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Calvin's grip on my hand vanished instantly. I did not even want to spare them a second glance, so I turned and walked away. I could feel the sting of Rebecca's glare on my back. Soon enough, their laughter was a mere echo behind me. … The next morning, I grabbed my bags, ready to hit the road. However, the moment I stepped outside, the world went pitch black, and I was out cold. When I came to, I was tied to a chair.

As we chatted, Thomas came over with a bowl of piping hot special mushroom soup and a few small dishes for me. In the blink of an eye, the butler and the other servants had vanished from sight. He watched me until I had finished everything, then he finally relaxed and leaned back on the sofa. Without any preamble, he asked me, "I've agreed to help you get your revenge on him."

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

Final Scene At the edge of Palermo, the horizon burned silver — an aurora of code shimmering in the sky. Amara stepped out of the car, rain soaking through her black suit. Luca joined her, the two of them staring up at the storm of light, the beginning of something neither could control. “Mateo’s gone,” Luca said softly. “No,” Amara whispered. “He’s just waiting for us to look in the mirror again.” Final Line: “The war wasn’t between enemies anymore — it was between the versions of ourselves we refused to kill.”

She bolted over, calling out, "M-Ms. Brown!" Fidgeting with her clothes, my mother whispered, "Do you remember me? I'm Yocelyn's mother. The corneas—you got them from her..." Amelia just brushed my mother's hand aside and shoved her. My death certificate fluttered to the ground with a soft sound. Without a word, Amelia stomped on it, sneering, "Get lost, you lunatic! I don't know you..." My mother's eyes went wide with shock, and she dove for Amelia's leg, yelling, "Don't touch that!"

The shock of Zero’s statement left me paralyzed, my mind reeling as I stared up at him. "Are you serious?" I finally managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Zero’s sharp blue eyes glinted in the dim light of the alley as he stood to his full height. Without saying a word, he pointed directly at me, a slow and deliberate motion that sent a shiver down my spine. His meaning was clear even before he spoke again, his voice low and unwavering. "I want you, Cassie. Your body. Your loyalty and everything about you that could satisfy me. I want to claim you mine."

Keva- When I woke sometime later, I was chained to a wall in a dank basement that smelled of mold. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit space. When I could see clearly, Ethan and Natalie stood a few feet away, with Natalie tucked under Ethan’s arm. “Where am I?” I groaned as I pulled at the chains that bound my wrists above my head. “It doesn’t matter where you are.” Natalie snorted. “You won’t survive much longer, so why do you care?”

“What?” “Let the memories of these events, cease to even be past tense. Wipe the slate as clean as air, let no recollection haunt them ne'er.” (spell from research) Cruella recited the spell immediately and her hands which were on his head glowed, erasing the memory of what she had said earlier. Sebastian felt disoriented at first as he looked around, trying to recall what just happened but the moment his gaze landed on Cruella's face, he remembered what they were supposed to do. “Go on, you go first.” Sebastian said, and Cruella's eyes widened.

LUNA'S POV He wanted to know if I wanted more. Did I want more? Of course, I wanted more! I opened my mouth to talk but no sound came out. The orgasm I felt was like no other. This wasn't my first time having orgasms but nothing prepared me for the one that assaulted my nerves. My body was still tingling but I wanted to continue. I doubt I would see Asher after this night which was a good thing because I didn't want to be caught up with a man like h-

Gonzalo nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the hearth. "Someone as special as you," he murmured. "And it is yours now." The journal became my refuge, offering glimpses into a world where myths and reality intertwined. Each entry revealed more about werewolves, about the community he belonged to, and their struggles to maintain a balance between two worlds. It was written fiction, but Gonzalo did not know that werewolves were real. Whoever owned this book encountered or spoke with a werewolf. Was it Caleb? Because of the way it was written and the descriptions, it seemed like Caleb.