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other shoved me into a wardrobe, her hand trembling as she whispered, "Don't make a sound." I listened, barely breathing, as the snarls and screams filled the air. The p

believed in my story either. No one ever did. The world thought

they taught me things. How to create substances, how to manipulate chemicals-things the world would later fear me for. Drugs became my way out, and by the time I was

olves, vampires, witches. Things that weren't supposed to exist. It all brought me back to that night. I started reading everything I could fin

sn't just going to be the top drug dealer in California. I was going to be thei

know what you're doing. It's ironic, really, that the very thing that was supposed to ruin me-drugs-is now the tool I u

a chemist.

. It was as if the puzzle pieces of my life were finally coming together. The material explained that the academy-and the surrounding towns-were full

n. On that night, their true nature would be revealed. So, when the next full moon approach

ns transforming into beasts, their bones cracking and twisting until they were no longer human. It was terrifying, yet I felt a sick sense of satisfaction. I tried to

res had done to my family. I knew silver could kill werewolves, but that wasn'

meone I was certain was a werewolf. I kept him locked away, running endless tests on him. It took seven grueling months of trial and error before I finally found it-a combination of h

in my lab, they appeared-seven of them, out of nowhere. They didn't walk in like normal people; they materialized

u," their leader said, her

everything about me-my past, my plans, everyth

e can help you take down those who killed your famil

ngerous than I could ever imagine. At first, I didn't care about their request. Why should I? But

leader said, "we'll help you w

do was take out Kira Greymark, and the witches would do the rest. But deep down, I knew this wasn