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Just enough to seem natural. “Good,” he replied. “I’ll send you the address.” And just like that… The call ended. I stared at my phone for a few seconds after the line went silent. Then slowly… I smiled. This was more than progress. This was entry. — The address came the next day. Short. Precise. No unnecessary details. Night party. Of course it was. People revealed more at night. Under dim lights. With music in the background. With drinks in their system and their guards lowered.

Stelios sounded completely bewildered. Leonidas glanced at my pale face. “Give him the tracking essence.” “Her name is Nyra Blackmoon! Find her location before they kill her, Stelios!” I cried out toward the rune. Though the Beta didn't understand the sudden panic, he knew better than to delay an Alpha's hunt. Within moments, the rune flared bright red. “Supreme Alpha, the last known signal from that bloodline mark was emitted from the sea cliffs near the edge of the Whispering Moon Woods territory.”

After Halle Anderson cheated on me and came back to me, I gave her three chances to cut ties with her lover. She grabbed the opportunity and spent those times with him. They had dinners together, did crafts, and she even spent whole nights with him. After that, she threw everything that was related to her lover away and held my hand again. “Believe me, I’ll never betray you again.” One day, I got into a car accident with an energetic young man. He angrily gave someone a call, and I heard my wife’s best friend’s voice coming through. “Halle, I’m telling you to not go. You’ve used up all three chances. Grant will definitely divorce you if you do so.” Immediately after, I heard Hall

He comes through the aisle, then just before reaching the opening, he turns left, like he knew I was there. Fuck. We got only a second. "NOW!" The workers shove, two enormous flour sacks tip from the stack, the impact sends flour exploding into the air like a bomb, the entire aisle disappears inside a white cloud. I step out, brushing flour off my hands, chest heaving. “Fuck, he's covered.” I mutter, staring at Evan now. Holy shit! We actually got him. This is going to keep me happy for weeks. The warehouse erupts—Cheers bounce off the shelves. Whistles cut through the noise. Somebody starts clapping like this is the greatest thing they've seen all week.

Just purpose. **The End.**

They'd just take up space. The End

It isn't the end, but at least we get a fresh start. **** THE EnD!!!

"I don't want anyone to hear us celebrating." THE END

I don't need to. Everything I need is right beside me. ***The End***