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Chapter One

As night fell, the cold moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the ancient castle on the edge of the city, casting a mysterious silver veil around it. Emily stood on the balcony, looking at the forest in the distance, and felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Since moving to this castle, her life has become bizarre and mysterious.
The cold wind in October swept across her bare shoulders, bringing a shudder. Emily subconsciously wrapped her woolen shawl tightly around her, but she couldn't feel any warmth. This castle seems to be always cold, just like its mysterious owner Lucas Black, exuding an inaccessible atmosphere.
"Miss Emily," suddenly, a low voice sounded behind her, "You'll catch a cold if you're still outside so late."
She turned around and saw Lucas standing at the balcony door. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, and the collar vaguely revealed his strong chest. The amber eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, as if they could see through her soul.
"Mr. Black," Emily whispered, trying to hide the trembling in her voice, "I'm just admiring the moonlight."
Lucas took a step forward, but suddenly stopped. Emily noticed that his body stiffened instantly, and his nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing something. His expression became solemn, and a glimmer of wildness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed.
"Please go in," his voice was hoarser than usual, "It's not safe here."
Just then, a cold night breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a faint smell of rust. Emily saw that Lucas's fingers were almost pinched into the stone railing, and his knuckles were white. She couldn't help but take a step back, her heartbeat accelerated.
"I thought this castle was the safest place," she whispered, "after all, you are here."
Lucas let out an almost inaudible growl, "Some danger, Miss Emily, is much closer than you think." His eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight, "especially on a full moon night."
Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the distant forest, shrill and long. Emily was surprised to find that Lucas' pupils shrank in an instant and turned into vertical pupils like a beast, but the fleeting change made her wonder if it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight.
Just then, a cold breath passed by her from behind, accompanied by a chuckle. Emily turned around and saw only a dark shadow flashing in the corner of the balcony. When she looked back again, Lucas had come to her side, with a hand gently on her shoulder.
"I'll take you back to your room," he said, with an unquestionable commanding tone in his voice. Emily noticed that his palms were surprisingly hot, in sharp contrast to the chill of the castle.
Walking in the dark corridor of the castle, Emily could feel Lucas' presence, he walked behind her like a silent guardian. Moonlight poured in through the Gothic stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
"Good night, Miss Emily," Lucas whispered in front of her door, "Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't leave the room tonight."
"Why?" Emily asked subconsciously.
Lucas was silent for a moment, his eyes looked deep and dangerous in the moonlight, "Because the moonlight tonight is too beautiful, it will always wake up something that shouldn't wake up."
When the door closed behind her, Emily leaned against the door, her heartbeat still alarmingly fast. She could hear Lucas's footsteps gradually fading away, but she seemed to hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. She walked to the window and looked out through the glass.
In the moonlit courtyard, she saw a figure standing by the fountain. The man looked up at her window, and the moonlight illuminated his pale marble face - it was Draco, with a mysterious smile on his lips and a dangerous light in his eyes. When Emily blinked, his figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Emily lay trembling on the bed, listening to the wolf howling outside the window. She knew that she had fallen into a world full of dangers, and this was just the beginning. On this moonlit night, her fate was closely linked to two mysterious and dangerous beings, and there was no turning back.

Chapter Two

In the dead of night, Emily lay in bed, the faces of Lucas and Draco appeared in her mind. She could not resist the deep attraction, but she also knew that she was caught in a dangerous vortex. She knew that the confrontation between the two men was a life-and-death hostility, and she was just a pawn in their war. A corner of her heart reminded her to escape, but the deeper desire pulled her to stay in this mysterious castle, looking forward to the unknown encounter.

        Just as she was about to fall asleep, a slight knock on the window interrupted the silence. Emily opened her eyes, and the moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, making the corners of the room particularly dark. She sat up subconsciously, trembling slightly and walked to the window. When she opened the curtains, a figure was standing in front of her, cold and elegant.

        It was Draco.

        "Sorry, I scared you, Emily." His low voice was frivolous and indifferent, as if every word revealed his unfathomable darkness. His eyes were like two flames in the abyss, locking onto her with an irresistible force.

        "How... are you here?" Emily's heartbeat quickened, and her hands unconsciously clenched a corner of the curtain. She knew she should be scared at this moment, but Draco's unique charm made it hard for her to resist.

