Novel & Cerita Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke Audiobook

This whole trip was a setup to get me out of the way. “Gamma Kael?” One of the elders leans forward, his voice pulling me back again. “You seem distracted.” I glance up at him, forcing my expression blank. “I’m not. Continue.” Inside, I’m already halfway to my car. They keep talking, voices blurring into meaningless noise. I hear words like “territory,” “joint patrols,” “mutual defense.” None of it matters. My chest burns with frustration, and every passing second makes me want to snap.

"Threatened to withhold the tissue debt if I didn't." He laughed, pulled out my chair actual chair-pulling, who does that? and we sat. The place was quiet, just low chatter and the hiss of the espresso machine. No cameras, no screaming fans, no kiss cams. Just us. "So," he started, pushing my cup over. "How's the post-apocalypse going? You look... less like you want to murder someone." I snorted into my coffee. "Progress. Yesterday I only wanted to murder half the population."

“What?” “…it changed…” Cold fear creeps in instantly. “What do you mean changed…?” He looks at me— serious— careful— like he doesn’t want to say it. But he does anyway. “…it didn’t die…” My heart drops. “…it evolved.” Silence falls again. Heavy. Sharp. Dangerous. Because we didn’t end it. We just made it something worse.

I can hear sirens wail in the distance, but they are too far away to save anyone. Finally, a voice answers. “Gabby? Are you okay? Did they get you out?” My dad’s panic bleeds through the line, but all I can do is sob. “Gabby, talk to me!” he demands. “I swear to God, I’ll fucking kill Damian if he let that Morelli girl cloud his judgment and you got hurt. I’ll fucking kill him!” “Daddy…” My voice cracks, strangled by tears. “The warehouse exploded. They got me out, but they’re not here. Maximus. Vincent. Damian. Please, Daddy. Save them. All of them.”

Mykhol is much warmer than me, thanks to the blood loss. It means I still have a long way to go. I think with disappointment. I was hoping my body would regulate itself by now. But it looks as though I'll need a lot more blood. Even now, I feel the bite of hunger starts to itch in my throat. I will need to eat again soon. “It’s a makeshift telephone,” I answer, moving the cup to my ear. I listen to find nothing on the other end. It’s dead silent. “A telo-what?”

But the line goes dead cause he’s already hung up, I lower the phone slowly, the silence in the room is deafening, no one speaks or moves and all I can think is What the hell is going on? Because this isn’t just bad anymore, this is a full-scale collapse and batshit crazy

Calvin took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging slightly as if the weight of the world had just settled on them. Then he spoke. “Because our Pack is dying.” I blinked, caught off guard. “What?” His expression was grim. “The Obsidian Pack is dying, Kamrynn.” His voice was hollow, filled with a deep, unbearable weight. “We’ve been cursed. The land is barren. Our food supply has run out. There hasn't been rain in months, the rivers have dried up. Wildlife has vanished. And the people—” His throat tightened. “They’re sick. A strange disease is spreading through them, one we don’t know how to cure. They’re starving.”

Richard’s POV The walk back down the corridor felt like moving through molasses, every step heavy, every breath thick, every sound warped around the pounding in my skull. The overhead lights seemed too bright, the floor too reflective, the air too sterile. My vision swam with each step, but I kept moving because stopping meant thinking, and thinking meant facing a truth I wasn’t ready for. I had just spoken to my father about famine, revolt, political collapse, about my brother being hunted, cornered, pressured into an engagement that could very well destroy him. I had spoken about riots, shortages, deceit, and a kingdom buckling under the weight of decades of mismanagement.

077 Fredrick’s POV “Are you even listening to yourself?” I was furious and even that couldn't fully describe how I was feeling. One would think that with the beautiful memories I had of last night, it would transcend into the remaining parts of our lives. Alora and I had had a shitty life combined, especially her. It didn't even help that even after she'd returned for her fresh start, things were still going horribly wrong. And the worst part, it wasn't just from one person.

"Well, I guess Yarra is to blame for all of this. If it weren't for her meddling, they wouldn't be in this mess. Mr. Belfort has really worn himself down. He must really regret it. I hope his wife gives him another chance." I read through the chaotic messages and then deleted them. They might have mattered once, but in the face of life and death, none of it mattered anymore. "What are you looking at so intently? You didn't even hear me calling," Edmund interrupted. I smiled faintly. "It's nothing. Are things ready?" He nodded, adjusting my blanket before pushing me back into the house. It wasn't that I was too focused, but my hearing was starting to fade. Soon, all my senses would fail me. I