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I drank a shot of tequila. My thirteenth, if I had not lost count of the last three hours. I tapped my forehead and wiped away the sweat before commanding my senses to allow my claws to appear. I walked towards the lady in front of me, kneeling and clutching her fist to her chest, obviously in pain. I sighed as I watched her eyes form tears but she was holding it in, alright. She looked pitiful. “Natyaramona,” I called her name, pushing her back to her senses while hoping she wouldn't die.

Grayson's stomach tightened. "What caused it?" Ardyn's jaw clenched. "We never learned." "We only witnessed what it became." "The Hollow Hunger." The name settled heavily between them. "It wasn't a disease." "It wasn't a curse." "It fed on fear." "It whispered." "It promised power." "And every wolf who listened lost themselves." The distant laughter returned. Longer this time. Satisfied. Ardyn looked toward the darkness. "It remembers its own name." Grayson followed his gaze. "You still haven't told me what it is."

Don’t worry—I’ll always birth another child. The memory replayed in his mind, over and over, the echoes growing louder until the world around him blurred. His breaths turned sharp and shallow, each gasp scraping against his throat as if the air had been sucked out of the atmosphere. The open sky felt suffocating, trapping him in an invisible prison, like the dark basement… or the cramped cupboard. His hands trembled, his chest heaving as the panic clawed its way up his throat. The memory of being locked away, of hearing her cruel words over and over again, crashed into him like a wave, suffocating him the more.

I murmured, forcing myself to speak. His brow arched, and his voice came out low, and husky. “Why are you sorry?” I hesitated. “You didn’t say anything. So I thought maybe I said something wrong. You probably—” “Chloe.” My name stopped me cold. “Y-Yes?” His eyes locked on mine through the screen. His voice softened, yet darkened at the same time. “Have you ever seen a starving man?” I blinked. “What?” “A man who’s gone too long without food,” he said slowly. “Who’s had to sit at a table and watch others feast, while he goes hungry. Even when what he craves is right in front of him, and close enough to touch, he still can’t have it.”

POPPY'S POV “My problem?” I laughed, which came out slightly unhinged. Ignoring the way my heart was pounding, I stepped closer until our chests were nearly touching. “My problem is that I was alone on our wedding night and I woke up to a mark on my throat and a dead man's hand twelve feet away from me!” Grey groaned again, dragging his fingers through his hair. "I was dealing with a situation." "You could have told me you weren't coming." My voice cracked on the last word and I hated it. "You could have sent anyone up to tell me. Instead I just… I sat there, Grey!”

It was just a matter of time before they came out and made a meal of them. Gracie felt hungry and her throat was raw and dry from dehydration. She wondered how long they could last without food or water. She wondered if Dawn was still alive or if the bloodsucker had already drained her dry and discarded her body somewhere no one would ever find her. The thought made her sick to her stomach, but there was nothing left for her to throw up. Gabriel's voice seemed to come from far away when it reached her ears. Gracie turned to face him, a confused expression on her face.

Its song is being extinguished. Images filled their minds. A different planet, under a dull red sun. They saw vast, beautiful cities of crystal and light, now crumbling to dust. They saw people with skin like polished stone, their eyes dim, their movements slow with a despair that was not the Grey’s numbness, but a deep, existential sorrow. They had given up. The will to sing, to create, to be, was leaving them.

Grey said his voice faltering, "I hated it! I hated the idea of you happy bring happy with him again but when I came to pick you up, it was also the same day that I got the news that I can't be cured anymore. That my life already is nearing to an end, and no matter how selfish I was, I didn't have the courage to see you plunge into misery with me," Grey stopped walking, they were now in the quadrangle, the night sky entering their line of sight, and the sound of the crickets getting louder and louder, accompanied by the cold breeze of the night.

Her gray-blue face seemed a little less stiff, but the confusion and wounded look in her eyes still weighed heavily. [System prompt: Hunger is spreading. Proceed to Dorm 4404 to obtain food.] [Warning: 4404’s resident is extremely dangerous! Severely starved!] The live chat was going wild with messages. [4404? Oh no, that’s the Hungry Dead! Granny just escaped the freezer, and now, she’s walking straight into famine!] [That ghost is so hungry it even gnaws on itself! With Granny’s old bones, she’s done for!] I rubbed my empty stomach and steadied my aching back as I climbed off the bed.

My begging and sobbing became blurred in the chanting around me. "GREY PLEASE!" But I was doomed to witness without being able to change the course of his hunger. Adam scrambled to the farthest corner away from a stalking Grey. His claws were already out, making the beds of his fingers bleed beneath the skin, as he came closer with a heavy breath. Without a word, he reached forward and thrust his hand into his chest. Only a gasp was seen as the roaring cheers were too much to make out the labored breathing clearly existing on the man's face.