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She screamed at a little boy and left us to attend to him. “Sorry about that. Aurora is gentle but can be a little crazy sometimes” “She’s cute. I like her” “That’s funny though. You’re cute, I like….” He trailed off as he looked behind me with a serious look on his face. When I turned to see what had gotten his attention, it was Henry walking towards us with a smiling fucking Felicity Stonewallers in his arms. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Every day for the last month. Nausea rose in my stomach. Protectiveness hit me hard. I did not want Victor doing this to her. He did not see Clara as his wife. He saw her as a specimen he needed to keep in perfect condition. Track the food, track the rest, maintain the body. That was all. “This is wrong,” I said. Henry nodded. “I pulled the logs myself. He reviews them every morning before he even talks to her. I thought you needed to know right away.”

It was like I didn’t even matter enough to hate. “Where are you taking her?” a voice quavered from the crowd. Old Elara, I thought, who used to give me sweet berries when I was a child. “To her judgment,” Henry’s voice was flat, final. “Commander Valerius will see to it.” A new figure stepped out from beside Henry. Commander Valerius. I knew him by reputation. He was Henry’s most loyal dog, and twice as vicious. Tall, with a face that looked like it had been carved from granite and left out in a storm. His eyes were small and black, like a wolf’s in the dead of night, but without any of the wild beauty. Just cold, empty cruelty.

Even so, she had to accept. Clara only drank a few cups of beer and her head got misplaced, her eyes turned continually until she felt like vomiting everything in her stomach out. Ella was discussing with a guy, so Clara decided to go to the restroom herself. On getting there, she saw someone who looked like Henry walking past her with another lady. "Henry?" When Henry heard his name, he turned back and saw Clara. "Clara, you are here." He said with a smile. "Yeah...I just wanted to..." She didn't complete her words before she threw up, right where she was.

Freya explained. "Wait," Henry interrupted suddenly, bringing his face closer to mine, his look serious. Nervously, I looked at him, concerned that he might notice something. "Freya," he said, "have you noticed that your pet looks a lot like Kingsley? Both black wolves, and the look in his eyes." Freya hurried over, took me from Henry, and placed me on the ground. Then, she turned to Henry, asking, "By the way, is everything set? Where's Mavis? Didn't she come to Snowland with you?"

Dalton After I put Layla to bed, I return immediately to the shed. I look down at the dead man with a mix of pity and rage. He’s not much older than me. He was handsome, with blond hair and eyes that used to be blue. But now, they’ve started to decay into his skull. The skin is flayed from his fingers, revealing bone, but the rest of him is in surprisingly good shape considering how long he’s been here. I remember him. Henry, that was his name. Henry Swanson, from Mississippi, an architect apprentice who never made it back after traveling here to visit his girlfriend.