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"Good morning class. We have a new student amongst us today. Can you please stand and introduce yourself?" I confidently stand up from my seat beside Thea. "Hello everyone. I'm Onda. Onda Silver Thorne." "Talk about weird names." A male voice behind me says causing some people to snicker. I ignore him and continue. “I’m 17 years old and I’m from…” I can’t say Zorah now can I? Say Australia. "Australia?" That came out more as a question. "Where in Australia?" The teacher asks. Katherine. "Katherine?" That also came out as a question.

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Caleb and Austin glance at each other, a shadow of doubt replaced by grim understanding. “How did you do that?” I ask, feeling something more lies beneath their readiness. Oliver exchanges a look with his brothers, then nods. “We’re hybrids,” he reveals, voice firm. “Half-warlock, half-wolf. We don’t use our powers often—don’t want to stand out. But if Teodora’s using blood spells, something serious is going on.”

I mumbled. “Huh? Did you see him already?” Seb looked around. “No, that is his car,” I pointed at the car in front of us. “You recognize the car? You said it the first time you would be seeing each other after he traveled, how did you know?” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “The alphabet on the plate number,” I smiled. “Alphabets? Is it a special one or something?” Seb asked. “Yeah, the Dawsons are crazy over something, like that, they have a customized alphabet for their plate number,” I disclosed.

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Elliot I watch him walk away, feeling oddly… disappointed. It’s strange, but part of me had wanted him to stick around a little longer, even if he clearly had better things to do. He seemed grounded in a way I rarely see in the people I usually spend time with. There was a simplicity to him, a clarity. He looked at me like he could see through all the layers of privilege and expectation that surround me, and it was both unsettling and comforting at the same time.

Then let's finish this. The following hour was spent browsing through the contents of the flash disc. Lucas went ahead and opened his laptop and inserted it and a list of folders appeared on the screen. All of them were numbered by dates and code names. There were recordings of transactions, photos and videos, as well as, scanned documents that I felt like twisting my stomach in.

Amusement was dancing on their faces. "Good. Not that it was of any problem. We could have shared. Anyways, we are 1...2...3" I pointed at everyone and counted, "...9 no sorry 10 people. I almost forgot you Ronny" he gave the most hilarious fake smile. "That reminds me actually, Grandma had a Jeep Cherokee SUV with her and its registered on my named so we got an extra vehicle. Looks like we are all good to go" I finished by clapping my hands together.

he chuckled. "I am intelligent, considered a genius by some but I have my flaws, I hardly remember numbers that is more than 7 digits, I lack sense of direction. I am the only son" I feel like he is not going deep, there is something stopping him from being open to me "Is that all?"