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[LISA BURNER: Your brother’s looking for you. I think he believes me that I don’t know anything, but I’m not sure. I’m deleting everything off this phone just in case. I have a bad feeling about this]

[AVA: Be careful. It might be better if we don’t talk for a few weeks. I just heard two shifters talking earlier today; it looks like they’re finally searching.]

[LISA BURNER: I love you, Ave. I’m worried. Have I been watching too many crime documentaries? Anyway, I’ll text you when it’s safer.]

I clutch my phone in fear, the plastic case digging into my palm as I rush out of the lecture hall. My heart pounds with a frantic rhythm, echoing the chaos in my mind. The two shifters‘ words replay in an endless loop, fueling the fear that coils tighter with each passing second.

Escape. I need to escape.

I weave through the throngs of students, desperate to put as much distance between myself and those who might be searching for me. The world around me blurs

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into a kaleidoscope of colors and faces, each one a potential threat. I can’t shake the feeling that eyes are watching my every move, that danger lurks in every shadow.

The bus stop offers a brief respite, and I collapse onto the bench, gasping for air. My eyes dart back and forth, scanning the crowd for any sign of pursuit. The minutes crawl by, each one amplifying the tension coiled within me.

Finally, the bus arrives, and I board with a sense of urgency, clutching my bag close to my chest. As it lurches forward, I sink into a seat near the back, my gaze fixed on the window, searching for any suspicious figures or movements.

their faces, their mannerisms, looking for any telltale signs that might give away their true

reaches my stop, I practically leap from my seat. Relief washes over me as I spot Selene waiting patiently, her bright blue

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I breathe, my voice trembling. She trots over to me, her tail wagging, and for a moment, the weight on my shoulders eases. Together, we hurry towards the safety

hands as sobs wrack my body. Fear, frustration,

presence in the midst of my turmoil. I cling to her, my fingers tangling in her soft fur, drawing strength from her unwavering loyalty.

The tears flor

that have been building within me. I cry for the life I’ve lost, for the family that has turned their backs on me, for the constant threat

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my feet, her piercing blue eyes regarding me with concern. A wave of affection washes over me as I reach out to stroke her silky

haven’t eaten properly since breakfast. With a groan, I push myself up from the floor, my limbs protesting

weary smile as I make my way

are soothing, a

I move through the motions with practiced ease, the sizzle of the pan and the

filling the air with a

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panic. The fear that had gripped me so tightly begins to loosen its hold, replaced by a steely resolve. I cannot let the threat of discovery paralyze me; I

from my reverie, and I turn to find Selene sitting in the doorway, the unmistakable glimmer of the purple crystal clenched between her jaws. A surprised laugh escapes my lips as I cross the room, reaching out to gently pry the object from her mouth. She’s obsessed with it, and

her several times over the past few months.

I chide, holding the crystal up

my nerves alight with a tingling sensation. I gasp, nearly dropping the crystal in surprise, but something holds me transfixed, my gaze locked on the mesmerizing play of light within