ZADE.


    It’s the middle of the night and despite the stuffy weather that would never usually bother me, tonight I


    am unable to fall asleep…


    Not that I sleep easily, anyway.


    The ghosts of the past do not let you sleep, the skeletons in the closets are always near, ready to


    reveal themselves and right now there is one person who I never want to ever learn those dark


    secrets….


    Valerie Scott or rather Valerie Grace Astor, daughter of Beth and Lance Astor. The couple who


    outsmarted us to protect their children… and for years the Sable. didn’t even realise their children were


    alive… She has the brains like her parents, she just needs to work on understanding her intuition.


    I slowly flip the knife in my hand between my fingers, staring at the ceiling, the asional orange light


    from outside crosses the ceiling when a car passes by.


    The Sable…


    They- we are responsible for her PTSD. She might be a doctor, but she seems to be blind to the fact


    she needs help. How did her friends even allow her to be out here alone with that trauma and when


    they sure as hell know of the troubles that our kind are now facing?


    Thanks to what we did back then, everyone learned of us.


    The world has changed. Blowing our cover made us targets for the world, bringing us under intense


    scrutiny. We’re all forced to be registered. With a barcoded chip being ced inside of us, so we can


    be identified as werewolves as different. 1


    Zaia may be trying to fight against it whilst keeping the bnce, but the truth is, the damage cannot be


    undone. The boy had the power to make everyone forget. but she refused it and now!… now we are


    paying the price…


    Who knows if it is my upbringing, and the fact I have been forced to survive and trust no one, but I can


    see them turning on us. See them use those chips to spy on and keep track of us at all times.


    They already want to know where we are staying, already embedding these chips with a signal when


    we enter stores… Soon they will be watching us like criminals and it’s only a matter of time before they


    begin to hunt us….


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    I sit up, staring at the knife I’m turning between my fingers.


    What is the deadliest of emotions?


    Fear.


    When that fear loses control, they wille for us.


    Terrified of what we could possibly do.


    I’m not chipped, but it’s only a matter of time before they find me and try to do that to me. Not that I


    n to stay in one ce long enough…


    I was born an Alpha… but here I am, in a small town in the middle of nowhere, fixing cars to get by.


    This is the life I’ve resorted to….


    Is it better than prison?


    I’m not sure…. How do I get rid of the


    guilt when I’m walking free?


    Gaultier had gone after her back then… but it could have been me, only I refused to attack from


    behind. I smirk humourlessly staring at the de in my hand as I drop back onto my pillows.


    If I was the one to go after her… Would things have been different? Would I have gone through with it?


    Could her trauma have been prevented?


    I nce at the wall behind my head. She hadn’t left all day today, and there was silence from her


    apartment. She spent it in bed, that much I knew.


    Well, soon enough, she’ll get over her past trauma. Maybe not fully… because some things don’t just


    go away, but she’ll be able to cope with them. I’m going to make sure of it.


    I throw the knife up, watching it whizz downwards. For a second, I wonder how it’ll feel if it stabbed me


    through my eye… I know that pain… but I’ve blocked that memory out so it’s not so clear anymore. I


    don’t remember the sheer level of the pain…


    I catch it between my two fingers, the tip millimetres from my eye.


    There was a time when Lawrence Walton considered me a prodigy, the leader of the Sable… but when


    he realised I was not the one he needed, his attitude towards me changed.


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    “I refuse,” I reply quietly as I look at Gerard and Lawrence who sit there, at that


    grey oak table where they made every decision in their twisted n.


    “Did you say you refuse?” Gerard scoffs, irritation clear in his eyes. Whilst Lawrence simply smiles


    there’s no humour in it not anymore.


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