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All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .

A helicopter buzzed overhead, the searchlight crawling over the creek bed, and off in the distance, Halley could hear hounds as dozens of flashlights searched for Halley. “Miss Monroe, we’re going to have to take you down to the sheriff’s station to get a report, but you’re not in any trouble. I have the evidence and enough witness statements to let me know what this Halley Night girl was up to. I don’t understand what would make a girl….” He stopped himself. “At any rate, your dad can come with you, and we’ll get this over as soon as we can, okay?”

, added Jackson . "To do what huh? Monster hunting ." asked Sheldon . "Or you wanna be eaten by a wolf ." added Cynthia . "No to find the lake ." answered back Jackson . "The lake doesn't exist Jackson ." snapped Sheldon . "But she saw something right maybe it wasn't a lake but something else .We need to discover it ." answered back Jackson . "You got a point . I too think we should go ." said Davina . "Are you up Cynthia ?" , asked Jackson . "Well I din't wanna be eaten by a wolf again , i survived last time there is no surity if i would survive again ." said Cynthia .

"Please, Dad, we have to do what they say. I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore either." "Mr. James, the school owner, has the best place for all the monsters in school," Jackson said despite the stuttering tone. "We will assure you that your son will be in good hands. But can we ask you how you turned into a monster?" The Leviathan hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between us. My wolf could see the indecision in his eyes, the battle raging within him.

Jake turned and dashed towards the column closest to him, with the monster taking one huge leap and flew over him before landing in front of him. He resorted to throwing books at the monster by grabbing a big dictionary and hurling it-like that would work! The monster ripped the book into shreds and squealed before charging. Jake had a close call when the monster got him by the shoulders after leaping towards him, tearing his sweater and almost getting his skin. He jabbed the monster with the mystical book, sending it falling over to the other side behind him and Jake also fell. The monster was squealing way louder this time and it looked like the book had actually hurt it.

“He came here a few nights ago and told me he saw a monster here.” Monster? “There is no monster here,” Halsey assures her. “I’ve been coming to this trench for years and I never saw any. It’s safe.” Jo pouts. She was hoping to meet the monster and tell her to stop scaring her dad. She even had a small stick with her to fight the monster if needed. But she’s glad she found the pretty lady instead. “You’re pretty!” She blurts out, making Halsey blush and laugh. “I think you’re prettier!” Halsey snickers. Jo also blushes hard, lowering her face to hide her embarrassment.

Noa clung to it like it was the only real thing left. “You once told me monsters can love too,” Noa whispered. “But you didn’t say what happens when the people you love are the monsters.” Alessio didn’t answer. He just let his hand trail down Noa’s spine, a gentle possessive stroke. “We become the ones worth loving anyway.”

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

The way I usually do things. It was unconscious and uncontrollable. She was appetizing, which made my plan difficult. I didn’t think I was going to want her this much. I didn’t think I was going to feel a different emotion other than hate for the enemy. And want was the most dangerous thing a monster like me could feel for a her kind. —-Lydia’s POV—— He shouldn't be in my head. But he is. Like smoke clinging to the lungs, like old blood under fingernails, no matter how many times I try to wash my thoughts clean, he’s still there.

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]