The Stranger Until Dawn Mga Nobela at Kwento

There was so much more to take care of here than in my old pack. I threw myself into learning everything I could. I wanted to make Mom and Dad proud. One day, while making my usual rounds near the hunting grounds, a strikingly handsome face caught my eye. He lingered at the edge as if he were looking for something. "I'm Amy Geller of the Bloodmoon Pack. Do you need help?" I called out. The man smiled, warm as sunlight. "Hello, Amy. I'm Quincy Fairchild, Alpha of the Stormcrest Pack."

Liam’s POV** The next morning, the storm that had raged inside the house the previous day was replaced by the warm scent of fresh chai and the faint hum of the valley waking up. Sunlight seeped through the windows, casting delicate, shifting shadows on the wooden floor. Outside, the sweet humming of birds mingled with the rustle of pine trees, creating a melody so gentle it felt like the mountains themselves were singing. For the first time since yesterday, it didn’t feel like the world was about to drift apart.

Baka dinideliryo na nga yata. Dinampot ko ang phone ni Theros sa bed-side table at suwerteng walang password ito. Hinanap ko agad sa contacts ang pangalan ni Raven at tinawagan iyon. "Theros, mabuti naisipan mong magparamdam— "Raven, si Dawn 'to." Saglit na natahimik ang kabilang linya kaya inakala kong naputol ang tawag. "Dawn. Why are you using Theros' phone?"

When the sky turned orange, I arrived home. People who hadn't eaten dinner were lining up in front of the restaurant. Classical, rarely-heard music filled the restaurant and my room this evening. I cleaned up and changed my clothes. Mother didn't leave anything to eat, so I didn't eat dinner. On the bed, my body lies on my stomach. My fingers propped up my phone while others scrolled through the screen. Posters of Nevan's Dad's driving lessons were scattered on the internet. He even guarantees that you'll be reimbursed if you don't pass the lessons.

"Sorry,' I apologized without looking up and moved past the stranger. However, my feet froze in a mid-stride when the stranger suddenly seized my wrist. Shocked and offended, I snapped my head towards the man only to feel the blood drain down my face. My eyes widened. It was Dawson. A nasty smirk was playing across his face. His eyes held a twisted glimmer as they raked my frame openly. "You look happy," he began. I ground my teeth and tried to break my hand free from his hold. "Leave my hand," I warned him, ignoring his remark. "Your smile is hurting my eyes," he took a threatening stride towards me and revealed with a malicious grin. I stabbed him with my sharpest glare. "That can be solve

she said proudly wiggling her shoulders and I burst into laughter. Dawn really knew how to put me at ease. My smile suddenly faded as I felt Dawn grow tense beside me. My eyes flew open and I looked at her face. She was glaring at something in the distance. My eyes followed her line of sight and I realized she was staring at someone and not something. She got up and I did the same, making sure I remained behind her defensive stance at all times. The stranger had spikey hair that stood on his head and a permanent smirk that refused to shake as he moved closer to us.

When he was informed that it was possible, he breathed in relief. Now he just to find a perfect, decent girl. While he thought about how he could find a woman like that, he turned his eyes to the car window. It’s already dark outside, and there aren’t that many people to be seen there, and the cars are few and far between. He looked around at the remote party near the bridge and seemed he saw something strange. He called the driver and ordered him to slow down. It’s strange why does he sees like there was a small voice urging him to go near that figurine. “ Mico stop for a while” he ordered.

The stranger paid no attention and continued sparring with her other captor. He chopped Patrick's throat, making him hunch over and grip his neck before the stranger brought down his elbow again, cutting into the back of Patrick's neck once more. This time, he fell to the ground in a heap. The stranger spun, kicking Anthony square in the chest and knocking him to the ground. Neither of them moved a muscle. Doriane crawled to the curb, pulling herself into a small pile of snow while trying to get away. Her clothes and shoes offered little protection to the bitter cold, but she had bigger problems lying ahead of her.

But I’m not so sure now that he invited a stranger into his home and still sees me as a random person. The stranger wasn’t just invited, she slept over and from the look of her appearance, must have slept in his bed. She had really fooled me with her kindness. I never saw her as an enemy when I met her and that was my mistake. Everybody is my enemy in the world of Dawson Briggs, the sooner I learn that the better for me. “Ten months of consistent visiting and never have I crossed paths with a stranger until today.” I glanced back at who made the statement and saw a guy approaching. He looks handsome and about the same age as Dawson.

The tavern women wanted me to join them, and even when I always refused, they still took me as their younger sister. It’s home. We bring him to our cottage near the eastern ridge, where the mechanics usually work. Well…“Cottage” is a generous word. It’s more like a giant wooden structure hanging dangerously over underground cliffs. But I like it. The stranger spends an entire week unconscious, and I learn things during that week. Like he hates loud sounds even unconscious, he relaxes slightly whenever I talk, he has scars everywhere, fights in his sleep sometimes, and hates the dark. He makes a small noise anytime I blow the candle or shut the windows.