        Draco did not answer her question, but slowly approached, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "You know why I'm here, Emily. You've never really been afraid of me, right?"

        The moment he approached, she smelled the cold breath on him, as if it came from the night a thousand years ago. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she did not retreat, but was locked by his eyes, as if her soul was also attracted to him.

        "Draco... we can't do this." Her voice was weak, but she did not retreat at all, as if even she herself was struggling with contradictions.

        "You don't belong here at all, Emily. Staying here will only put you in deeper danger." Draco gently lifted her chin, with a smile on the corner of his cold mouth, that smile was both gentle and dangerous, "But if you want to know the real darkness, then come. I will take you to see everything."

        At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lucas' figure appeared at the door like a shadow. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were burning with anger. It was his possessiveness and anger that he could not hide. He walked towards Draco step by step, his hands clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he was going to pounce on and tear the enemy in front of him in the next second.

        "Draco, let her go." Lucas' voice was low and threatening, like an enraged beast. It was the first time Emily saw him so out of control, his eyes were like a ball of unextinguishable fire, revealing uncontrollable anger and possessiveness.

        Draco smiled slightly, released Emily's chin, and looked at Lucas provocatively. "Don't you understand yet? She doesn't belong to you. The savagery of the wolf tribe is nothing but a bondage to her, and I can give her true freedom."

        "The 'freedom' you mentioned will only make her fall into darkness. You don't understand what true protection is." Lucas sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He slowly stepped forward, blocked Emily, and protected her behind him. That was his attitude as the wolf king, firm and unshakable.

        Emily was sandwiched between the two, feeling her heartbeat speed up, as if breathing became difficult. These two completely different forces intertwined and collided in front of her, making it impossible for her to decide which side to choose.

        Draco raised the corners of his mouth and slowly took a step back, his eyes still on Emily. "Emily, one day you will find that he can't satisfy the desire in your heart. And I am your true home."

        As soon as the voice fell, Draco's figure disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.

        Lucas looked at the empty room, his fists gradually loosened, but the anger and worry in his eyes remained. He turned around and looked at Emily softly, but his eyes still flashed with contradictions and forbearance.

        "Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, with a trace of undisguised concern in his voice.

        Emily nodded, but her heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. She knew that she had fallen too deep. She could not let go of these two men easily, nor could she easily resist them. A complex emotion surged in her heart, which was a dangerous and fatal attraction.

        "Lucas, I..." She wanted to say something, but lost her words when she met his eyes.

        "Don't get close to him." Lucas' voice was low, with a hint of pleading and warning, "I know you feel confused, but Draco is not what you think. He will only drag you into the darkness, and I won't let him hurt you."

        Emily just looked at him silently, and a touch of uncertainty gradually rose in her heart. She knew that this was not just a war, but a contest of feelings and desires. In this dangerous triangle relationship, she has gone too far and can never turn back.

Chapter Three

Emily stayed awake all night. The wind outside the window blew through the woods, making a low moan, as if the whole castle was whispering in her ear. She curled up in bed, recalling Draco's cold smile and Lucas's deep eyes. Two completely different attractions stirred in her heart, making her lost on the edge of danger and desire.

        When the sky was slightly bright, she made a decision. She had to figure out what she wanted, the wildness and protection of the wolf tribe, or the mystery and temptation of the vampire. She got up and walked out of the room, walked through the deserted corridor, and came to the door of Lucas's study.

        The door of the study was slightly open, and a whisper came from inside. Emily stood outside the door and pricked up her ears to listen.

        "She is innocent, Lucas." A low and gentle female voice came from Lucas's sister, Leila. Emily had heard rumors about her. Leila was the wisest prophet in the wolf tribe and could always see fragments of the future.

        "I know, Leila." Lucas' voice was hoarse, as if he had struggled all night, "but I can't control myself, I can't suppress my desire for her. I'm afraid that if she stays with me, she will only be swallowed by my darkness."

        Emily's heart trembled, and she raised her hand to push open the door.

        "Lucas." Her voice was abrupt and firm in the silent room.

        The two turned around and saw her standing at the door with a hint of determination in her eyes. She walked slowly towards Lucas, looked up at him, with a hint of determination and inquiry in her eyes.

