to see who had rescued me, it was George. But he seemed different, almost unrecognizable, his expression distant and shadowy. The fear washed over me, and I gasped awake, beads of sweat trickling down my forehead, my heart racing uncontrollably. Beside me, George slept peacefully. I hardly remember my dreams, but this one was strikingly vivid, its emotions still lingering as if it were reality. I knew it was no ordinary dream, yet I didn’t know how to interpret it. I chose to push the unsettling thoughts aside, though a small part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that it might hold a deeper meaning.

That night, I dreamed of fire. Of the letter he wrote me, curling in flames. Of his voice whispering apologies I never heard aloud. I woke with my pillow damp from tears I didn’t remember shedding. And I wanted to scream. Because even when he wasn’t there, he was everywhere. In the cracks of my silence. In the hollow of my chest. In the cold front that followed me through every hallway. George found me by the lockers Monday morning. “You look tired,” he said, concern creasing his brow.

But everything looked normal. “Is.. is she there?” Chase asked with fear lacing his tone. George checked all the rooms as he kept calling her name but couldn’t find her. He went in Chase’s room and saw her broken phone lying on the floor. George’s heart also filled with fear when he couldn’t find her. “She is not here Chase” George told him in concern and Chase felt as if someone pierced his heart with a knife. “Chase…” he called his friend but Chase had again blanked out.

“I built this world. The rules you play by are mine.” Dream’s eyes narrowed. “You corrupted it. That’s all you ever do.” Adrian tilted his head, smirking. “And yet here you are, standing inside my corruption, trying to survive it.” Before Dream could respond, the void trembled violently. > Error: Conflicting command input. Override initiated. I staggered as the ground beneath us shifted like liquid. The code beneath my feet rippled in waves, and the connection thread between me and Dream sparked violently, flickering between gold and red.

I struggled to raise my arm as I squinted against the light. “I’m…I’m out.” I gasped as my surroundings came into focus. It was the forest. Not the first from the nightmare. But a real forest. I didn’t recognize the area, but I was sure this was real. How did I get here? I had been in a dungeon the last time I was awake. ‘About damn time you joined the land of the living! I’ve been trying to get to you.’ August sighed in relief. ‘AUGUST!! TELL ME THAT’S YOU! TELL ME I’M NOT DREAMING! THAT YOU’RE BACK!’ I shouted, feeling like a kid on Christmas.