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Chapter 11

Author: mortal_dreamer
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My eyes open slowly as the last remains of sleep wash through me. I look at the alarm that my parents placed on my bedside table, and I'm appalled by the hours: it's only 2:37 a.m. My ears soon find the reason for my brutal awakening as the voices downstairs get louder and louder.

I lurch right out of bed and rush to the origin of the chaos, feeling my heart kickstart inside my ribcage as millions of scenarios pass behind my eyelids.

"So, we wait until they kill all the packs?"

I catch the conversation midway through and immediately freeze. My body fills with horror as I take in the sight before me: my mother sits holding her head between her bony hands as my father stands right next to her with a hand firmly staked on the dinner table.

Henry tenses as he stares down at a paper I cannot read from afar. Devin paces the room restlessly with disheveled hair from picking at the dark strands one too many times.

"What happened?" I question with dread.

Four sets of eyes turn abruptly in my
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Alright, let's spice things up, shall we? What does Ryan really mean to Audrey, any guesses? The next chapters will be crazy, are you ready for this new world? Quote: "It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything." ~Chuck Palahniuk Alright, that's it. Until the next update. Stay safe, ~mortal_dreamer

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