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HELENA By the gods, what had that man led me into? His words echoed in my head. “If you survive the next stretch” he had said. “You will reach places where you stop needing help from strangers.” Did that mean I had to survive whatever was in that damned village? Just what in the gods name was in that village, what did I have to survive by accepting help from this stranger?

"It collapsed. The whole building collapsed! If you hadn't gotten me out, we would've been crushed!" She sobbed, terrified and relieved to be alive. I gently patted her back. In my last life, I'd cried in front of this same pile of rubble. Except back then, I'd been lying in a pool of blood with a shattered leg. In my last life, Tristan had stood over me without a scratch, staring down with pity. This time, our places had flipped. Rescue crews flooded the campus. The excavators couldn't get through, so rescuers and search dogs dug through the rubble by hand.

I'm the only person she trusts not to read her diary so she made me keep it because she fears her brother Jax finds out about her secrets. "Diary huh, never thought someone still writing on diaries in this generation" and they laughed. "Jade please, give that back to me" I requested almost begging. "Aw, let me read a page first," she said and they all cheered. "Let's have a random page, uhm..." Valerie grinned and acted as if thinking. "Open it on the 6th page!" She squealed. "No, please! Just give it back!" I panicked and tried to snatch the book but Enzo quickly held my hand and smirked before letting me go as he walked towards Jade's.

He stared at the books, deciding which one to choose. As his eyes lingered on them, memories surfaced of how his mother used to read bedtime stories to him and his sister… until she was killed. Alina noticed the change in his expression and was about to ask what was wrong when Laim reached out and picked a book. She moved closer to see which one he chose, and her eyes widened in surprise. It was her favorite book. “Seven Days Before Goodbye.”

Maybe something worse. This place has taken so much from me,...so much from all of us. We’ve been chained and broken, forced to fight, to survive, to serve as entertainment for those who think they control our lives. And yet, here he is,..Christian, the rogue, the former guard, the legend, the one that brought bits of food and from what i heard, the one that saved so many when this all started.

Even the Devourer seemed unwilling to speak. The Last Witness answered softly. “They ended.” The simplicity of the answer made it worse. Not destroyed. Not conquered. Like it was inevitable. Like it was natural. The Voidborn moved uneasily. “You survived.” The Last Witness nodded. “I remained.” The cosmic entity lowered its gaze. “The final survivor.” The Last Witness did not deny it. A deep silence followed. Then Kael asked the question everyone feared. “What ended them?” The balance tightened. The fracture darkened. Even the ruins beyond seemed to grow still.

I broke the device stepping on it without even thinking for a second and then I took Victor in my arms wrapped in the sheet. I would take him with me far away from there and I would make him tell me everything he remembered, I understood that wolves were extinct and there were none left, but in my arms was the last wolf in the world perhaps. I had to protect that child who had survived. He was weak, skinny, and perhaps in agony from exhaustion, he reminded me of me for some reason. "I'll keep you safe Victor," I said as I led him to a car not too far from the cabin, to go out on the dirt path to the main road.

Their jobs were to protect their Alpha and Luna and to also help with cake duties. As time went on, the humans started to hunt and kill werewolves for sport. The ones whowere able to get away found frfuge in the deep parts of the forest. The last known sighting was well over a hundred years ago {END OF STORY} Ash has gotten older since then and there have been many changes in her life now. Unfortunately, her grandfather had passed away a few years ago, then this past year she lost her mother to cancer. It's been very hard for her nut she is very lucky to have her life long best friends, Kime and Toni by her side.

It's not my fault high school is an episode of Survivor. When the zombies come crawling for their brains, I will be the last human to remember history. I'm excited to be an oracle and pass down history through oral tradition. You're welcome, peasants. You'll be glad I read it all then. "I don't care what your name is, really," Kelly says as she rips my romance novel from my hands. "Give that back. That's my favorite novel." Kelly moves her arms in all directions keeping my novel from me. Her minions, Alexa, and Tia, watch with giggles flying from their asses.

“I want every detail—where they were, who they spoke to, even what they had for breakfast if necessary. No surprises, Lorenzo.” “Understood, Boss,” Lorenzo replies, hesitating before adding, “But… there’s something else.” I exhale sharply, the weight of the situation pressing on me. “Spit it out.” “There’s a survivor,” he says carefully. “He’s critical, but he might make it. We’ve got him at the safehouse.” My pulse quickens. A survivor means answers—or a loose end. “I want him alive,” I state firmly, though I doubt he’ll survive long enough to tell me much.