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"Mr. Johnson, Ms. Stewart, the camera Ms.Stone used was a specialized scientific model. All the footage it recorded was encrypted and uploaded in real time, with automatic cloud backup." He pressed play, and the sounds of my desperate pleas for mercy and their vicious mockery played in the speakers: "Ding ding ding! You got it right, so your prize is to have the chance to use your life to win me a research slot! "Only one life in exchange for my bright future! Isn't that sooo worth it?" Luna's face went pale, drained of all color as she started trembling. Meanwhile, Zachary stared straight at the screen, his eyes widening with fear. "I-Impossible…"

"Because you were about to lock it in. Marry her. Make it permanent. I waited. I gave you time to see it yourself. You used every second to build your clean little life on top of his body and I just kept watching you do it." "If he's really gone," Jose started, "then why dig all this up now, why make me—" "He's not gone." Rainer's voice cracked on the last word like something breaking under too much weight. He looked away. Looked back. "I dug the grave last week. It's empty, Jose. He's been hiding. He's scared. And he hates us both for letting it get that far. For letting her get that close to finishing it."

Half-buried in weeds. I turned, walked back to the car, and popped the trunk. A sledgehammer sat inside. Gift from a renovation company. Ribbon still tied on. Bright. Almost a joke. I grabbed it, walked back, and stopped in front of the headstone. Taking a breath, I tightened my grip around the cold metal. Then I swung. All in. Smashed it down. Crash. The sound ripped through the empty grounds. Bang. Again. And again. Until it was nothing but broken rubble.

Like we were under a thousand invisible eyes. “There’s something wrong here,” Sophia murmured once. Eden just nodded. “We’re being observed. But not followed.” That didn’t make me feel better. We reached the graveyard just as the violet moon broke through the mist. It was massive. It stretched in every direction. There were dark tombstones with glowing runes, crumbling statues of old wolf-headed warriors. I saw bones bleached white by time and scattered across the earth like the Dead had been clawing their way out. The place reeked of sacredness.

My heart began to beat faster as I walked past the sea of graves I usually hate. I reached the sharp corner of the direction leading to my father’s grave. My heart skipped a bit as I locked eyes on my father’s grave. The gravedigger was seated on it with his legs spread wide apart in the air. He was naked. Completely naked. His mouth fell open as he locked his eyes with mine. I swallowed hard before my eyes trailed below. His index finger was sliding in and out of his pinkish goddamn hole. My cock throbbed.

"Today, I figured out the guard rotation for the VIP suites." "The Abyss isn't a playground. It's a mass grave for the wretched." The camera cut to me sitting by the body disposal pit behind The Abyss. There were so many boys thrown in here just like me. I paused, giving the camera a pale, exhausted smile. "Hey, Vivienne. Long time no see." "I don't know if I'll be dead by the time you see this." "But... I hope even if I die, my body won't be left here to rot in the mud like the rest of them."

CHAPTER NINETEEN 1 THE FOLLOWING DAY The Rock River Guardian carried a story about the newest plague pit found near town, and how the grisly remains of twenty-four hapless souls had been pulled from the mass grave so far. There was no mention of Henry Putnam’s inexplicable rebirth last night, of course, just a short paragraph regarding the family’s tragic carbon monoxide deaths.

There was no gate or barrier, just some slate steps leading up to a raised area covered in graves that stretched out over an acre and a half. They pulled their gear from the van and Michael led the way, waving about a flickering flashlight. It was a cold and biting night with a hint of icy rain on the wind. Typical late autumn in New York. The graves were old, low, and faded. Most were so weather beaten that their epitaphs had nearly eroded away. Many had been knocked over and broken in several pieces. Anarchy signs and swastikas were liberally spray painted about. A few beer cans and plastic six-pack rings spouted up here and there. Several graves looked like they’d been dug up as well, or

The cemetery held such a powerful mix of emotions—energy, sadness, and heaviness—that left me in awe. I moved the light over the area, revealing a towering tomb that dominated the back right corner. The moonlight cast eerie shadows, adding to the mystique. It was exactly where the star on the map had indicated. The name Gomez was carved into the highest point of the mausoleum in a font reminiscent of Old English. A small plaque on the side of the structure, covered in mineral buildup from years of weathering, displayed six names with middle initials.

"The forbidden river. It's still boiling. The water hasn't stopped. And the moon. Even though it's daytime. You can still see it in the sky. Still red." My blood goes cold. "That's impossible," Margaret says. "The moon can't be visible during the day." "It is," the scout insists. "Everyone can see it. The whole pack is panicking." "Anything else?" Dante asks. His voice is deadly quiet. The scout hesitates. Then whispers, "The graveyard. Something's happening in the graveyard." "What do you mean?" I ask before I can stop myself. The scout looks at me. His face is white with fear. "The dead are moving, we can hear scratching from inside the graves. Like something's trying to get out."