She shook her head. “No, but what came after does. People’s pets started vanishing without a trace. People started hearing wailing down by the cliffs. And some folks even began to claim that they would see figures tapping on their windows at night.”Chris raised an eyebrow. “Figures?”The barista sh
AvaAs we returned to the motel, I let out a sigh of relief when I saw our security team gathered around the vehicles, their engines rumbling in the mist. One of them waved as we approached.“Good news, Alpha Chris, Luna Ava,” he called out. “The mechanic got here faster than expected. All three car
He chuckled softly, but his expression quickly turned serious. “It’s okay to be scared, Ava. This place is creepy as hell. But I’m always with you.” He held his arm out for me. “Shall we?”Nodding, I took his arm and pressed myself a little closer against his side. The house was creepy, that was all
AvaFabian led us to a small sitting room, where he prepared a few servings of tea with shaky hands. As we settled into the plush armchairs, I couldn’t help but notice the thick cobwebs that hung from the corners of the ceilings and the musty scent of old fabric that hadn’t been aired out in some ti
I tried to keep my skepticism in check, but it was difficult. Ghosts weren’t real, after all. There had to be a logical explanation for all of this. But Chris, meanwhile, just appeared understanding.Chris cleared his throat, glancing at me. “Fabian, we were wondering about Moonshine’s artifact. The
AvaAs evening settled in, Chris and I made our way downstairs, our stomachs grumbling in anticipation of dinner. However, as we descended the grand staircase, an acrid smell hit our noses.“Is something burning?” I asked, wrinkling my nose against the sudden stench.Chris nodded, his brow furrowed.
“I hope you’re not wasting your finest bottle on us,” I purred as Fabian poured us another round.Fabian shot me an amused glance. “You’re the first company I’ve had in almost two months now. It’s only fitting.”Back upstairs, we settled in to enjoy our collaborative meal. The food was surprisingly
AvaChris winced as I gently prodded the large lump on the side of his head where that heavy book had connected with his skull. “Ow…”“I’m so sorry, Chris,” I said softly, feeling a pang of guilt. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. That looks like it’s going to bruise.”Chris chuckled, although he winced a