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A child’s scrawl, but unmistakably Auren’s. It showed the three of us: Draven, me, and Auren, holding hands beneath a crescent moon. We all wore silly crowns. Underneath in crooked letters: “My forever pack.” “He left it on my desk,” Draven said quietly. “And I realized… I don’t want tomorrow to be the only thing we remember. The pressure. The title. The weight. I want this, too. This moment. I want it with you.” The wind rustled through the leaves. I stared at the drawing again, my heart swelling with so much emotion it hurt.

"What right do you have to take something that belongs to me without asking, Noel Chilton? How dare you destroy it, Sophie Taylor! Don't you know the meaning of respect?!" Noel's good mood was destroyed when he saw Stella break down because of the ring. His tone was filled with annoyance. "You were going to give me the ring anyway. Why are you making a fuss over it? "By the way, I've decided not to hold a wedding. It's pointless for you to design a wedding ring. Stop wasting your time." Stella clenched her fists at his nonchalant arrogance. She emphasized once more, "That wedding ring wasn't meant for you, Noel Chilton!"

Meanwhile, at this time, Venus and Leon were still staring at Alan and Valerie. "Are you starting to regret rejecting an alpha?" Asked Leon, who was still embracing Venus' body. "I regret not doing this earlier," replied Venus while tightly gripping the knife in her hand. "Good. Now you better concentrate on burying Aurel first," said Leon as he brought Venus' body around, looking back at the fake Aurel coffin. Venus gave a small nod and then walked slowly back towards the fake Aurel coffin. Meanwhile, Leon was currently staring intently to his left and right, signaling for everyone in the room to sit back down.

As the familiar prompt sounded again and again, my heart sank little by little. The music festival was probably at its climax, and deafening cheers could be heard inside the venue. The bass vibrations could be felt even from behind the fence, which made the ground tremble. The atmosphere inside the venue infected the spectators outside who had no tickets. Everyone waved their glow sticks and screamed along. I was the only one standing there, clutching my phone, feeling out of place. Glancing at the 27 missed calls I had made on my phone screen, I suddenly realized that whether or not he came did not seem so important anymore.

Julian said, staring at the grainy image. "It's a start." Damian zoomed in. "He has a tattoo. On his right hand. Between his thumb and index finger." "What kind of tattoo?" "A symbol. Looks like a snake wrapped around a dagger." I knew that symbol. I had seen it before. On Victor's desk. On the ring he wore. On the letter he had sent Julian from prison. "The Snake and Dagger," I said. "It's Victor's private symbol. Only his inner circle wears it."

"You idiots! Welcome to the world of HIV. You deserve this. Weren't we the most united, caring, and loving class? Since you all adored me so much, you should've been ready to die with me! "What fun would it be if I were the only one infected? I want every single one of you to go down with me. Let's all go to hell together!" Neil's laughter echoed even as they continued to beat him up. The gentle expression he once wore was now replaced with pure malice and insanity. There was no fear in his eyes, for he knew that nothing would change, no matter how badly they beat him up. What had happened couldn't be undone. There was no reversing the fact that everyone was now infected.

She lowered her voice even more, "how my pictures ended up on it. I’m… very confused." Caleb took a small breath. "I’m even more confused than you, Miss Mia," he said. "But that doesn’t change the fact that I’ve lost the trust of several clients. Worse still, the company’s image has taken a hit. Who knows what they’ll say about us now? Honestly… I’m really disappointed." "Sir, you have to believe me!" she said quickly. "Why would I even be carrying a drive full of my own pictures? Sir… I think someone is trying to ruin me. I—"