The night was heavier than usual, draped in fog that seemed to cling to Adam like a second skin. Every streetlight cast distorted shadows that danced across the wet pavement, and every echo—footsteps, distant car tires—set his senses on edge. Tonight, he would test Kaleb directly. Tonight, he would draw the mysterious hunter out. Malick pulsed inside him, an electric coil of fury and hunger. Yes. Test him. Force him. Let him reveal himself. Dominate the board. Strike. Adam’s lips curved slightly. Patience first. Observation. Precision. Control. He could feel the thrill of danger surging through him, as palpable as the rain soaking his coat. --- Kaleb was not unaware of Adam’s interest. The boy’s awareness was uncanny—too precise, too subtle, too controlled. Adam had watched him long enough to know that Kaleb was observing as much as being observed. But tonight, Adam intended to provoke a reaction—force Kaleb to make a move, to show his true instincts. He positioned himself near th

The night had grown colder, the fog thickening around the school grounds like a living, breathing entity. Adam moved through the mist, senses heightened, heart pounding—not just with anticipation, but with the awareness that tonight, everything could change. The unseen hunter, the mysterious third party, had escalated the game. And now, the confrontation was inevitable.Malick pulsed furiously inside him, a dark energy coiling and uncoiling: Yes… strike. Dominate. Crush. Show them your power.Adam’s lips curled in a predatory smile. Patience first. Observation. Then strike. Control is everything.---Kaleb followed, quiet, tense, every movement measured. Adam could feel the boy’s growing awareness—the subtle shifts in posture, the slight tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes flicked to shadows. Kaleb was becoming a variable he could anticipate, but also a potential threat if misread.Adam considered the previous attacks—the careful execution of Derek’s assault, the precision of the

The night air was thick with fog, damp and suffocating, curling around the school grounds like a living, breathing entity. Adam moved silently, every muscle coiled, senses sharpened to the absolute edge. This was no longer a game of observation or subtle manipulation—this was confrontation. The unseen hunter, the mysterious third party who had been striking outside Adam’s control, was about to meet him face to face.Malick pulsed inside him like a dark storm, coiling and uncoiling: Yes… strike. Dominate. Command the night. Let them see your power.Adam’s lips curved faintly. Patience first. Observation. Then strike. Control. Every move, every breath, every flicker of shadow had been meticulously calculated. He could feel the ancient power within him thrumming, waiting to be unleashed.Kaleb followed quietly, his eyes sharp, muscles tense. The boy’s instincts had grown, honed by every encounter, every near-death dance of shadows. He was no longer a mere variable—he was a partner in thi

The school had never looked so alien. Hallways twisted in Adam’s perception, the fluorescent lights flickering like dying stars. But it wasn’t the electricity or the storm outside that made the environment feel wrong—it was the color. Everything, from the polished floors to the walls, even the mist seeping in through broken windows, was tinged with red. Deep, oppressive, suffocating red.Adam moved cautiously, shadows coiling around him like living armor. His pulse was fast, but controlled; ancient power thrummed beneath his skin. He could feel Malick writhing inside him, eager, hungry, tense.Yes… yes… the board shifts. They dare challenge me again. Let them see what power looks like, Malick hissed.Adam’s thoughts darted rapidly. The third party—the unseen, ancient hunter—was no longer content to strike indirectly. It had escalated. It had possessed authority, infiltrated control. The principal, several teachers, members of the school board… all were no longer themselves.---Adam s

The school was no longer a building—it was a battlefield. The crimson mist had thickened into a suffocating fog, shadows twisted into grotesque shapes, and the walls groaned as though the very structure feared what had transpired. Hallways were littered with debris, shattered glass glinting under the faint flicker of malfunctioning lights. The smell of ozone, smoke, and raw power clung to every surface.Adam moved through the chaos like a predator in his domain, shadows coiling around him, each tendril of darkness a weapon, a shield, and a sensor all at once. Malick pulsed violently inside him, exultant and wild, a storm of fury and hunger. Yes… yes… let them witness. Let the night itself shiver at my wrath!Kaleb followed closely, heart hammering, eyes wide. He had survived the previous encounters, learned to move in tandem with Adam, but this… this was beyond anything he had imagined. The school itself had become an instrument of battle, a distorted reflection of the chaos that had