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Tyler asked curiously and Rebecca swallowed hard. She only wanted to ask him for his blood and see if it'll bring her memories back faster but it seems she had ended up exposing herself. She couldn't let him know her real identity and she couldn't possibly say she had been to to human world, he wouldn't believe her at all since she's been with him all these while and even before she got to know him, she's been with Carol. “Rebecca, why aren't you saying anything?” He asked again. “I..it doesn't matter where I got the book from. I just wanted to confirm if it's true.” She said and Tyler stared at her for a few seconds before nodding.

The symbols of the Erased were everywhere around us as we entered the ravine. This place felt wrong.Not dangerous, not exactly. Just wrong. As if we had entered a world that forgot how to be alive. Rebecca was a few steps ahead of me. Her back was straight. Her head was held high. At first glance, she seemed to be made of steel. Strong. Confident. Unyielding. But I could see through that facade. I noticed the way her hands shook when she was sure no one was watching. And I watched the way her eyes wandered to the mist behind us from time to time.

"He cannot leave this world if he knows you are in it. The bond will not allow him to step into the dark without you, but his mind is stubborn, and his grief is a fortress. You have to help him remember, Rebecca. Through these journals, through your sketches, through whatever it takes... you have to convince the Master that there is a future worth living for." Rebecca sat in the dim, candlelit silence of the grand library, the weight of a forgotten lifetime settling squarely onto her shoulders. She looked at the charcoal pencil in her hand, then toward the heavy doors. She had come to the old country to be a simple scribe, but she was realizing with a terrifying certainty that she was the au

"Gama... she's the key to everything. I have to make sure that she stays on my side, or at the very least, doesn't suspect anything." Rebecca's mind kept spinning, looking for ways to manipulate the situation back in her favor. "If necessary, I will use everything at my disposal to ensure that my plan goes smoothly. They won't know what hit them until it's too late." With determination, Rebecca closed her notebook and hid it in the drawer. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before rejoining the family in the dining room. Outside the room, the atmosphere was still full of cheerfulness. Clarissa, Sierra, Gama, and the others seemed to enjoy their moment together. Rebecca smile

As she scrolled down, she saw a comment. [There are only two people who fit the criteria of the president according to the description. One is Abigail Grace and Rebecca Tylor.] the comment said. And this comment gave and idea to all their problems. Rebecca… Yes! Rebecca is the answer for everything. —--------- Author’s notes: Why do you think Rebecca is the answer for their problems? If she is why? Let me know your thoughts in comments!

Fiona’s kind of venom didn’t die that easily. Silence stretched for a moment, broken only by the ticking of the old clock on the mantel. Rebecca squeezed her knees tighter, her body trembling. She wanted to scream, to stand up and shout that none of this was fair, that she had no control. But her throat locked. She stayed curled in the shadows, invisible, clinging to the hope that Ryan’s words weren’t what they seemed. Footsteps creaked. Slow, measured, deliberate. Rebecca’s breath hitched. Someone was moving at the porch.

Tomorrow, he would find out he had thrown away a diamond, and I was coming to crush him. My phone rang again. It was a restricted number. I answered. "Rebecca," a deep, dangerous voice said. It wasn't Silas. It was his biggest rival. "I heard you’re finally single. Ready to make him regret every breath he takes?"

Rebecca replied, her eyes scanning the pages of the book she held in her hand. Arnold’s eyes narrowed, “Mind telling me what that means?” He queried. Rebecca shut the book closed, looking unsatisfied with its contents. Taking a deep breath, she deliberately placed the book back into the shelf she was standing beside.“By not bad, I mean it's being handled,” she said. Arnold ran his hand through his silver hair, “Rebecca. How exactly?” His impatience grew.

Rebecca appeared, a smirk on her face. "Welcome back," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "I see you're feeling a bit under the weather." I tried to speak, but my voice was hoarse and barely audible. Rebecca laughed. "Don't try to talk," she said. "You won't be needing your voice for much longer." I tried to struggle, but my body felt heavy and unresponsive. Rebecca had clearly given me some sort of sedative. As I lay there, helpless, Rebecca began to monologue. She told me about her plan to take over the pack, to rule with an iron fist.

"How to be the best hunter you can be" was the first words Rebecca read in that booklet and she felt hooked to it instantly. "Its not about who you are, your gender, where you came from, everyone in the world is unique therefore evey passing hunter or huntress will bare his or her own unique traits, making you dangerous in your own right" Rebecca thought of her strengths, she's a hybrid right? But she barely knew any of it, focusing most of her life to be a human she never learned to be what she really is.