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“You’re right Nima! He wants to be with me, but with this child, it complicates everything. Maybe this is the reason why I should even get kidnapped. I might end up losing the child, making my life much simpler as it was before.” “Don’t be crazy!” “It’s the truth Nima,” I said with a watery tone. I didn’t say any words afterword as my eyes landed on the gate that led to the pack graveyard. I stepped into it, and the graveyard stretched out before me. The air was heavy with the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant sound of birds which, flew above. Emotions swirled inside me as I walked, captivating my heart. As I made my way along the rows of gravestones. My eyes landed on the name

With a final, grateful twitter, the bird spirit's light went out, and its form crumbled like glowing, white sand in my hands and vanished into the snowdrift. I could hear its song in the wind, and my stomach lurched as the horror settled on my mind. Every granule, every whisper of wind, every bit of light had once been a shifter's animal spirit. I had known before that this was a graveyard, but this... This was something different. A dumping ground, a mass grave where no single spirit maintained any sense of what it had once been.

“You can keep it. I don't need you to be sorry. You can't keep being sorry. At least do something right so you don't always go 'sorry this’ and 'sorry that’ every time you do something wrong! Do something right!” I immediately turned and left the room, slamming the door. I made my way out of the palace's building and wandered around the yard. I went to the abandoned back of the building where the graveyard was. It was dead silent. I stepped slowly into the graveyard, looking at the details on each grave. I raised my gaze and looked straight ahead. There was a grave that stood ahead. It seemed to be built with raw gold. It was surrounded by puddles which had clean water in them. I need not be

Some books had a symbol depicting the name. A strange thought crept into his chest. As he set his thoughts on vacating into motion, a book caught his attention. It had both a name and an author's name. At least it appeared better than the others. He made his way out and closed the door after picking up the book. The wind emerged absent all of a sudden. The cold shivers that steered through his spine each night after locking the bookstore were also mislaid. Roman felt a twinge in his upper arm as he sauntered further into a cemetery. He could hear downward incantations, muffled whines, and snarling insects. The torchlight squeezed around his fingers shone steadily across the footpath.

Lucky for us, this is not a particularly big graveyard, and we shall spot any lights from a distance. I pair up with Edward, and I move towards the south side of the graveyard, Bobby, being brave, has gone east on his own, with Lilith and Breyden west and the boys taking the north. We shall move our way from the outside in and meet up where the biggest of the tombstones are held. We are hoping that the center is where they shall be. Now, a graveyard has never been my most favorite place for hunting; yes, it is perfect, but there is just something about walking on the ground where dead humans are underneath that makes my skin crawl. And I know that Edward shares the same sentiment.

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The old man was too weak to travel. “Go,” they recited together and threw their cards. When the heroes looked back, the beggar had melted into the earth. Iron railings, rusted and twisted from time’s decay, surrounded the graveyard. A perpetually squeaking fence greeted them with ear piercing shrieks. The old tombs were crumbling and decayed, becoming little more than havens for giant spiders and other violent aberrations of nature. “Kill.” “Kill.” “Kill,” was repeated over and over.

“We should have turned back.” “No.” Rael’s voice was firm. “We keep moving.” Bram let out a humorless laugh. “Seriously? After that?” Rael’s gaze darkened. “Yes. And fast. Because if you think this is bad, then you don’t know what’s coming.” Elior looked at him sharply. “You do?” Rael didn’t answer immediately. Then, he exhaled. “This place is a graveyard. The dead don’t stay buried here.” A shiver ran down Elior’s spine.

I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched, but I saw no one. As I continued to explore the graveyard, I came across a particularly old and decrepit gravestone. The inscription on it read "Here lies a witch, feared and revered in life, but now forgotten in death, but do you think I'm dead?". I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. The graveyard was definitely giving off a creepy vibe, but it was also fascinating. I couldn't help but wonder about the stories of the witches buried here. Who were they? What powers did they possess? And why were they feared and revered in life, but now forgotten in death?

My body rolls right into its next high as I move with him drawing out the hazy euphoria that has me forgetting my name but screaming out his. The crunching sound beneath my feet has bile burning the back of my throat that I push down. A large bone is snapped under my foot. The remains of a wolf from Justin's pack that was left to rot rather than deemed a proper ceremony. Just like the countless others that my entourage steps upon. A hand lands on my lower back encouraging me to continue even when the air is thick with death. Surely no one would be stupid enough to reside here and I doubt Justin would return. Leave no stone unturned. Any leads we can find regarding what we are up against can