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It took me a moment to understand what Emily was saying, and the second I realized what it meant, Ghost grabbed control, extended his claws, and ripped Michael's throat out. If only we knew that this action was the beginning of uncovering more decay in the pack. ****

Should it be Lucas who looked like he could snap my neck or Eric who I had used? Getting back to my room, I saw Hayley with that book again, it was as if she was obsessed with it. Seeing me, she immediately closed it. The bold words ‘Initium omnia’ stared back at me. Lucas had said it meant “‘beginning of all”. The heavy leather binding book seemed to pulse with hidden energy, as if alive. Hayley got a call, leaving the room. Seizing my opportunity, I opened the book. The first word I saw was “vampires.” “Vampires?! I whispered, shocked. The book talked about vampires and other creatures I never knew about. Then I spotted a drawing, it was a fox with nine nails. Before I could read one more

I walked with Michael on my side without uttering a word. I wonder how was he feeling? Falcon's death shook me but Michael and Falcon were closer than I was, and it must be hard for him to digest the bitter truth. The truth of his death. I spend almost most of the day in the library searching for answers and digging into the depths of secrecy. The werewolves. The vampires. The Hybrid. But no witch. Not a single book was about witches and there were very few things I was able to fetch from those books while on the other hand, those few things were quite disturbing.

i fear for the worst i am in a room of endless empty offices light fixtures ticked on and off like christmas lights in the summer i ran and ran but the hallways did not stop an endless vignette of darkness swallowed me they’re out to get me a monster is right around the corner it is silent yet it prowls it is here and yet it is not here it is out of sight, not out of mind have to kill it before it kills me or i descend to the furthest depths of hell and burn for all of eternity Mickey blew out like a fuse box and passed out on his desk. He’d be sleeping peacefully again. For now.

She coughs, quite indiscreetly, and says, ”Excuse me, have to tinkle. I resist the urge to roll my eyes, and ask, “What’s up, Michael?” “Well, I was just wondering, if you weren’t doing anything for Halloween next Saturday, if you might want to have dinner and go to a movie or something. With me. If you want to, of course.”

He watched me all the time, as if he thought I would run away the second he closed his eyes. It was good that there was now a big space between us. The idea that he could never touch me again was the only thing that kept me from going crazy. I felt almost light and free for a short time. But that feeling didn't last. The next afternoon, Michael told me to meet him in the library. The room was dark. It was full of tall shelves with books that looked like nobody ever read them. It smelled like old leather and dust. Two men were already waiting by the big fireplace. They looked exactly the same. They were the same height and built like hard rocks. They had twin faces, handsome but scary. They w

Harlow couldn't help the laughter that broke the intense silence that sliced the air. Harlow thought it was over, and they were finished, but Michael carried her away from the door and onto the cold wooden floor. He straddled her once more, plugging into her. Next to her head, he had flattened his hand, and the next thing she heard was his claws growing as he dragged them through the wooden floors, and when she turned to glance at him above her, his eyes were deadly, bloodthirsty. The same eyes she had seen when he was about to murder her mother. Harlow watched as he held back something, the beast that wanted to surface. Michael struggled to keep control, and that's when she realised if they

“I swear something touched me. Right here. Right on the butt.” Michael, sounding too tired for this, says, “That was me pulling you forward before you walked into a spiderweb.” “I’d rather walk into a spiderweb than stay one more minute in this haunted place,” Lenny whines, practically skipping down two steps at a time. “That book screamed at me.” “It didn’t scream,” Sonia calls from the middle of the group. “It whispered.” “Even worse!” Lenny shrieks like the drama student he never got to be.

My eyes lit up in horror. "Please, your highness I am innocent. I didn’t do it; I have been set up,” I said as tears fell from my eyes. How could I want to kill Michael when he was just about the only friend that I had? Someone was behind this. "Innocent?—he brought something out of a book—then explain this?” He asked me. I stared at the book like I was some idiot until I recognized it as the book I had gifted Michael. I was taking longer to speak, and that book was brought to me.

Anxious as they were, they tried their best to maintain their composure just to leave a good impression on my foster siblings. Raymond and Donald exchanged a glance and sneered with disdain. In their minds, I was just an orphan. Where would I suddenly get parents from? Raymond waved his hand in disgust to chase them away. "Get lost, you scammers. Can't even give it a rest on Halloween! Don't delay us. “We are going out to buy our sister a gift and celebrating the holiday!" Just as they were about to slam the door, a large hand grabbed the door panel, holding it open with an astonishing amount of force.