Now You See Me The Second Act Novels & Stories

I was completely paralyzed as my poor brain attempted to perform some rapid calculations. ‘Oh no, brain! Don't pass out on me at this crucial moment! I am in desperate need of you!’ I was familiar with that voice; but, I couldn't place it for the life of me! I can't say for sure “Golder?” I turned around very slowly, and all that I could see of the man was his silhouette. When I was at that point, it dawned on me. But before I spoke, the spotlight shone, and sure, I was right (although not in the strictest sense)

Harrow: “The girl’s pregnant, isn’t she? I’ll be seeing you both soon. Very soon. And this time… the audience won’t look away.” The tape clicked to a stop. And from downstairs A window shattered. Not one of them moved. Because the performance had begun again. And Harrow was directing the next act.

“It was a rebellion.” I shook my head. “I didn’t choose this.” “But you changed it,” he insisted. “Every move you made every time you protected your family, outsmarted Richard, chose me you broke their projections.” I swallowed hard. “And the cost?” Alex hesitated. My heart sank. “Alex.” “They’re activating Phase Two.” The words felt heavier than any weapon. “What does that mean?” “It means they’re done observing,” he said quietly. “They’re intervening.” A sharp knock echoed through the room, making me flinch.

Cameron whispered, “Brandon… look.” One screen was different. It showed a countdown. 00:27 00:26 00:25 Another timer. And below it? A label. PHASE TWO STARTING. Cameron grabbed my hand. “Bran… what the hell is Phase Two?” I stared at the screens. At the countdown. At the hallway we just escaped. And I had no answer at all.

As we walk through the crowd, I hear people murmuring about how beautiful I look, how handsome Cathal looks, and how excited they are to have a Luna again. By the time I get to the stage and Cathal hands me to his dad, my nerves have settled and I’m ready. I nod at Sergi and Nico, who are both also on the stage, along with Nico’s mate, Katya. Dimitri walks me to the front of the stage where the table is set up iwth everything we need for me to take my place as Luna. “My pack members, as you know, I found my second chance mate, Ayda. She is my love, my son’s mother, and now, she will become your Luna.”

His eyes are solely on me like I'm the reason behind this trauma. "When his eyes landed on you while he was giving a speech in the conference Hall, directly looking at you, like no one was in the room, I confirmed that it's you, because of you he changed his mind." I tensed a bit but maintained a straight face to show him I'm not offended by his words. Why is he telling me all of the sudden?

I close my eyes , and I see all our memories play before my eyes. I feel my chest cave in as I feel the pain penetrate my heart. I see all the memories , from the day I had first saw him till the last time I saw him drive off. I feel my tears run down my face , though the water is scorching – my tears seem to leave a burn behind that makes the water seem ice cold. Too add salt to the wound , “Habits” start to play – which makes my entire surface , my entire put together self breakdown to nothing but pieces of brokenness.

The Sasha who lived for his approval was no more. I met his gaze, my eyes reflecting no hate or longing. All that was left was the quiet peace of the dust settling. “I hope you find happiness.” Before Allen could say anything more, I turned away to walk out of the tent. The blizzard outside rushed in, sweeping along the North’s untamed liberty. Without hesitation, I stepped into the solid and wide realm that belonged to Alison.

I was just about to back out, when someone inside spotted me and called out, "Yo, Lewis! What, are you so sad that you can't take a step inside?" Once he spoke, I had no choice but to enter. When I looked at Stewart, he was glaring at me with resentment written all over his face. Evie, on the other hand, didn't say a word. My entrance naturally cut the commotion short. Evie plopped down on the sofa, squinting at the manicure on her hand, while I casually found a seat and sat down. Everything that unfolded, unsurprisingly, was going to revolve entirely around the three of us.

--- Then, on the fifteenth day, something changed. I was outside the pack house, on a wooden stool while I scrubbed at the massive glass windows. The midday sun burned against my skin, but I didn't lift my head, focused on my work. That was when I felt it. A presence. Dark. Foreboding. My wolf stirred uneasily within me, and my heartbeat started racing before I even turned. I turned my neck slowly, facing the front l of the pack house. And that was when I saw him.