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It was a message. And whoever sent it— Had just started a war they wouldn’t survive.

Aria The basement of the rundown safehouse on the edge of the industrial district smelled of damp concrete, old iron, and dust. It was perfect. No cameras, no biometric grids, and completely off the Thorne and Vance maps. I had spent the last forty-eight hours setting it up, anchoring a heavy steel chair to the floorboards and checking the strength of the reinforced leather restraints. Tomorrow was Malakai’s wedding day. Every billboard in the upper city was flashing the news of the rushed Thorne-Vance corporate marriage. Victoria Vance thought she had finally cornered the devil. She thought she was going to walk down the aisle, sign the asset merger, and bleed Malakai’s empire dry.

There was shuffling on the other side of the phone, “HIRO!” “Yeah, Day,” I heard a soft murmur on the other side of the phone, though it sounded like it had come from under water. “DREA WANTS TO TALK TO YOU,” my sister yelled, causing my ears to ring, and my face to crease, I had 5 minutes of lunch left and I could already feel the death glare, but it would be nice to say hi, at least, “Ok…coming.” More rushed footsteps than the passing of the phone from hand to hand.

Probably my judge, the town Mayor. Upstairs someone was crying, no, sobbing heart wrenching sobs while the voice of the a young girl urged the crying woman to stop; Melanie and her mother. I could hear them as they went about their lives with prefect clarity like I was standing right next to them watching it happen. I could also hear their hearts some slow and steady others fast and aggravated but no matter the pace, all those hearts pumped blood through their veins. Hungry roared in my gut, like a beast demanding its next meal and I would feed it the blood of my enemies.

Running is not an option because it has been tried before and those who ran were always caught and killed. "Mother I am very aware of this. I know that you are all concerned in your way for me and I thank you for that. I will say that I know that there are many possibilities of what could happen to me, but I am tired of worrying over something that I have no control over. I wanted to enjoy the little bit of time that I had left. I have heard from the leaders of the village that this year there is only going to be one hundred males and females for the reaping, and out of that one hundred, only Michael is from this village. That means that most likely I will never be coming back here." I hear

“No one will know she’s a hunter if no one sees her.” Kira glared at her as they reached the gate. “There’s no getting out of this.” A smirk spread across Emory’s face as she watched the Faelan brothers welcome guests at the gate. Then she smiled, gently pulling Kira along before she could object or sneak in past them like she usually did. “Luka. Kyle,” Emory greeted. Kira bowed. “Alpha.”

Reyes and the camp maids, they’ve heard every single biting word. Kate’s face turns scarlet. She hurries to the door to disappear and retreat across the eight yards to her room in the 2nd house, the Latte House. As she swings open the door of the Main House, out of the corner of her eyes, she sees one person, Nathan, raise his right hand in the three-finger salute from Hunger Games.

"We will see who wins first, Brother," He stood up and smirked at me, sparking a challenge I won’t back away from. "Either your revenge... or my extortion?" My smirk also grew wider as I replied strongly, having no intentions of failing. "We will see," He let out a quiet jeering laugh and left me all alone in my undesirable thoughts after starting a lethal game. I stared at the crack in the glass with a blaze igniting in my eyes as I threw the glass away, shattering it to pieces.

He said, angry at the hunger that befriended Jennet at the moment. If hunger is a living human, Hue would have to punch it in the face and toss it into the void where it could never find its way home. Even if hunger managed to get back, Hue would go to war with pan and spoon in his hands, defeating it endlessly. Hunger, a third wheel indeed because nothing good could be enjoyed when it appears. Truly a mood killer! However, Jennet was thankful for the appearance of the unexpected saviour. Hunger had spared her purity from getting devoured by the man before her. She was grateful for it, very much!

She was carrying a tray of pastries and walked over gracefully, bowing her head before us. Bradley picked up one of the pastries—a hot cross bun—and shoved it straight into his mouth. Then, he grabbed two more before motioning for the maid to leave. His cheeks were full as he chewed noisily. I gave him a look of pure disgust, which slowly turned into a glare as he held one out to me with an awkward, guilty smile. “No, thank you.” I said, looking away as we continued walking outside. Outside on the grounds, gardeners were trimming the flowers, leveling the grass, and painting the walls. A few servants were on ladders, hanging a large floating banner that read: Welcome to the 31st Wolfville Bl