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Hearing him call me that made Zariah stir and made me melt inside a little. I had done it. I had escaped my ass hole rejected mate and found my second chance mate. I still had a lot to do but I had Amelia, Kyle, Dominic and Emron to help me. I didn't know what would happen but I wasn't completely worried about it and neither was Zariah. I would rescue my pack though from Elstan, I owed them that much. I just hoped it wouldn't be too late. END BOOK ONE

I survived because I found strength in the small things - my grandmother’s quiet hugs, my siblings’ laughter, the way the moonlight filtered through the trees and reminded me that Selene was still watching. I survived because even when I wanted to give up, there was a voice inside me that whispered: Not yet. Not like this. You are more than what he did to you. I am not what he did to me. I am not the silence he forced me to keep. I am not his crime. I am still here, scarred but not broken.

Should have turned around and walked out with whatever dignity I had left. Instead, I heard myself say: “I watched my best friend almost die. Multiple times. She got mixed up with dangerous people, and I watched her fight for her life while I hid. I left everything I knew and moved across the country to start over, and six months later, I still feel like I’m drowning. So yeah, maybe it’s an impulse. But it’s my impulse, and I want something to show that I survived all of that.” Silence filled the shop. Just the music and my ragged breathing.

Charles said. "All glory to God, Dr. Charles. Please don't mention it. So, how have you been?" Pastor Solomon asked. "I am still alive. I am doing my best to survive each day. It is quite tough here, however, don't worry about me, I have decided my future," Dr. Charles replied. "Your future can be Redefined, you never can tell. Besides, God is able to change your future," Pastor Solomon was interrupted.

When the class went out to eat, I always had "something else." Before long, I became the weird guy in class. I didn't care. I just wanted to survive. But the body isn't a machine. When the first winter flu hit, I went down hard. My fever spiked to 104°F. It felt like I had been thrown into a furnace, heat seeping into my bones. I lay on my dorm bed, too weak to even get up and pour a glass of water. My phone buzzed. It was "Mr. Baker," the name I had saved for my father.

“I remember everything. I remember you lying to me the whole time. And I remember… that you don’t love me at all.” I closed my eyes for a moment, suppressing the sting rising behind them. Then, I lifted my head and met her gaze directly, calm and resolute. “That’s right. I have never loved you. I saved you, coaxed you, and called you my wife… all because you’re strong and could keep me alive. In this cannibalistic apocalypse, emotions are the most useless thing. Only self-interest keeps us alive. Now that you remember everything, do whatever you want with me. Kill me if you like.”

Her lower lip was quivering. “Lindsay, you’re not going anywhere,” Brock said calmly. “All the cars have broken down, our cellphones are destroyed, and the landline is dead.” “Yes, dead!” Lindsay yelled. “Every time I turn around, someone is dead. I’m not going to be next!” “Lindsay, calm yourself and see reason,” Lexi said gently. “It’s daybreak. We’ll get dressed and search the garage again. There has to be car parts in there to get a vehicle running.”

I reached out for my pod and stepped in briskly, everything else pausing around me for a brief moment like time slowed, before the laser beam missed my heels by a whiff. Every sound rushed back to me immediately and as my eyes darted around with adrenaline still high in my blood, I realized that I survived yet again. “You don't help people in a place like this.” a deeply irritated voice reprimanded. He didn't even give me a second to breathe. “Mind your business,” I replied, heaving. “Helping gets you killed, are you that slow-headed?” He came again. This time I glared at him, really glared, teeth gnashing. “What is it with you? No one talks to me that way!”

I’d failed. Every day became a careful calculation—how to hide bruises, how to force my healing to work faster before the next moonrise, how to survive just one more night. At twenty, the darkness inside my own mind grew into a forest thicker than any wilderness I had ever run through. Only Mira’s smile kept me from getting lost in it forever. Now, at twenty-two, a shard from Kael’s favorite decanter had torn through my carotid artery. Strangely… the exhaustion was gone.

"Yes, many families were torn apart by the earthquake, but the fact that the three of you survived is nothing short of a miracle. You'll surely be even happier in the future." Another reporter turned to Quintus. "Mr. Ford, you are not only a successful businessman but also an exemplary husband. Do you have any words for your fellow men?" Quintus adjusted his posture, bent down slightly, and gazed at Vanessa with deep affection. Just as he cleared his throat to speak, I pushed through the crowd, gripping something I had prepared earlier. Without hesitation, I strode straight toward him and slapped him across the face. The sound of a sharp, resounding slap echoed as my hand landed on his face.