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Dear Lord, please save us. To be continued...!

"Your new Alpha is.....Cory Williams." Zahara takes my hand and leads me up the steps. We shake hands with Elder Langston and stand on the stage, looking out over the crowd. I send a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess and take a breath. "Hello, everyone. It's been a long time. I'm proud to be your new Alpha." "Is this a joke?!" "You can't be serious!" "He is weak and pathetic." "I thought he was dead."

After the Catholic father's preaching the choir proceeded to sing amazing grace a song sang by John Newton as well as what a beautiful name it is. Amazing grace! How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see. ’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed. Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come; ’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. The Lord has promised good to me,

Dylan, the council, and other Alpha’s had arrived for the next meeting and they stopped to watch her running as she sang “…Now that I know what I’m without…You can’t just leave me…breathe into me and make me real…bring me to life…Wake me up inside (save me)….call my name and save me from the dark (wake me up)….bid my blood to run (I can’t wake up)…before I come undone (save me)….save me from the nothing I’ve become..” Jonathan and Nolan joined everyone on the field watching as she ran faster the song she was singing along to they could feel the emotions in her voice. She continued running and singing

She is the reason. The entries went on, detailing his agonizing climb back to consciousness, each hard-won milestone connected to the sound of my voice, the glimpse of my profile by the window. His vows were not shouted in chapels or carved in flesh; they were whispered in the quiet of a wounded mind. I will be her shelter. I will be the peace she never had. I will love her with a steadiness that will make her forget what chaos feels like. A single, pressed flower—a small, blue forget-me-not—fell from between the pages.

I sing. If the ocean in my chest ever rises, and the dark starts making promises again, don’t you let it take me quiet— pull me back the way you did back then… My voice wobbles on the second verse. I correct it quickly, pushing through. I can almost feel Giovanni’s hands on my arms, steadying me. The memory is so sharp it makes my throat tighten. When I hit the last line— You don’t save me like a hero, you just stay until I can…

“Or stand out there and pretend you’re not scared of a microphone.” Kai’s jaw clenches. He steps in. The room smells like warm electronics and coffee that’s been reheated too many times. It smells like a man trying to outrun grief with work. Foam panels on the wall. A mic on a desk. A waveform on a laptop screen. Luca points at the screen. “That’s your storm.” Kai looks. His stomach drops. Helicopter light. Black water. The recovery. The dead boy in the hoodie. Kai’s mouth goes dry.

she said, her voice full of enthusiasm. I took another deep breath, and then began to sing. My voice was a little shaky at first, but as I got into the song, I started to feel more confident. I poured my heart and soul into the lyrics, feeling the emotions of the song deep within me. I sang of love and longing, of heartbreak and hope.

He smiled with joy as we continued our walk further up the path. “Um, Apollo I wanted to know if I’m I going to hell since I haven’t really done anything good during my whole life of living so it’s pretty obvious where I’ll be heading right.” “Well if you want to know I could give you a hint it’s going to be a wonderful place. Where everyone is always happy,” Apollo replied with his arm still wrapped around my shoulder as we headed into the distance, talking about how happy my soul will be when I move on.