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“Momo is the best. Let’s go upstairs. Mommy will make you yummy dinner tonight, alright?” Chris pulled on her hand and said, “No, Mommy, we can’t go up. Auntie McKenzie is home.” Charmine frowned. “Auntie McKenzie?” “Yeah, an auntie named McKenzie Houston. She’s with Daddy,” answered Chris. There it was, a strange pang in her heart. So McKenzie came by, and she was with Anthony? Anthony let Chris wait for her down here in the garage while he spent alone time with McKenzie at home?

Ana and Kenny are from the same pack, and we picked up Mak along the way. Makawee is my other roommate, and is off on a scouting mission. She is a little weird and awkward, and we love her for it. She doesn't look like a scout, she looks more like she would fit in behind a computer working on something brainy but cool. She can also move so silently that she sneaks up on me all of the time and loves to jump scare us. My wolf, Sel, loves it and never tips me off when Mak is making her sneak attacks. Mak has different colors in her hair every month, and is covered in piercings and tattoos. While Ana is beautiful in a feminine way, Mak has more of the dark alternative beauty that turns heads.

“That would be a disaster.” The table went silent for a beat. Everyone knew that name. Marcus Winter—cold, ruthless, infamous. Secretaries still whispered about him years later. “Maybe Mackenzie knows,” Amy said suddenly, her eyes locking on her. “She’s his new secretary, after all.” Mackenzie’s breath hitched. The question lodged in her mind. The chicken in her mouth turned dry as ash. She forced herself to swallow, but it felt stuck halfway down. Grabbing her glass, she gulped water, coughing into her hand.

Mackenzie replies with a mischievous tone in her voice, and I can't help but feel excited about her plan. I hop into my car and drive to the address Mackenzie gave me. As soon as I pull up to her driveway, she rushes out of her house, and we speed off. "So, Mac, where are we headed?" I inquire. Mackenzie guides me to the spot where the boys usually gather, and true to her word, they are there, completely unaware of our presence. Without hesitation, Mackenzie and I sneak over to where they've left their surfboards leaning against a wall and swiftly snatch them. We bring the boards back to my car, apply super glue to the seats, and return them to their original spot. Then, we retreat to my car

And yet, I knew that deep inside, she was still hoping that her father got to know the real her and that he would love her without trying to change her. When I saw her at the bar drinking alone, I actually felt bad for her. She should have somebody to talk to. She should know that she could trust someone. I doubted that Jennifer Gracie was really her friend. After all, what kind of best friend tells other people your deepest, darkest thoughts and secrets? Mackenzie was so used to not trusting anyone that she kept everything in. She appeared to be tough and carefree, when inside I knew she was breaking. She needed somebody to take care of her; she needed somebody to trust.

Makaila resisted the underlying urge to scoff. "Hey, don't question the wisdom of God. My Abuelita said it's blasphemy." Tyler replied. Tyler was the least smartest among the entire group but he was the one who made my life a living hell the most. "...still doesn't hide the fact that she's such a freak. I just enjoy making her suffer." She heard Tyler complete his statement. "You guys should lay off. She hasn't done anything to you, has she?" The voice was foreign but Makaila knew it's owner. He was one Jock that didn't bully her. One person in the whole school that didn't judge her.

Surprised,Dinny couldn't even give a reply,her sister continued talking. "She has always envied you!That girl wants whatever you have.What kind of person betrays their friend like that."Dinny guessing what video her sister is referring to,finally responded."Maki,I'm so lost.my f******k account was hacked so I haven't got time to create a new f******k account.What video are you talking about?"

She made things worse for herself when she called me a bumpkin in front of them. At that word, Marcus was full-on raging. He stepped down on Mackanzie even more forcefully. "You're the stray with unknown origins, Mackenzie! How dare you call her a bumpkin?" he growled. Suddenly, Marcus bent down and snatched the phone Mackenzie was clutching. He remembered that she had several close girlfriends to whom she confided everything. As he pried her fingers open one by one, her face turned deathly pale. Using her fingerprint, he unlocked the phone and quickly opened her messaging app.

“Everyone does. You should loosen up and try some games.” “I just think it’s not that popular,” I pointed out. “It is a well known game,” Mackenzie told me gently. “See, I told you,” Marcus said triumphantly. He was smiling now, just like a little boy. I used to like that. Even now I felt a tingle in my heart. I hit my chest instantly as if it would help reset it. “I used to play the game when I was in high school,” Mackenzie continued saying. “It has been around for what? Eight, ten years.”

And this person actually came alone. How could this be possible? Even the most powerful wouldn't dare enter a tomb by themselves. "Who am I? Well, let me introduce myself. I'm Mackenzie. Or in your terms, I'm an S-tier Malevolent Phantom." What? Felix and Kenneth gasped. Looking at the twin sisters who were nearly in tears, it made sense why they were instantly immobilized—this was the work of an S-tier Malevolent Phantom. But why would an S-tier Malevolent Phantom be in this tomb? It was beyond comprehension.