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But if you ignore me again, I'm bringing handcuffs and will force you to watch cute otter videos until you're happy. I can't help my laugh. Emma, always ready to storm the gates of hell on my behalf. I don't deserve her, but I text back: 'Sounds divine. Handcuffs better be pink and fluffy.' Her reply sets me laughing again: 'You think I'm a rookie?' I set the phone down, a smile tugging at my lips, but it fades as I finally look at the search results. The first few links are useless, a mix of anatomy diagrams, outdated forums, very questionable websites I wouldn't click on if you paid me and, oh great, some truly horrifying medical articles.

Breathing the same air and sharing the same showers. I sat back, panting. Then I remembered something. That one weird site I had stumbled on about a year ago. I had not taken it seriously. It was late at night, and I was down some rabbit hole on the dark web, don’t ask me how I got there. But there it was, The Registry.

"Well, I don’t want to call her that, being she’s your mother and all that, but yeah, that’s what she said." "Is there a link, or did someone just whisper it into her ear?" "Oh, you know how they can be. A lot of times, they hear something from people who definitely do not have any credible source, come back home, and run with it as if it’s the truth. I mean, that’s how a lot of old folks behave, but what else can I do about it?" "See if you can send me a link," I smiled. Later on, she did send a link, but it was a terrible platform. The entire website was riddled with ads. Most of all, it was a betting platform. It was practically nothing.

She tried another website—one of those reverse phone lookup services that usually dug up embarrassing details about people’s addresses and relatives. The loading symbol spun for a few seconds. Then the page refreshed. No match found. Arielle frowned harder now. She tried a third website. Then a fourth. Still nothing. The silence of the apartment suddenly felt heavier. Her fingers hovered above the keyboard. “Who are you?” she whispered again. As if the universe had been waiting for that exact moment, her phone vibrated against the coffee table. The sound made her jump. Her heart slammed painfully against her ribs. Slowly—very slowly—she picked up the phone.

As we enter the longhouse, he has to duck to enter, Magnus says, “I have been told that the black tree can also be used to camouflage a person’s scent.” He set me down and I know that I cannot lie about this. Looking up at him, I admit, “Yes, it can be. But it can only be used against certain animals. It must be made specifically for each person.” Carefully, I make my way over to the table where we typically sit. He sits next to me, and my husband will be forced to sit across from me. This way I will be able to see him when I apologize for not knowing how his mother died.

“And I think I’ve found something; a website. At first, I thought it was just stupid, but then I saw something.” Over the years, Aurora had combed through site after site of myths and legends and never found anything of use. There were pages dedicated to Satan, and even websites claiming to have been written by real vampires. But nothing of real value. “Take a look sister. Like I said, it seems stupid at first but then…” The site was a blog called Mr Mass Murder and from what Aurora could tell, the author was some kind of weirdo who liked to keep track of mass murder sites all over the world. Throughout his posts, the author described with gory accuracy, mass murders from every corner of the

* Extremely Graphic Content Warning * Contains strong domestic abuse, verbal abuse, thoughts of suicide and strong graphic violence. This chapter may be disturbing for some readers.~ Two days later, Abby is sitting in her window seat, staring at the same old lawn that she has stared at for years. This time, though, she doesn't wish to be down there playing in the leaves or riding a bike. She does not long to climb the tree or to enjoy the great outdoors. Oddly enough, for today, she is content to sit at that window and stare down at the grass, without being able to touch it.

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I want a mate who looks at me the way those women look at their mates. The next morning, we're driving to another pack that has reportedly bought pups. It's near Topeka, Kansas. Everyone is pretty quiet on the bus, even Martina, who has the ability to make all the men blush like teenagers. Everyone still looks tired, so I'm sure they had a restless night, just like I did after what we did to the Blood Fangs. Torturing even the worst person can weigh on your mind if you're good on the inside.

I answered “Okay, don’t take too long lest someone else takes your job,” she replied and then ended the call. I had another issue that I had totally forgotten about. Dominic’s stupid idea. I went on the Internet and searched for him. I wanted to at least get a better idea of who I would probably be dealing with before I ended up his slave. The results took a while to load, but eventually, the sites presented as Error… I reloaded the page, and the same error appeared. I tried another website, and it presented the same thing.