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The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

He didn't care that I winced as the impact rattled my fragile ribs. Once he was gone, Ivy stood up, her height giving her an advantage she loved to use. "You’re losing them, Elara. The pack, the boy... the Alpha. You’re a human in a wolf’s den. Eventually, the den gets cleaned out." "You're right, Ivy," I whispered, leaning in so close that she could smell the expensive, human perfume I wore to mask the scent of my medication. "But when a house is cleaned, the trash always goes out first."

Her gaze dropped to the bike beside me, which I hadn’t even bothered to lock properly, and her brows furrowed again. "I… I came out to experience real life!" I blurted, grasping for an excuse to cover how pathetic I looked. "Experiencing life involves digging through trash?" Alisha pointed at the overturned garbage can by my feet. A few empty plastic bottles had rolled out onto the ground. An idea hit me. If I was already this deep in, I might as well commit. There was no way I was admitting I’d followed her because I felt insecure.

The city was always a palimpsest, one ruined past scribbled over another. They tracked the footprint code Wyn had left: stripes of chalk on a mailbox, a tangle of colored flag tape low on a hydrant, a spiral of broken glass under the stoop. The entrance to the stash was through a hollowed-out book drop, the inside slicked with someone’s old blood, too dried to worry about. Xander held the lid for her. “After you, boss,” he said, grinning even as his knuckles whitened on the handle. She dropped down, landing bad on her right ankle, but barely flinched. The air below stank of mildew and mold, the ghosts of ancient books, the rot of a city that never imagined it could fail.

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Dad called out, giving me an encouraging grin. Adley and I left the house with our stomachs full, bouncing down our creaky wooden porch as we had many times before. The crackling heat hit us full force, an instant sweat began to break out on the back of my neck. The scent of dry dirt lingered in the air, putrid and stale. I had read countless books about other places, ripe with fruit and flowers, full of sprawling cities and icy waters. This little town held none of that. You were lucky to manage a garden in this humid little town, as rain refused to come often.

A blast of cold air rushed up from below, smelling like wet stone, old blood, and something rotten beneath snow. The journal slid across the floor toward the opening. “No!” I lunged for it. Damien caught me tighter. “Leave it.” “No.” “That thing wants you closer.” “The book has been more honest than half the people in this town.” “It is not a person.” “Neither are half the people in this town.” The journal teetered on the edge. Pages fluttering. Glowing. Waiting. Then one page ripped free and flew upward on a burst of silver wind.

Chapter 3: The Nerd's moan The nerdy girl stood frozen in the doorway, her glasses slipping down her nose, her assignment papers trembling in her hands. Her eyes were huge behind the lenses as she stared at me bent over Harlan’s desk with his thick cock still buried deep inside my dripping pussy. She let out a tiny squeak, spun on her heels, and bolted. The door slammed shut behind her. I looked back over my shoulder at Harlan, my walls still fluttering around him. “Don’t stop,” I whispered, pushing my ass back against him. “I know her. She’s harmless. I’ll handle it. Just keep fucking me.”

Jacob could sense Rosalie's contempt, so he stayed far away from her. He never touched even a hair on Rosalie's body. The Stoneridge pack distanced themselves from her as well. She would eat oily and salty meals every day, and she deemed it abuse by the pack. One day, she encountered a serpentfolk who came from the swamp. The serpentfolk had soft yet handsome features, and he understood her very well, so they secretly pledged their lives to each other.