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SCARLETT GASPS, "OH MY GOSH!" AS she stumbles back, staring at me like she's seen a ghost. "Your face!" she cries, her voice trembling. Winter and Chloe appear, clearly confused. "What's going on, Scarlett? We heard you scream," Winter asks, not understanding the situation. Scarlett repeats, "His face!" her finger shaking as she points at me. Winter and Chloe step closer, examining my face with curiosity. "There's nothing wrong with his face," Winter says with a shrug. I sigh in relief as I realize my face has returned to its normal appearance. "But it was pale and ghostly, his eyes were red, and… and…" Scarlett stutters, struggling to find the right words. "You're just spooked from Chloe's story and teasing," Winter dismisses with a wave of her hand. Intrigued, I chime in, "What did Chloe say, anyway?" Winter takes a deep breath and glances between us, preparing to explain the strange situation. "Alright, here's the deal," she starts, sounding like a seasoned storyteller. "Chlo

SO, I'M STANDING IN FRONT OF MY DOOR with this goofy grin plastered on my face, thinking about the awesome time I had with Scarlett and Winter today. I get this weird tingly feeling when I remember the way Scarlett's eyes sparkled, and how soft her hands felt on my cheeks when she called me her hero. I'm just relieved that my little vampire incident at Chloe's place didn't totally screw up our friendship—if anything, it brought us closer together. But then, outta nowhere, I start thinking about Kylian, and his beef with Scarlett. Did she really dump his brother? I wanna know, but I don't wanna pry into her personal life, you know? It's none of my business. That's when I realize I'm still standing there like an idiot, clutching the doorknob. I shake my head, take a deep breath, and finally open the door. And that's when I hear it—this beautiful, amazing melody that just fills the room. It's the Lacrimosa from Mozart's Requiem in D minor, and it's like pure bliss for my ears. The vocal

SO THERE I WAS, STANDING IN THE middle of the woods, my heart pounding like a drum. Part of me was screaming to turn tail and run as fast as I could. Whatever had done this might still be around, and who’s to say it wouldn’t come after me next? But just as I started to turn, something stopped me. I wasn’t gonna be a coward. This was why I’d been training so hard—to be brave like my father. Now, I wasn’t quite as fearless as him yet, but I knew I’d never get there if I didn’t even try. So with my heart threatening to pound right out of my chest, I pushed down my fear and started towards the figure lying on the ground. As I got closer, my eyes widened, and a gasp escaped my lips. It was the alpha—the guy who was supposed to be invincible, for crying out loud—but he was in bad shape. Like, really bad. Dagger wounds covered his body, and blood was seeping out of each one. His strong frame was crumpled on the ground like a discarded rag doll, and the smell of blood was so strong that it

WHEN I REACHED THE WITCHES' COVEN, I barged in without knocking. The place still smelled like herbs and candles, but this time, the air was heavy with tension. "What did you do to me?" I demanded, my voice trembling with anger and confusion. “Why do I crave blood now?" The witches looked at me with serious expressions on their faces, and I could tell they were hiding something. Finally, they told me the truth—they had cursed me, turning me into a hybrid creature that was part vampire, part werewolf. The disgusting potion they had made me drink before killing me was actually the calcified blood of an ancient vampire, and it had changed me forever. They seemed almost satisfied as they explained what they had done. "Every full moon, you'll be stuck in your wolf form," they said, their voices laced with a hint of pleasure. "You'll be in terrible pain, and you won't be able to turn back into a human until the next full moon." Their words felt like a punch to the gut. I had escaped from

A GENTLE KNOCKING ON THE DOOR broke through the evening silence, sounding like a woodpecker tapping on a tree. Chloe, intrigued, gracefully got up from her seat and walked towards the door. As she wrapped her hand around the cool doorknob and opened the door, she was met with a surprise that made her eyes widen in disbelief. “Oh my gosh, Angel! Is that really you?” she exclaims with excitement and a hint of disbelief. He smiles back at her, all warm and friendly. “Come on in,” she says joyfully. Angel hesitates, eyes locked on the doorway, looking a little unsure. It's like he's expecting something to stop him from going in. But he takes a deep breath, musters his courage, and steps in. When nothing happens, a wave of relief washes over him. They hug, and as they touch, Angel's mouth waters, an instinctive reaction he has no control over. As his eyes fall on Chloe's soft, vulnerable neck, an intense hunger surges through him, like a switch has been flipped. He had to use every ounce