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Learned that real power required crossing lines that could never be uncrossed. I pulled a book from inside my robes. Old. Leather bound. The pages yellowed and were covered in script that hurt to look at too long. This was one of the texts we confiscated during the Moonborn purge. One of the forbidden volumes the Council locked away and declared too dangerous to study. But I studied it anyway. Because you could not control power you refused to understand. Could not fight enemies whose weapons you feared to touch. The book fell open to a marked page. A ritual. Old and vicious. The kind that required payment in blood and sanity. But it would work. Would give me exactly what I needed to crush N

"You know what? You're pathetic. You've already lost one kidney, and now you're down to your last. If you weren't such a useless wreck, you could've hocked the other one and at least split a grave with someone. "Are you mute? Say something!"

"Ladies and gentlemen," my voice rang out through the microphone, "I'm Lucas Baldwin. As you can see, I'm not this child's father." Gasps and murmurs erupted from the audience below. I caught a glimpse of Mom's and Dad's stunned expressions, Kendra's pale face, and Cody's panicked eyes. "Three years ago, I left home to work on a national defense research project," I continued. My tone was calm, though inside, I was anything but. "But when I came back, I discovered my wife had a child with my brother. That little girl is already two years old."

“Wanna go again?” END OF BOOK TWO

From now on, I'll truly make it up to both of you. I shook my head a little. Mom, there is no 'from now on.' Caleb is already dead. But even if I were still alive, she probably would not really make anything up to me. She did not like Caleb. I understood that the moment the truck crushed me and I desperately reached toward the direction she had driven away, while she never once looked back. In her heart, Caleb mattered less than Adrian's dog. Maybe it was because I had become a ghost, but I suddenly felt so cold that I shivered.

Not gone. At peace. The End.

The cold-hearted Don, the wife used as a pawn, the opulent estate, even the layout of the rooms was identical. Most terrifyingly, every expression and every word uttered by the Don in the book was like looking in a mirror. "Damn it!" I slammed the book shut, a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. "Don?" Lily looked at me with concern. "You look unwell..." I ignored her and flipped to the last page of the book. In the acknowledgements, at the very end, was a single line: "To the one who was once my whole world, and who personally shattered it. Even if he never sees these words, I want to tell him: I have learned to be reborn from the ruins."

"How dare you say that? You're the one who threw us out." She acted like she hadn't even heard me. "Caleb's health is fragile. He can't handle stress. Asking you to move out back then was for everyone's good. And besides, he feels bad about the hard times I went through in the past. He wanted to live with me in the places I used to stay." When I heard that, my hands went cold. Just like that, everything my dad and I had suffered through all those years became a joke. My voice came out shaking with anger. "So what? Dad and I sleeping under bridges, sleeping on park benches — that's just too bad for us?"

I set the file aside, smoothed out my coat, and looked down at the new project email that had just come in on my laptop. The glow of the screen reflected a calm, clear version of myself. Outside, Northland's snow fell steadily. Inside, I had the future I built with my own hands. Whatever regret Redwood Pack carried now lost its hold on me the moment I crossed that border.

" I left the courtroom, stepping past Harriet's mom, who sat on the floor, sobbing and hiding her face. It was up to God to forgive them, not me. I was just a human being. I was not in charge of handing out forgiveness, I told myself. They used up all my kindness when they tried to pull me down with them. Three months later, I sold my old house and moved to a new city to start over. Harriet and Daniel each faced their own fates in the end. Harriet, who was expecting a baby, got to wait for her sentence at home. However, it was not easy for her mom, who had to take care of the new little one all by herself. Daniel, on the other hand, had to start serving a long time behind bars. They got what