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Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

The contents of the pen drive Brody showed me and the notebook made up the full truth of what I had gone through over the past two years. [Brody said that this is the 80th week since I got transient global amnesia, and this is the hell he’s made for me. [Someone, please save me…] Every page contained a desperate cry for help, but no one could answer it. Even if I did not have my passport, I could still leave this place first. So, I approached the door with only the clothes on my back. But when I grabbed the door knob, I could not open it, even though I had just opened the door yesterday when a package arrived.

I examined the showers trying to decide which one to pick when I noticed two girls at a basin glancing at me and saying something. I ignored them and entered the third stall, it was relatively large. I hung my towel and turned on the shower, as the water hit my skin I hissed. It was cold. I hurriedly took my bath, I didn't want to be late for dinner on my first day. “Hi, I couldn't help but notice you're new” A girl said and I screamed. She was hanging on the door and poked her head inside. “Calm down, I'm a girl too” she rolled her eyes and smiled at me.

When the man looked up, my heart didn't even skip a beat. It was Damian. He was a skeleton of a man. His suit was a tattered rag, caked in mud and dried blood. One of his eyes was clouded and scarred, and his face was a roadmap of trauma. The pride of the Moretti heir had been hollowed out; he looked like a beggar who had been living in the gutters. "Selena!" he cried, struggling against the guards. They let him go, and he collapsed at the base of the steps, crawling toward me.

Kian’s eyes were red as he stared me down. “Four years. You’re actually alive?” His eyes raked over my faded linen dress. They landed on my mud-caked boots. Disgust twisted his features. “Why the hell are you dressed like this?” he blurted out. That sentence, that look of entitled disgust, threw me right back to that freezing night four years ago. The Crescent Moon pack was about to hold its “Beta Elite Trials.” To get him a nomination, I stood outside the camp for a whole night in forty-below weather. My legs nearly froze solid.

Andy seems scandalized by the line of questioning, but it does nothing to unfaze the blond. Millan keeps a straight face. “Fourteen, yeah.” Millan still can’t talk about that day without flashbacks. It’s getting harder to swallow his pasta as he tries to school his expression. “So you’ve just been going through pack territories ever since?” “Yeah.” “You must have seen a lot of them. How many?” Millan shrugs. How is that relevant? Is he saying too much if he answers that? What is Amir’s endgame? “A lot.” “How many is that?”

~BELLUS POV~ The feeling of being alone and unwanted. Why am I living? What I am living for? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's been 2 days since I got discharged at the hospital and I am doing great, although the bickering and teasing with Pawell and Keith seems fun, it was kind of boring these days, plus the weather was still cold. It was almost my birthday and I can guess that it would turn out to be an ordinary day, maybe my parents would just send me some gifts like before.

My family believed in democracy. Every decision was settled by a family vote. Dad, Mom, my brother Dylan Conley, and my sister Tessa Conley each got one vote. So did I. The problem was, four against one meant I never won. During my junior year of high school, my brother wanted a new computer. The vote was four to one. The money I'd saved for three years of tutoring was gone. In senior year, when it was time to submit college applications, I earned early admission to Northbridge University, but Tessa cried and said she couldn't stand the thought of me moving so far away. So the family held another vote. Dad pinned my application form beneath his hand. "Majority rules. You're going to

“Now that you’ve heard that, can you sit down and let’s enjoy our meal? “ Alpha Theo joked, pulling out the chair for me to sit down. I stared at the variety of foods available, and I didn’t even know where to start. I already lost my appetite due to excitement. I would have left the meal, but I didn’t want to waste any of their efforts. It seemed like they set up the tables themselves. “Thank you, both of you. This is the best.” I muttered once I was done with my meal. “Anything for you.” They chorused. If I had the chance to start a family with both of them, I would never mess it up. I would treat them exactly how they deserved to be treated. They were caring and affectionate, which in no