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“Do I strike you as much of a monster as all that?” He was reading my thoughts again. I winced. He scoffed in annoyance. Desperate to change the subject I asked again. “Will you tell me what it said?” I scooted up the bed. Massaging my wrist where the shackle had ground into my skin. “It said there’s a roaming LightFly.” “What’s that?” “A creature that feeds on the spirits of children. And if a parent catches them, they turn into something that can mesmerize the parent.” “Like a light?” I asked. Imagining someone staring dumbly at a glowing beacon.

the man's red eyes glinted, his pale white face was adorned by dangerous glint. 'So, those werepups hadn't died. huh~' ***

" At last, Celia broke down completely. She clutched her head and sobbed uncontrollably. The livestream continued. The viewer count kept climbing higher and higher. Everyone was urging Bonnie to keep reading. Bonnie looked up at the sky for a moment and said, "Okay."

From the shadows, Alice watched impassively - though the death grip on her files and the suspicious brightness in her eyes betrayed her. Emma... your vengeance is complete. Somewhere beyond the Silverpaw Mountains, she hoped her friend's spirit was at peace.

Smooth. Echo binds my wrists. I watch its hands move. I feel the pressure. "Real," I whisper. "Yes," Echo says. "Now, sensory isolation. We must strip the noise." A blindfold covers my eyes. Earplugs fill my ears. I am alone in the dark. For a moment, the panic rises. The phantom hands return, groping at my thighs. Then, I feel it. A feather. It brushes my neck. Slow. Deliberate. "Feather," Echo’s voice vibrates directly into my mind via the link. "Left side. Neck. Real."

I had fought so hard to live, and I did not want to end it all now! An alarm was buzzing softly. That man had told his goons to come. I hid in a corner, waiting for the people in the room to leave after they heard the noise. Then, with all my will, I leaned on a nearby door and moved forward. Suddenly, I heard Adrian's voice through the wall, full of joy. "What?! Fiona's here?!"

I set the photo on fire with a lighter, and I watched in silence as it turned to ash. ... In the days that followed, I kept my tears and tantrums to myself. Slowly but surely, I let out the news and proof of my dad ditching his first love. Seeing him run around like a headless chicken gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction. By the time I left Cascade City, Rebecca and Nash's world had crumbled. The day before I took off, Calvin showed up at the Smiths'. "Heard you're heading to Zephyr City," he said, his voice so flat I could not read him.

If I was a vampire, where would I have gone? I looked around for clues, but there was nothing, absolutely nothing. I did not even find footprints, nothing that indicated which direction she had moved towards. Feeling defeated, I dropped down and sat on the grass, face to the ground. Just then, I noticed a silver ray of light flashing towards the north, it was dim, barely noticeable. But I had seen. And it felt like it was directing me, showing me. Somehow, something in me knew it had to do with her, the silver reminded me of her eyes, it reminded me of the first time I had seen her bathing in the river.

Before I could even make sense of it, Autumn flipped it open and began to read aloud. "February 1, 2024. The real daughter of the Westwood family, Autumn, came home today. She was skinny, dark, and scared of everything. Mom and Dad said she'd suffered a lot out there, and that I should always give in to her, no matter what." As her voice rang out, a giant screen behind the altar flickered to life. A grainy photo appeared. It was Autumn wearing a faded flannel shirt and cheap jeans, standing stiffly in the corner.

I checked Selena's Instagram to see she had been ill, and her mate had been by her side all night. I chuckled, hit 'like,' and wished them everlasting joy. Then, with my suitcase in tow, I left the cozy cabin without a backward glance. The once-delicious salmon and meatloaf sat untouched, then cold and unappetizing—much like the love between Harold and me that had grown stale. At the airport, I uncorked the vial from the witch and downed the bitter potion without a second thought. The witch had promised me that with just one sip, I would vanish from my people's awareness, so thoroughly that not even the Moon Goddess could track me down. Right before my plane was set to take off, I shot Harol