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I couldn’t look at him directly, “I was wondering if I can borrow some money.” “Money? Why exactly?” “It’s just.” I scratched the back of my neck, “Recently we were attacked by rogues and robbed…” “...” He didn’t answer and thought about, “By rogues?” He had found the answer, “If your pack is getting attacked that easily must mean you’re from a very poor pack.” His words held no mercy. “Yes…” “And you want to ‘borrow’ money? Big words coming from someone who can probably never pay me back.”

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

Not the soft kind that whispers against rooftops—this was the kind that slammed the pavement like bullets, fat and cold, like the sky was mourning the bodies it hadn’t dropped yet. I stepped out of the car the second we hit the gravel at Dock Nine. My boots sank into the mud, steam curling from the heat of the explosion still licking the air. Sirens wailed in the distance—late, as always. South Port’s law enforcement didn’t show unless they were paid to. And I sure as hell didn’t pay them. Andrew moved beside me, quick and sharp like a shadow that breathed. He was already barking orders into his comm, eyes scanning every crate, every broken lamplight, every trembling silhouette trying to pre

My knees gave way immediately. The sight of blood on the road made my stomach churn, but nothing came up. I curled into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest. What had I just done? Blood streamed down the tarred road, staining it a deep, horrifying red. I felt Noah crouch down beside me. His fingers brushed my hair, pushing it away from my face. I flinched at his touch, and suddenly, I wasn’t on the road anymore. I was back in the dark basement. The place where Noah used to punish me.

The exhaustion of the long journey was already weighing on her, and her wolf whimpered in frustration. They had risked so much, crossed a raging creek, walked a path no wolf dared tread, seen strange creatures, and now nothing? Mitch stepped back. His eyes scanned the area, sharp and calculating. “We won’t force it. We wait here. If he lives here, he’ll return.” They found a boulder near the hut, big enough to sit on. Dropping their packs, they settled there. Every few minutes Mitch would rise, knock on the door again, and return with the same result.

The candles flickered, casting shadows that reached like arms. Outside, the fog had returned. It crept under the cracks in the Bone House walls, quiet and slow. Underneath their boots, the floorboards trembled. Just once. A heartbeat in the bones. And they all knew: the dreams were only the beginning. Something old had noticed them. And it had started to listen.

She cut herself and held out her hand in the air, so the blood dropped into the sacred bowl. " Hold your hands together so the cuts meet," he said. I turned and faced her, her pretty face was a charm on its own and I found myself struggling to concentrate. I stretched out my hands to her, she did the same and placed her cut palm on mine. A spark was felt and I knew she felt it as well. The fire began to burn so well. Our wolves began to collide and I was struggling to breathe. It seemed the two wolves were trying to become one and we were the ones being affected by it.