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He laughed, the sound making my insides feel a tad weird but in a way it felt nice. "I was clearly busy at the time," I began, my hand indicating my room and the apartment before us. "So there was no time to ask questions on whether anyone resided here, spirit wise that is." I gave a small grin. "Plus I didn't know what to say." "Based upon my observation you," Jem said with a light chuckle. "Cora," he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek. His touch was cool and still semi-solid. "Didn't you have any loyal friends to rely on growing up?" I shook my head to tell him no because in some way I always remained the outcast of anyone that I befriended. A loner who believed that trusting other

It took three days before they could come out of the fog, without Calhoun and his men ever taking a rest. Once they came out, they found themselves in another surrounding. It was still a desert, but this time filled with rocky hills, caves, and tent settlements made of animal hides. Calhoun immediately surmised that they had reached the territory of the Outlaws. There was no soul to be found in sight as he walked down the sandy streets. The sun wasn't as terrible as it had been when they first entered the wasteland; It probably had something to do with that fog, another mystery of the wasteland. The sky was bleeding red, and desolation could be felt enveloping the whole atmosphere. The small

Owen hesitates. And that’s when I know— Whatever this is? It’s *not* going to be simple. We stop just outside of a small town, tucked in the valley, barely more than a few streets and a handful of buildings. Owen stretches as he steps out of the car, exhaling. “Welcome to Red Pines.” Levi shuts the car door, watching him carefully. “This is where your guy is?” Owen nods. “Yeah. But don’t expect a warm welcome.”

Willow POV Stepping out of Osiris's car, I cannot believe what I am seeing. We are in a small town in the middle of Nowhere, Colorado. I was excepting a ghost town. I was not expecting to see the hustle and bustle of people coming and going. Shops are brightly lit with open signs out front. Children run up and down the streets giggling, dragging silver and blue balloons behind them.

They thought that moment would pass but what they’re not aware of is that it never does. The next thing I did was get Stanley to line up the two boys that started the fight at the gang’s hideout. I mounted my bike and took off. The hideout is at the outskirts of our town, a place no one has ever noticed. It has an abandoned building that was large enough to hide us and our atrocities. As I entered, I noticed everyone was around and the two boys were tied up. “Did you guys know what you cost me today?” I asked, bending down to their level.

“Then it’s time to go where the Council refuses to look.” --- By morning, they’d reached the outskirts of the northern highlands. This was unclaimed territory—once home to the Ironhide Pack, now a wasteland of broken trees and burned-out dens. The scent of blood and ash still lingered in the earth. No one ventured here anymore… except ghosts and outlaws.

“Yup. It is. All the killings so far have been on the outskirts of town so I wouldn’t be too worried. Just for safety’s sake though, I don’t want you venturing out too far with your friends, alright.” Georgia nodded even though she never did any ‘venturing with friends’ aside from going to the mall or hanging out at local coffee shops. The teenagers of Grayston County, Milwaukee were usually too obsessed with having their noses buried in smartphones to ever be like the rugged, outdoor-loving folks many of their parents were. “Sure, dad. I’ll be safe, don’t worry.”

From the elevated cab, I watched the world go by the moss-draped oaks of the Georgia line, the rusted skeletons of old gas stations, and the endless, shimmering heat waves rising from the asphalt. As night fell, we pulled into a dilapidated lumber yard on the outskirts of Savannah. It was a graveyard of rotting cedar and rusted machinery, but it was walled and easily defensible. The Wolves set up a perimeter immediately, their flashlights cutting through the thick, humid air like lightsabers.

Heather I watch the back of the grocery store like a hawk. There's no sign of anyone, and so I signal for Marlow to go for it. Darting out from behind his tree, he grabs a roll of bread from the dumpster and runs back into the woods, where Gregory, Brynn, and I are waiting. God, I feel so pathetic. Is this what it's really come to? Eating out of the trash like a raccoon? We're too close to Hawthorn to show our faces in public, though. School is only a twenty minute walk from here. Which means there could be Silver Hunters around.

I followed the faint trail, red mud, scuffs in the dirt, and it led me straight into the woods. They didn’t even bother to cover their tracks. Cowards never do. I knew the girls had something to do with it. But this? This level of damage? They had backup. Outsiders. I’d deal with the girls at school. Make them piss themselves with just one look. But right now? Right now, I had business to handle. Man to man. The trail led to the back of an abandoned training shed, where the air reeked of rust, stale sweat, and cobwebs.