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I looked up after sending the message. The comments in the air were blurring, like static on a television with a bad signal. "What's happening? I can't see…" "The story fell apart, so we're being forcefully removed!" "No! I haven't finished reading yet—" The last comment disappeared before it finished scrolling across my vision. All the lights in the room were switched on. I had no choice but to squint against the blinding glare. The music on the huge screen stopped and returned to the karaoke's usual interface.

With a wave, I drove out of the pack, with Mateo standing at a distance. Entering the penthouse. I sighed at the emptiness. Thanks to Mateo, I got to have a good time at the pack. “Where have you been?” I stilled as Arthur’s voice echoed in the house. The light turned on, and Arthur leaned on the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. His hair was combed backward, to fit the black freed pants with a white polo he wore. But his eyes looked tired, so tired like he was sleep-deprived.

They dragged her toward the outer road, her screams fading into the morning mist, until she was only a memory of sound, then nothing. Shawn stood in the courtyard, my daughter in his arms, my son at his side, all three of them staring at the inner gates of the Pearlcoast Pack. The rain began to fall—soft at first, then harder, a spring deluge that washed the dust from the stones and turned the courtyard to mud. He did not seek shelter. He stood there, letting the water soak his leathers, plaster his hair to his skull, run in rivulets down his face. He stood there, waiting.

"Some things are better left in the dark, Leo. Not because they are evil, but because they are painful. You are finally happy here. Why are you trying so hard to ruin it?" "I’m not trying to ruin anything," I said. "I just want to know the truth." "Truth is a matter of perspective," Arthur said. He finished with the shirts and turned to leave. "Lunch will be ready in an hour. Don't spend all morning staring at that screen. It’s a beautiful day outside." As soon as he left, I felt like the walls of the room were closing in. It wasn't just the internet. It was the whole house. Every corner had a camera, every person had a script.

Arthur thinks I'm adorable and tranquil, like a baby, which makes me more appealing in his eyes. "Hey! Will you be staring at me all day? or will you close your eyes and sleep?" I questioned him before widening my eyes to peer at him. Arthur was taken aback, as though he had just witnessed a zombie come back to life. Because he didn't anticipate my action, his soul briefly left his body. He had no idea I was going to catch him off guard.

“What are you doing?” She didn’t respond, crouching to draw intricate symbols on the floor with my blood. The motions were precise, almost mechanical, and low murmurs spilled from her lips—a chant in a language I couldn’t begin to understand. “Things seen and things not seen, let this girl walk in between. Though they look, they shall not see. Grant invisibility, for I am Arson, Sorcerer of Furvus, and it harm none, so mote it be.” The blood began to glow faintly, casting eerie, flickering shadows across the walls.

5 | STRANGE THINGS Arther entered to his Blake Light Pack with his footsteps that looked very fast about right now on there. Arther's right palm which was holding on the bag of containing the cakes and breads even looked so much red right now, because Arther had already tightened of his grip on there right now. Arther didn't even pay attention to all of the stares and even of the respectful greetings that had already been given by all of the omegas in his Pack about on there right now.

Theo’s brows met as he listened to Arthur. “Why are you saying this to me? You are not even my messenger.” Arthur scoffed at his younger brother before shaking his head. “I want to fight a god who’s powerful, not someone who is fit to be a stalker.” With that, Arthur vanished into thin air. Theo clenched his teeth at Arthur’s remark. Everything went back to normal so he quickly snapped his fingers and vanished before Maddie could even see him. Theo didn’t go back to his world because he still wants to be with Maddie. He cannot afford leaving her now that he is used to her presence. He decided to gamble. He will show himself to Maddie and tell her everything because he will take her to his wo

She stared at the crutches at the door without moving an inch. Arthur, on the other hand, was very lively. "Aunt Vivian, I'm here!" He shouted when he entered the door. Vivian had a slow reaction to his voice. Her gaze gradually moved out the door, and she could not help smiling when she saw Arthur. It was a faint smile, but still a smile.

Elvis shrieked as he ran over, grabbing the box. “Is this for me, Mommy?” he asked. “Yes, it is. A little apology for not informing you I’ll be leaving for a while,” Arthur said. “Apology accepted!” Elvis said. “Grandma, I have a new video game!” he ran off. “I picked right then,” Arthur commented. “You did. How’s work over there?” I asked. “We ran into a little problem, but it'll be sorted soon. Don’t worry, it won’t affect my plans to come home.”