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Carol began to doubt everything she thought she knew. Even Barry had been so certain. “Heh… You must miss the Wilson family’s Amanda too much, that’s why you’re so worked up.” Even Amanda was disgusted by her own words. But she would show Carol she wasn’t just back—she was back from hell. Evelyn had already been destroyed. Next was Carol. None of them would get away. Carol’s throat tightened. When she turned, she saw Benjamin standing behind her. Her face went pale as a sheet, and she squeezed past him, fleeing the room like her life depended on it.

Her eyes are wide, jumping from me, scanning around. “My name is Nate Blackwood. I’m the Beta of the Black River Pack. I came to have a meeting with your Alpha.” She gulps, checking me over again, and I hope she decides I’m not a threat. When she relaxes, her face contorts in pain. “I’m Carol,” she whispers, laying back. “Are they all dead?” she asks, voice shaking. “The only survivors we’ve found are two boys and you. They ran into the woods, scared of me.” I reply with my brows furrowed.

His body crashed downward, coincidentally landing on the Soul Collection Coffin. Crack! The seal attached to one of the chains actually loosened up. After that, the second, the third… Everyone stopped moving, wanting to see what exactly was inside this coffin. Carol was the only one whose expressions had changed drastically. She seemed to have sensed something. “Retreat!” she yelled. She was the first to retreat upward into the blood clouds.

On the other hand, Edwin positioned himself in front of the former protectively, already taking up his battle stance. Carol couldn’t help but shiver in fright. She fled the mourning hall like her life depended on it, not daring to take a step into that accursed place any longer. The Briewood elites turned sickly pale as well. They were supposed to be fearless, but what transpired earlier drilled raw fear through their thick skulls. Carol’s phone started vibrating all of a sudden. She ignored the incessant vibration as she muttered, “That guy’s a psychopath! We must never provoke him no matter what!”

I answer truthfully. The old woman nods. "That's how you know. They feed on fear and desperation. If you can keep control of yourself and not show fear, they won't be as attracted to you." I nod, taking in the information. "Okay. That's helpful. Thank you. You said they feed on weakened souls. What makes a weakened soul?" "Anyone who arrives here." My mouth goes dry. So that includes Alec. Have the wisps already gotten him? Could I be too late?

The kind that tells me she’s done playing nice. Carmen looks at me. “Cuz… are you seeing this?” “Yes. I’ve been watching the whole thing.” “I’m going over there.” “Please. Go. Because if I go, it’s gonna turn into something else.” Carmen starts weaving through the crowd. Then Keisha stands. “I’m going too. My girl is pregnant, and she might kill everybody, including the bartender.” Kole helps her up and taps her on the butt. I look at him like, Man, seriously?

Chapter 13 Evelyn’s POV I took a step backward, my heel squelching in a wet pool of warm blood. Panic slammed into my chest like a runaway train. The bags of fresh produce slipped from my numb fingers, apples and oranges spilling across the polished marble, colliding with the crimson tide painting the white tiles. I spun on my heel, my heart thrashing against my ribs as I made a desperate dash back toward the heavy double doors— "Where are you running to?"

The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death. Ren Lancaster's death. "You really look so much more beautiful when you are all on fire. Maybe I should marry you soon. What do you think, my queen?" I moved my hands in rhythm with the beating of my heart to form the phoenix attack.

Breaking free from Alec's hold, I inch forward. "Wendy," he hisses. Moving at a crouch, I sneak up to a tree. "I'll be careful." He sighs in frustration, but instead of trying to stop me again, he stays right at my elbow. We creep through the woods, the moans getting louder. Bright yellow appears through the trees, and I freeze. Someone's lying in the leaves and moss, their yellow jacket soaked with blood. And it's not just anyone. It's Professor Trowles.

Ralph said and walked toward Caroline in an attempt to kill her What is going to happen now?