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"That company is targeting me. Everything in that place is targeting me. I'm not going back tomorrow. If I stay there any longer, I'll die." After calming me down, Adam tried to persuade me, just like he had in my previous life. "How could office equipment target you? Machines aren't alive. There's no such thing as something that evil. You must be stressed from job hunting. "Besides, your company has great benefits. You're making almost 60 thousand dollars a year before benefits, with weekends off and paid leave. "Be good. Give it a few days, and you'll adapt." I shook my head violently. "No. It is real. Please believe me. Look at my hand. The coffee machine burned me on purpose."

I murmur. “Calla.” “I mean it. I smelled it earlier…like just before the scream. It was there. Then gone. Like my body was trying to tell me something.” “Oh my God.” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “You need sleep. And probably therapy. Definitely not romance novels.” Blaire watches me, eyes narrowed. “Look, maybe you just... connected. People feel weird things in emergencies. Adrenaline. Fear. Hallucinations.” “You ever hallucinate someone's face changing into a damn wolf?"

What I need to do is go to the library at the Academy and go through every single book about demons and black magic I can find. Obviously, I can’t, and my only other option would be to send Kristy there. No one would know we’re looking into this together, and honestly it wouldn’t surprise me to get a call from Kristy in the morning telling me she already went in to look for info about the mystery demon. An alert goes off on my phone, letting me know an article was posted about a decapitation here in Chicago. “This might be our guy.” I unlock my phone and stare at the screen impatiently as the article loads. “It just says a body was found and asked for anyone with info to call in.” I set my p

I tell her as a sinister sensation creeps over me, sending shivers down my spine. “That's good, Arnica, because you should be scared. Petrified.”

His muscular wolf frame oozes out power, his gray hair and scars that adorn his face and body, are a testament to the battles he has fought and won. His presence alone fills me with a primal fear, as if I have stumbled upon a predator in the midst of its hunt. As he closes the distance between us, each step knowing and resolute, my body freezes in place. The fear that courses through my veins paralyzes me, making me incapable of rational thought. I can feel the tremors coursing through my limbs, my muscles betraying me in the face of this scary person.

My heart pounded in my ears, a symphony of fear and curiosity intertwining within me. Slowly, I unfolded the note, revealing the chilling words that had been scrawled upon it. The ink seemed to seep into my very soul. Each word was like a dagger, piercing through the veil of my despair and awakening a sense of unease within me. As I read the haunting message, a whirlwind of emotions swept over me. Fear, confusion, and a strange sense of foreboding mingled together, creating a storm within my mind.

A news report played, and my heart sank as I watched the footage unfold before my eyes. The scene depicted a crowded mall, chaotic and filled with panic. A man—no, a werewolf—moved with unnatural speed and strength, his eyes wild with an unfamiliar madness. Low, guttural growls rumbled from his throat, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. People scattered, screams filling the air as the man pounced on unsuspecting shoppers.

"Emily, what's wrong?" The girl pointed to the news on TV and said: "There's something scary on TV, I'm scared." Phoebe curiously went out to have a look. On TV is the news that has been replayed since the morning about Vampires suddenly going mad and attacking people without purpose, they are like zombies without brains that can't control their actions, Then there are the bloody scenes that are really terrible.

“Really? I thought they’re frightening people into doing something stupid to scare, injure, or kill themselves by accident.” “What do they say about getting rid of them?” “It’s vague. Saging the space works for a short time, invoking god, and demanding them to leave. But there’s nothing in here that’s sure fire to get rid of them. The article contradicts themselves in whether these things are evil. They can’t decide whether they can kill or are even interested in killing their victims. A couple of articles claim they might, and I say might, be oblivious of our presence.” “I don’t believe for a minute whatever that was couldn’t see us. It also knocked over those boxes to get our attention. It

So if I pass I would be posted to a college but I'm scared. What if Jack is posted to a different college, I might not be able to see him for almost all the years his going to spend, and the girls in his college might snatch him from me. Don't get me wrong,I trust Jack I know he would never hurt me but I don't trust girls. Jack is every woman kind of guy, ladies would do anything to get him, I couldn't help but feel jealous. We got to the notice board and checked our scores. Phew!! We passed and Stacey and I got into the same college here in New Orleans