Novel & Cerita Dusk Until Dawn 2

“You like trouble, that’s what you like.” He gave me a sideways glance. “Only when you’re part of it.” Hardin groaned. “Oh, not this again. Can we save the flirting for later? Preferably after we survive?” Alvina chuckled quietly. “He’s right.” Kieran’s smile faded. “Alright then. We move at dawn.” I looked up at the sky, still dark, with a hint of gray at the horizon. “That’s in two hours.” Hardin nodded. “Good. Gives us time to prepare.”

"Done." Nathan then placed the pen back into the drawer. He stood up and reached out his right hand. "Pleasure doing business with you." Lucas stood up as well. "Same here." The two of them locked gazes and smiled. "Dawn is coming back to the country today. I'm going to pick her up at the airport later on. Want to come with me?" Lucas looked at his watch. "Dawn's coming back?" Nathan was a little surprised when he heard that Dawn Scholfield was coming back into the country.

DARIUS “I can see them,” Dawson muttered, crouching next to me behind the thick cluster of trees. His eyes were locked on the dimly lit windows of the run-down motel in Red Cave Pack’s territory. I followed his gaze, catching the faint shadows of two figures moving around inside one of the rooms. “They’re getting sloppy,” I said, smirking. “Tracking Molly must have exhausted them.” Dawson snorted softly. “We should wait until they’re settled. Less mess that way. Plus the element of surprise.”

He knew that his journey was far from over, that there were still battles to be fought and loved ones to be saved. As he turned away from Sasha's defeated form, Elliot's eyes held a glimmer of determination. He would honor Dawn's sacrifice, he would protect Zelda, and he would ensure that the darkness that had plagued their lives would never prevail. With his pack at his side, he embarked on the next chapter of their arduous journey, fueled by the unwavering strength of love and the relentless pursuit of justice. Having received a distressing call from Zelda, Chris, using his heightened senses, swiftly tracked down the location where Dawn had been taken. With a mix of anticipation and trepid

Dawn remarked. "Then it's settled," said Joseph. "We're leaving at 6 am sharp, be ready." Dawn gave a nod and then made her way to the door. Once she was outside, she walked over to a tree and stripped off all her clothes. Aurora turned to grab Dawn clothes, place them in her mouth and take off, running to head towards Logan's cabin, with a fast speed, Aurora made it there in no time; she went behind a tree and shifted back, putting on her clothes back on. Once she was dressed, Dawn went to knock on Logan door. After not receiving a response, she knocked again and called his name. When Dawn made the final knock on the door, it creaked open, putting her on high alert as she entered the cabin

He carried her until they got out of the property. Dawn on the other hand, felt amuse by his action. They are now in the middle of nowhere forest. That’s when everything sink-in for Dawn. He literally gets her out of their territory. When Dustine’s breathing lowered down, she made Dawn stand at the ground. “Thank you.” Dawn sincerely uttered. “I’m Dawn Pauline. It’s nice meeting you…. Dustine.” she adds up.

I couldn't find find my mobile or my nightstand. I panicked and opened my eyes to look around. The bright sun shining from the window onto my face and eyes made me close my eyes due to the brightness. I adjusted my eyes to the brightness and opened my eyes to see that it was not my house, it was the fucking hotel room where we... Everything what had happened yesterday came back to me like scenes in a movie, I remember I was drinking too much then I saw.... Sierra Jane, just the girl I was thinking about and we.. ohhh... my... fucking luck.... I played pool with her and then came to her hotel room....

Twice. On the third pulse, every window in Duskbane shatters. Glass rains down. Babies scream. Thorns drop to guard. *Eighty-nine days,* a voice says in our heads. First voice. Cold. Final. *Eighty-nine days until unmaking. One delivered. Seven remain.* Caiden fires. Draven knocks the rifle up and the bullet hits the ceiling. “Enough,” Draven roars. King voice drops Caiden to his knees. Clay raises her hand. Tiny. No claws. Yet.

POV: Damon It was almost midnight when the last light went out on the CrossTech skyline. Everyone else had gone home. Damon stayed, his office window overlooking the city that never really slept, not even in the quiet hours. He wasn’t working. Not really. The screen in front of him had long gone dark, replaced by his own reflection: tired, unshaven, stripped of the precision that usually defined him. The knock came softly. Ethan stepped in; jacket gone, sleeves rolled, a rare sign he’d stayed too long too. In one hand, two glasses. In the other, a bottle of whiskey Damon recognized instantly.

But sleep would not come. I ate until the plate was empty. Drank the water. Lay back down and closed my eyes. Her face appeared again. I let it stay. __________________ The knock came at dawn. I was already awake, standing by the window, watching the sun bleed across the horizon. The knock was urgent, sharp, the kind that meant news. "Enter." Dana stepped inside. Her armor was dusty, her face tired. Dark circles ringed her eyes. She had been gone for two days, tracking leads, following whispers, chasing shadows.