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Caught in the web of secrets and revelations, I stood frozen in the midst of the library, my heart pounding against my chest. The pieces of the puzzle I had unwittingly stumbled upon formed a terrifying image before me. Werewolves, packs, and an impending clash that could reshape the balance of power. Fear gripped me, sending shivers down my spine.

Blood, a stark and unwelcome guest, splattered across the floor and walls, a macabre tapestry of fear. Fear, raw and unyielding, gripped my heart in its icy embrace. Jenny, missing in a sea of scarlet. Panic clawed at the edges of my mind, threatening to consume me whole. Questions swirled like a tempest in my thoughts Who would dare to harm her? Why would they do such a heinous act?

They didn’t move like the thing that attacked me. None of it matched. I kept scrolling, searching for anything that felt familiar. Something that made me feel like I wasn’t losing my mind. Then, at the bottom of one of the pages, a link caught my attention. It didn’t look like an ad. It didn’t look like a normal article either. It looked old. Simple text. No picture. The title made me choke out a tiny laugh, even though nothing felt funny: “Wolves… or something else? Understanding the werewolf theory.”

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That's all on Confessions Of An Exorcist. Thank you and goodbye for now. I hope to see you next week. AUTHOR'S NOTE -> I hope you guys enjoyed reading this chapter. False Awakenings may also lead to lucid dreams so if you ever experience such, please contact your doctor. Personally I haven’t experienced lucid dreams or false awakenings but the one I have most times is Sleep Paralysis and that scares the shit out of me, like why the fuck does my body have to scare me before I forcefully wake up. That’s so weird.

I don't think I've ever been so scared on my entire life the way I am right now. It's allover the news, allover the world that I slept with Fabrico. My face has been on almost every gossip magazine, newspaper and youtube pages. Cuddling on the white sofa in the living room, I keep taking a whole lot of caffeine to keep my adrenaline kicking. My panic attack is all on and I feel dreadful already. In one magazine, I read about my whole life. My mom, dad, my childhood. How do people even investigate so much? It's slightly irritating.

"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."

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

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.