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Chapter One - Sylvie Slam! The door to the café bursts open. The cold winter breeze whips through the small shop, rustling the loose strands of my ebony hair. Momentarily distracted, I barely notice the hard wall of a body until it is too late. Crash! The sound of several ceramic mugs shattering against the unforgiving concrete floor jolts me back into awareness. As if making a huge mess wasn't bad enough, the sound echoed throughout the room and now several, if not all, eyes in the café have been drawn to me. As the spilt coffee slowly spreads across the floor, so too does the hot, red flush of embarrassment across my cheeks.

Sophie stared coldly at Raine, who stood outside the door. Without a word, she started to shut the door in his face, but he reached out to block it. “Sophie, where’s Hannah? Has she contacted you lately?” Raine’s voice was calm, but the moment the words left his mouth, Sophie’s fury ignited. “You heartless bastard! You do not deserve to speak her name! “You betrayed her, abandoned her. You are nothing but a murderer!”

"Sorry it took a while; we got a little lost." "No worries. Good to see you again," my mom hugs me. "Likewise." I smile. "By the way, you haven't properly met your…" She pauses, searching for the right word. "Sisters. Sophie is 12, and Hannah is 7." She might have introduced me as their sister, and they seem fine with it. They both wave. Sophie is more reserved than Hannah. "Hello, nice to meet you!" Hannah chirps and hugs Mark. "Nice to meet you too." I hug Hannah, but she's quite short, only reaching my thigh.

CHAPTER 001 Hannah’s POV: Lucinda Devereaux was taking too long to die. The sizzling meat spat grease as it shimmered, and the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small food stall where I stood. I flipped the patties on the grill, but my mind was far away, wishing and imagining that it was Lucinda’s lifeless body I flipped over instead. “My food’s burning, woman. Focus!” An angry voice snapped causing me to blink. I stared at the customer’s furious face. “Eh-eh… W-what?” I stammered in confusion.

“Aaron, what the hell is going on here?” Jeana smirked, stretching lazily. “Hello, Sophie.” Sophie’s body trembled with anger as she turned to her. “Jeana? You? Here? Like this?” Aaron stepped closer, his expression hardening. “Don’t make a scene, Sophie. It’s not what you think.” A hollow laugh bubbled from her throat. “Not what I think?” Her voice cracked. “I heard you! I saw you! And in our bed—fucking this…!”

Gina's confusion deepened. “Yes, it's true. Her presence will only bring chaos,” Hana gave a brief pause and continued. “She's going to take over every…” but she halted abruptly as Sophie skipped into the room, her face beaming with joy. “Hi, Sophie,” Gina greeted warmly, while Hana glanced away, visibly irritated. “What are you doing here, sweetheart?” “Just hanging out,” Sophie replied, shifting her attention to Hana and taking her hand. “Since you're my grandmother's cousin, can I call you Grandma 3 instead of Aunt Hana?”

Hannah scanned the neatly arranged books on the shelves. “So which book should I check?” “All of them.” “All of them? But this…” Hannah counted in her head, “hundreds?” “Yeah. That’s why I didn’t want to do it.”

, was a part of every day life. Sophie knew that this was the perfect place to gain inspiration as she penned her book on the subject of lycanthropy: the transformation of man to wolf. She knew, if published, that the book would have a cult following at best, but she had always had a fascination with the notion of werewolves. She intended to find out as much as she could. She knew there had to be local legends and stories to be found in a small town like this that she'd never uncover with a simple internet search.

she introduces herself and I straighten myself up, and offer her my hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Sophie, a friend." she takes my hand and shakes it slightly, smiling at me. "Nice to meet you, too. I've been waiting a long time for Theo to bring a girl home now." Oh. Of course she thinks we're a couple. "No, mum, she's just a friend." Theo quickly says and Johanna looks between me and him a couple of times. "Oh, well okay then." she laughs and I want the ground to swallow me up. "You guys have fun, if you need us, we'll be downstairs." she smiles and leaves the kitchen.