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I finally asked, my voice quieter than I intended. He didn’t stop walking, his eyes scanning the empty roads. “I’m looking for someone—anyone—who can tell me what the hell happened here. And if we can still get supplies.” His brows furrowed as he took in the withering land around us. “It looks like the decay has taken over this place.” I squeezed his hand tighter. “The same decay we saw in the wasteland?” Rowan gave a small nod, his lips pressing into a thin line. “It’s spreading faster than I thought.”

"You haven't failed him. Not once. You've gotten him this far, and all of us too. We'll figure out the rest together. That's what we do." The swirling, conflicting emotions remained, but they felt less overwhelming now that I'd spoken them aloud. I nodded slowly, my hand still stroking Finn's back. "Okay," I whispered. "Let's talk about the house." Slashhh!! The sharp sound of something plate shattering echoed throughout the clearing.

"How long is that going to take?" "I'm not sure," She answered, her voice beginning to break from the other end. "Can we book another?" I asked in desperation. "Yes but they have already been fully booked." "Fuck!" I hung up, tossing my phone to the bed. "It just keeps getting better and better." ***

I mumbled, "Lately, Sean has been having difficulties with hearing." "Adeline, you're getting yourself worked up. Maybe he only needs attention." Reyna suggested. "The doctor confirmed it. His hearing ability is going dormant since he had refused to speak for three years now." ******* No sooner had I stepped out of the company when it started raining. "Oh shit!" I cussed. Anytime it rained, it reminds me of the hazardous rain that erupted trouble at my Pack. To my surprise, when I left the Pack, the acid rain stopped falling and my fear right now, was going back there and causing additional problems.

“There is so much I want to tell you. But honestly, I’m not sure if I can say…” “Is this about what happened to Evander?” She asked. My head snapped to her. We really hadn’t talked about Evander since it happened. We just continued on as if nothing happened. I imagined that we were both so happy and talking about this would only rain on that. “I’m sure that didn’t really sit well with Godric. I know you said you guys came back from the cabin in a good space, but how are you guys now that you are back to dealing with life. Is Godric still giving you grief about that night in the library? I told Alex, there was no way you knew those guys were coming here.” Audrey placed her hand on mine for a

Now we were doing our best to keep the chaos at bay. "Nah, man the demonic activity down here was high until about three weeks ago. Now it has all but disappeared. I have been freaked out by the drastic change." He sighed. I could hear the stress in his voice. "Well of course it has mother fucker you sent those bastards my way didn't you." I joked with him. "I've got a damn hoard problem over here." "Oh shit," A loud screeching on the other end of the phone followed Lucian's now serious tone.

"Go, it's enough for me to be the experiment." How can I force him to talk? And he groaned again. His mouth opened frantically. Is he unable to speak? "For God's sake. What do these women want, unfortunately, they have damaged my vocal cords. Shit! Go beautiful, enough of my blood and my spinal cord they took, nothing else." Bastard Thaddeus! Just one that you make like this bastard.I paused and this man looked at me worriedly "Too late" he said. "No, he must be stopped!"

“We have to fight.” Mike’s grip tightened around me. “We will. And we’ll win.” I wanted to believe him. I had to. --- The next morning, the weight of reality came crashing back. Zara burst into my room without knocking, her face pale. “We have a problem.” Mike and I sat up instantly, my heart sinking. “What happened?” “The ruins,” she said breathlessly. “They’re… changing.” Dread settled in my chest. We were running out of time.

“Was it weird, seeing him?” “Weird doesn’t even begin to cover it.” I hunch over my mug. It wasn’t weird. It was awful. She eyes me and sips her coffee. “When was the last time you talked?” “Almost two years ago. Right before the accident. But for the year before that, things were tense.” “Tense how?” She raises her brows.

Things still weren’t fixed, but they didn’t feel as broken as they did before. And for the first time since everything went wrong, it felt like we were actually talking instead of fighting.