Romans & histoires Wrong Target

Never fixed the actual problem. I was dead. Punishing them changed nothing.

I added. @Death Wish

What is wrong with me? ---

Fear coiled in my empty stomach as the werewolves moved toward me. My limbs were too weak to fight back, but that didn’t stop me from trying. I pushed against the ground, attempting to stand, but my knees buckled instantly. Beta Henry clicked his tongue. “Pathetic,” He muttered.

“But that’s not the truth. I was forged in blood and magic. I shouldn’t exist. Nothing like me should exist. I'm a fucking abomination.” Joel slapped Troy on the shoulder, and for the first time in hundreds of years, two enemies became friends. “I am sorry for what has happened to you.” He rose. “I like your plan. It might just work, but before I leave, we should establish a mind link.” “I agree. I will find Eduard and Magnus and forge an alliance with them. You go to Gadrial and do the same.” “Why don’t you go to Gadrial?” “I can’t go to the East, and you cannot set foot in the North. The risk in the West is the same for both of us, but I have a better chance of surviving an attack.”

Every day, she wore heavy makeup at home, and as soon as night fell, she would go out clubbing with her good-for-nothing friends. When Jacob saw me arrive, he excitedly turned on the TV, which was broadcasting the moment of the lottery draw. Jacob held his lottery ticket and checked the numbers one by one, terrified of missing a single thing. When he realized the numbers didn't match, he froze in place. "How is this possible? How? I was sure it was today!" he mumbled. His face went white, and his lips trembled. After he returned to his senses, he yelled at Quinn, "This isn't right! This isn't the jackpot number! Quinn, what's going on?"

No attempts to fix it. Just silent company in the dark.

“As it should be.” Neither man realized that they were standing on opposite sides of the same misunderstanding. William believed Raymond was confirming the match with Sarah Kensington. Raymond believed William was speaking about Marilyn. Both were satisfied. Both were certain. And neither suspected the disaster quietly building beneath their feet.