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"I heard that sudden deaths can distort the face, but Sophia loved looking pretty. I'm sure she still looks beautiful now." With that, she eagerly lifted the white sheet. She wanted to expose me at my ugliest moment so that they would be horrified by how I looked. "Don't!" Joel shouted. He squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't bring himself to look at the body. Just then, Yvette's scream pierced the air, "No! That's not Sophia!" Joel's eyes flew open. Beneath the sheet was the body of a man in his 50s or 60s.

“The stronger the wolf, the more mates they can sustain bonds with. Four mates means you’re much more powerful than anyone knows.” Despite the indignation that coursed through me—having a fourth mate felt like a curse, not a blessing—part of me was curious about what this mysterious fourth mate might be like. Was he another cocky asshole like Lucas? Another brooding jerk like Rowan? Or something else entirely? But mostly, I just hoped I never ran into him. Three mates were already more trouble than I knew what to do with. “Can we continue training?” I asked. “I want to get stronger so I can figure out how to deal with the Elders.”

I pulled an unmarked folder free from the furthest corner, and a wave unease crashed over me. This wasn’t just paper and ink, I could feel the malice vibrating in my nerves. It was a record of lives stolen, futures erased. Grainy and stark photographs showed small, cold forms wrapped in lace, newborn pups whose eyes would never see daylight again. Beside them, names, dates, clinical notes, all of it a catalog of cruelty. ‘Subject 402: Discarded. Essence insufficient for the ritual.’ Zebub’s unmistakable elegant, looping, precise handwriting detailed a massacre.

"Give it here." I handed him the journal. He didn't use a knife; he used the sharp, precise edge of his thumbnail to slice cleanly through the aged adhesive binding the back fabric. With a soft tear, the lining peeled away, revealing a single, folded strip of grid paper hidden in the recess of the spine. Niccolò unfolded it. Written in my mother’s elegant, sweeping script were four digits: [ 8 - 4 - 1 - 9 ] "Halfway there," Niccolò murmured, his thumb running over the ink. He looked out the window as the trees cleared, revealing the weathered stone walls of St. Jude’s Parish sitting atop a lonely hill overlooking the valley.

Out in the hallway, Cecilia was leaning against the wall waiting for me. When she saw me come out, she raised an eyebrow. “You cried?” “No.” I shook my head. “I stopped crying over him a long time ago.” “That’s my girl.” Cecilia handed me a pack of cigarettes. “Want one?” I took a cigarette from the pack and lit it before taking a deep drag. The nicotine made me cough twice, but I quickly got used to it. “Let’s go,” I said. “There’s a meeting this afternoon.”

Her hand shook as she clicked on the only resignation letter on there. When she saw the name “Yoel Quinn” at the bottom, panic rose in her chest. “Withdraw this application immediately! Do it now!” The HR director wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a trembling voice, “Ms. Lawson, the process is already complete.” From outside the office, Connor walked in with a document in his hand. There was no sign of earlier distress in his eyes. He even looked faintly pleased. “Ms. Lawson, you have a fax.”

" The prohecy also speaks of four powerful mixed bloodlines, needing to find one another in hopes of stopping the evil, the darkness will set free on the blood moon, destroying everything in it's wake, leaving our world desolated." I didn't think the air in the room could have become anymore more heavier, still it felt like we were all on a sinking ship, being drugged down under the icy waves, as the tempture in the room plummeted, freezing us all to our spots, as Elder Lilia spoke what was written on the parcments.

# Day 23 What do you want Agustin De Luca? You always wanted me to beg, to break me....I am fucking broken, I am fucking begging you, let me live.... You have already broken me into pieces now please have mercy and at least leave my pieces along, before no trace of me is left. ....................................................... # Day 24 I want you to be nothing more than a distant memory, or maybe not even that, is there any way to induce amnesia? ........................................................ # Day 25

He held a small parchment in his trembling hands, which were stained with something dark and wet. “Hey, you! What’s that in your hands?” Cade asked him. “I found this at the entrance…” he replied and Cade gestured him to come over. As he approached Cade, the guard swallowed nervously and handed him the note. Cade's eyes widened as he saw the bloody inscription: "Tell your mom I am coming for her." For a moment, Cade stared at the message in disbelief. The blood had already begun to dry, darkening the parchment with its ominous warning. Rage and fear coursed through him in equal measure. He crumpled the note in his fist, his mind racing with the implications.