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Ann replied. “ I became your friend before she became your acquaintance, so you should definitely take mine too” Richard said. “Although you bullied me into becoming friends with you, I guess I could take yours too” Ann smirked. “ Wow, I hope you haven't forgotten who you are speaking to” Richard said. “ How can I forget a friend?” Ann said with sarcasm. “ Why do I get this scary feeling that I just walked into a sinking sand?” Richard said faking a shiver.

Scarlet said in her chipper voice before exiting the room as told. “She is too smart for her own good.” Bethany said before diving into a million questions. While I was glad the night before had been interrogation free, I knew this would come eventually. I answered most of her questions. I left out the information about anything I saw inside the cave. For some reason my gut told me the more people that knew the worse off the situation would be.

Several minutes later, I come back with popcorn, Oreos, and a bag of chips. “You delivered on that junk food,” Scarlet says, folding her legs up under herself, freeing space on the couch. She pats the seat next to her and I can’t move. Usually, the floor is lava and Jackson and I are jumping off it onto the couch, but right now it feels like it’s the other way around. “Do you like horror movies?” I ask, forcing myself to take a step forward and place the food on the coffee table. “I do. I have a slight fascination with paranormal stuff. What about you?”

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak

“You think this is funny?” “No,” I said, still grinning. “I think it’s amazing. I mean, yeah, it’s terrifying, but also... amazing. I’ve seen weirder things on N*****x.” Lucian stared at me like I was some sort of bizarre alien he couldn’t quite understand. And maybe he was right. Maybe I was crazy for laughing about this. But for some reason, the danger, the mystery, the wildness of it all—it didn’t scare me. It thrilled me.

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"Is it possible she is just scared? Did she watch a scary movie lately or read something scary?" I scoffed quietly, casting a quick glance over my shoulder at the beds. "No, Tate, she didn't watch a scary movie. And lest I forget to tell you, for the past five months, Rosy has had a bit of abnormal signs. If I had not met wolves myself, I wouldn't have believed they existed, but at times Rosy has the intuition of a highly shifted wolf. She can sense lots of things that are completely unusual for her age. That’s why I don’t joke with anything she tells me."

Neo’s POV Sitting at my desk, my mind is consumed by the image of Skyler, completely engulfed in those Scarabs she fondly referred to. It's astonishing how she fearlessly caressed them, treating them as harmless creatures, before they obediently scurried away from her and disappeared into the earth. It's as if they hold no threat, no potential for danger or death. This scene continues to play in my mind, leaving me both fascinated and perplexed by Skyler's unwavering trust in these seemingly treacherous insects.

I asked Lucas, Looking around suspiciously. "I honestly don't know. I guess people are too scared to stay out late," he said, and I got curious, "Why is that?" I asked him, and he shrugged his shoulders. "The attacks. Drugged out wolves have been attacking sane packs," Lucas pointed out, and I was glad he had brought up something that I could discuss. He ushered me to a beautifully arranged picnic table with lovely flower arrangements, and I became uncomfortable because it seemed more like the middle-aged man was trying to woo me. Maybe his affair with Kaylin was not a far fetched idea after all.