"Killian Jones." He answered smoothly. Ian's eyes lit up. "Jones? Are you related to Peter Jones by any chance?" Janelle immediately tensed. "Dad, he's not..." "Yes." Killian cut in, his voice calm and measured. "Peter Jones is my father." Ian's entire demeanor brightened. "Ah! It's so good to finally meet Peter's first son. He always spoke so highly of you." "Did he?" Killian murmured with a faint scoff, a subtle shadow flickering in his eyes. Not anger toward Ian, but the sting of old memories resurfacing. "Well then." Ian said, raising his glass, "Are you two planning to get engaged?" Janelle nearly choked on her food. "Dad!" she exclaimed, laughing nervously. "We just started dating, surely, there's no need to rush things." "But I must say, I like Killian. I thought you might bring someone... questionable." Ian said with a smirk. "But this, this is a pleasant surprise. I'm impressed." Killian offered a confident smile, his tone smooth. "Thank you, sir. I'll

Janelle got into the car and slammed the door hard. "You know sweetheart, you might actually spoil the door if you keep hitting it that hard." Killian said without looking at her. She turned to glare at him. "Stop with the endearments. It's creepy, and we're alone." "And if I don't want to?" he replied with a teasing smile. Janelle ignored him completely, the drive home was quiet. Killian didn't press her, and she said nothing. When they got home, Janelle went straight to the kitchen and made dinner. Killian knew she still had things to say, probably a whole storm of words so he braced himself for it. But when she finally called him over to eat, she didn't say a word. She just sat and ate her food silently, not even sparing him a glance. Killian studied her for a few seconds, then finally spoke up. "If you're upset, you can just say so." Janelle didn't look at him as she calmly said, "I'm not upset." Killian raised an eyebrow. "Right, and I'm the Queen of England." S

Tires were screeching along the way at a very high speed on Rachael's way back to Shawn. After the front and back, James decided to come with her. "I knew this day would come." James said. "What are you talking about?" Rachael asked. "Forget it Rachael, you can't understand." James replied and continued; "But I just want to let you know this. When we get to Shawn... you better run for your life." "What are you talking about, are we not going to him from dying?" She asked. "Of course we are. Why did you think I coming with you?" James asked. "Look I don't care about what you're talking about, we need to save Shawn as soon as possible. I just hope he's still alive." Rachael said as they hurried back to Shawn. Immediately Rachael and James got back to Shawn, his breathing was very slow as if it was time for him to die. "Shawn?" Rachael called. "Rachael, you gotta get the hell out of here." James ordered. "I can't do that, you have to do whatever he wants you to do to save him

"That doesn't make sense though?" "Does anything about this make sense, Silver? We have two monsters, Shawn and James, one of whom is Rachael’s boyfriend, killing dozens of people. But they spare her." Silver shook his head. "Maybe they still have some humanity left." "Humanity?" Luca scoffed, turning the car onto the deserted night road. "Humanity doesn’t leave a bloody trail of bodies." "So, what’s our next move?" Silver asked, his eyes searching the dark streets. "We find them. We figure out what they are... and we end this," Luca replied. Suddenly, the police radio in a car behind them crackled to life, with Luca's extra ordinary hearing skills he heard it; "All units, we have a situation 10-80 at Greystone Avenue. Multiple 10-54s. Suspects described as large, monstrous figure. Approach with caution. "Luca and Silver exchanged a glance. "Greystone Avenue... that’s just a few blocks away," Luca muttered."Step on it!" he yelled out. Silver hit the gas, the car’s engine

A soft groan stirred the silence in the dimly lit room. Luca’s eyes shot toward the bed as Rachael shifted, her eyelids fluttering. Her breathing quickened, and she winced slightly. Then, with a gasp, she bolted upright. "Rachael?" Silver moved closer, concern etched into every line of his face. "Hey, take it easy. You’re safe." Then he stepped out to get something outside, leaving Luca alone with Racheal. Her eyes darted around the unfamiliar room, disoriented. "Where... where am I?" "We had to get you out of the hospital," Luca explained quickly, "It wasn’t safe anymore. Do you remember anything? About what happened to you?" Her forehead creased, brows tightening as she tried to recall. "I... I remember driving... running from something... there was a monster." Her hands trembled as she touched her neck. "I remember now. It was Shawn and James." "Yeah," Luca replied. "They’re not human," he said grimly. "We’ve seen what they can do." Rachael’s eyes watered with confusio