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The lost packs Night oath
*Amber* Jeremy lives through the afternoon, which is not the same thing as being safe. I learn the difference by the color of his lips, by the way the old medic keeps checking the dressing at his side, by how every few minutes someone opens the infirmary door and asks for news in a voice already braced for the worst. I answer them all. I boil water, count bandages, send food to the council room, check the window latches twice. Three times. Adis catches my wrist on the third pass. "Amber." "I'm busy." "You're shaking." I pull my hand back. "Of course I am." He is sitting on the narrow cot by the wall, elbows on his knees, dark roots showing through his damp white hair. Someone cleaned the blood off him. He still looks like a man pulled out of wreckage and set upright by force. I fetch a clean cup from the shelf because I need my hands doing something. Metal, not porcelain. The old habit rises anyway. My thumb taps the rim once, twice, three times. Adis watches it. "What is
The lost packs Terms of the living
ThornBy the time they bring Jeremy into the school infirmary, half the city already has three different versions of the mayor's death and all of them end with me either running, hiding, or preparing to sell Catrista to the Capitol.I stand over the narrow bed while Amber and the old undercity medic from the boiler district work on Jeremy under yellow lamp light. The room smells of boiled linen, iron, and the antiseptic sting that makes Adis go pale and silent in the doorway. Jeremy is breathing. Barely, but he is breathing.That is enough for now.Tjeck puts the ledger in my hand."Read the marked pages first."I do.Ela's runners. Capitol routes. Payments moved through shell accounts with Christopher's crest hidden in the coding. Clay's clinic stock. Batch numbers. Dosage notes. Obedience, confusion, compliance. Wolves turned into manageable things.My jaw locks so hard it hurts.Adis speaks from near the door, voice low. "It's real."I look up. He is standing rigid, one hand worryi
The lost packs Werehouse blood
*Adis*"What the hell happened here?"The voice comes from the loading door, sharp and breathless. I know it before I can turn my head. Tjeck. My muscles are finally starting to unlock, but only in cruel little bursts. Fingers first. Jaw. A twitch in my thigh that goes nowhere. I lie on cold concrete with Ela's blood crawling toward my boot and Jeremy half-collapsed beside me, one hand clamped over his side. He is trying not to make noise. That is how bad it is. "Trap," I get out. My tongue feels thick. "Two runners. Back wall." Tjeck does not waste time asking questions. He shifts course at once, a gray blur in human skin, then a wolf for three long strides, then man again as he hits the crates. A shout follows, one hard thud, another. Someone scrambles. Someone begs. The sound cuts off under a crack of bone. Jeremy sways where he kneels over me. Blood drips from his ribs to the floor in a steady patter that makes my stomach turn. "You stupid bastard," he says, voice thin with
The lost packs Of with her head
*Adis* Just as Ela’s hook descends toward me, time seems to stretch, every agonizing second feeling like an eternity. I brace myself for the pain that’s promised to swallow me whole. But then… out of nowhere… a blur of fur bursts from the shadows, leaping with a ferocity that takes me by surprise. A massive wolf tackles Ela, knocking her to the ground, the force of the impact sending her hook flying. I watch, wide-eyed, as the creature sinks its teeth into her shoulder, a primal growl echoing through the warehouse. The world feels suspended as they wrestle, the chaos of fur and fury overwhelming. “Get off him!” I scream, my voice raw with urgency, but my body remains frozen, still trapped in the grip of electric paralysis. I can only watch as the wolf rips into Ela, the struggle becoming more brutal by the second. But Ela isn’t done yet. Even as the wolf bears down on her, she manages to twist, her hook slicing through the air again. It finds its mark, digging into the wolf’s flan
The lost packs Searching for the truth
*Adis* The sun hangs low in the sky as I step into the abandoned warehouse, its rusted beams and shattered windows towering like ghosts of a forgotten era. The air is thick with dust and the scent of damp concrete, but I’m focused, adrenaline surging through my veins. I need answers, and I’m not leaving until I get them. Clay’s gang has been silent since his demise, but I can’t shake the feeling they know more than they’re letting on… especially about Zombie’s plans and why he took my place and erased my memories. I move cautiously through the crumbling corridors, my heart pounding in rhythm with my footsteps. Every creak of the floorboards sends a jolt of anticipation through me, but I refuse to back down. I pause, listening intently, hoping to catch a whisper of information, something that could help me reclaim the memory that was stolen from me. “Hey! You!” I call out, my voice echoing in the cavernous space. “I know you’re here! I just want to talk!” Silence hangs for a momen
The lost packs He will go to the Capital
*Thorn* I lie on my back, propped up against the headboard, with Teyla nestled beside me, her head resting against my shoulder. The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. My fingers trace gentle patterns over her softly rounded belly, marveling at the life growing within her. I can’t help but smile, a rush of anticipation flooding my chest. “I can’t wait to meet our pup,” I murmur, my voice low and filled with wonder. The thought of holding our child, of feeling their heartbeat against mine, sends a thrill coursing through me. I’ve always been a fighter, but this little one? They make me want to fight even harder. Teyla shifts slightly, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of joy and worry. “You’re not just saying that because it sounds good, right?” she teases, but I can sense the underlying tension in her voice. She’s worried… not just about the future, but about what’s brewing in the Capitol. I turn to face her, cupping her cheek with
The lost packs Her first kill
*Amber* Once again, I find myself armed, thrust into a war that Adis desperately wanted to keep me out of. The weight of the guns strapped to my hips gives me a sense of purpose, a flicker of hope that maybe I can make a difference, that perhaps I can put an end to the relentless cycle of death su
The lost packs Zombie’s evil games
*Tjeck* "Thanks. You can stop," Zombie muses. For a brief moment, I pause, resting my forehead against hers as we gaze into each other's eyes. Her expression is filled with conflicting emotions, and tears begin to run down her cheeks. "I am so sorry," I whisper before letting go of her and ste
The lost packs Too protective?
*Tjeck* That evening, I head out to the club with Thorn, Adis, and Mike. We settle into our usual table on the second floor, the atmosphere thick with anticipation and the faint scent of sweat, spilled drinks, and the electric energy that only a night like this can bring. From our vantage point,
The lost packs Declaration of war
*Amber* Kattie doesn’t hesitate as she swings open the door to the apartment, her resolve unwavering. She hasn't even bothered to draw a weapon; she exudes a confidence that is almost palpable. Clay remains slumped in the armchair, his expression unreadable. Zombie looms over the coffee table,
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