        "I know you protect me, but I'm not a fragile child." Her voice was calm and firm, "I need to know the truth. Why are you always so hesitant? And why is Draco so persistent in approaching me?"

        Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his eyes wandering on her face, as if he was weighing whether to tell her everything. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

        "Emily, the fate of our werewolves is usually determined at birth. The wolf tribe has a unique ability to perceive its partner. When we find that person, we will feel an attraction that cannot be ignored... and you are my destined partner." Lucas spoke in a low voice, with pain and desire flashing in his eyes.

        Emily's heartbeat accelerated, and thousands of emotions surged in her mind, both shocked and confused. She never thought that she would become his destined partner, and his possessiveness and protectiveness of her turned out to come from this ancient bond.

        She asked softly: "What about Draco? Why is he so obsessed with me?"

        Lucas's eyes became more gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Draco's tribe never believed in fate. They prefer to dominate their own future. And he believes that as long as he possesses you, he can destroy me and the traditional beliefs of the wolf tribe. So, he is not sincere to you, but to weaken my power."

        Emily's heart suddenly tightened, and a hint of anger and loss surged in her eyes. However, she also felt a little unwilling, as if she was just a tool in this struggle, being fought over and torn by the two, and she had no right to control herself.

        "So, Lucas, are you sincere? Is it just fate for me?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice, and her eyes became cold.

        Lucas was stunned, as if he was hurt by her question. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "Emily, I can't deny the existence of fate, but I can't ignore my feelings for you." He gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection and desire, "Whether it is fate or something else, I am willing to give up everything for you."

        Just then, a slight sound came from outside the window. Emily turned back suddenly and saw a pair of dark red eyes flashing outside the window, like a flame in the dark, and the familiar cold breath startled her heart.

        It was Draco.

        He stood outside the window, sneering at them, as if everything was under his control. He knocked on the window lightly, his voice cold and full of provocation: "I don't think it's possible to talk about 'betraying' everything here, Lucas. You can't protect her because she will eventually come to me."

        Lucas' eyes immediately became cold and dangerous. He stood in front of Emily, glared at Draco outside the window, and growled in a low voice: "Stay away from her, Draco. You can't force her to choose darkness."

        Draco smiled slightly, his eyes full of evil confidence. He raised his eyebrows at Emily, as if everything was under his control. "Dear Emily, you will find that the bright world cannot satisfy your desire. And darkness - is your destination." After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared into the night.

        The room returned to silence, but the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Emily looked at the empty darkness outside the window, feeling both fear and desire in her heart. She could no longer deny Draco's attraction to her, and the danger and mystery made her heart beat faster.

        Lucas noticed her hesitation, and a trace of pain and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Emily, don't get close to him. His darkness will devour you and make you lost in the endless night."

        She didn't respond, but just looked at him silently, her heart full of complicated emotions. She knew that she could no longer simply withdraw from the two of them. Her fate had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex, and the only thing she could do was to follow her heart and touch the unknown darkness.

Chapter Four

As autumn deepened, the forest surrounding the castle donned a cloak of gold and crimson. Yet Emily felt none of the season's warmth. Since that night's revelation, her mind had been in constant turmoil, with Lucas's truth and Draco's temptation intertwining like two serpents in her thoughts, leaving her breathless.

        That evening, Emily found herself alone in the castle's library, searching through ancient tomes for any mention of werewolves and vampires. As she focused on a yellowed manuscript, the air suddenly turned cold. Looking up, she found Draco standing across from her, his appearance as silent as shadow.

        "Seeking truth, my dear Emily?" Draco leaned elegantly against the bookshelf, wearing a deep purple silk shirt that made his skin appear even paler. "But you know, written accounts are often one-sided."

        Emily instinctively stepped back. "Why do you always appear like this? It's unsettling."

        Draco chuckled softly, moving toward her with fluid grace. "Because I enjoy seeing you startled. It makes you even more enticing." His fingers traced her cheek, the cold touch making her shiver. "Lucas told you I'm merely using you, but did he mention that his fate is actually a chain binding him?"

        Emily froze. "What do you mean?"

        "The werewolves' so-called destined mates are nothing but constraints in their bloodline," Draco's voice carried a hypnotic power. "They're forced to love someone, forced to protect them. Isn't that tragic? While I..." his gaze deepened, "I choose you because I'm truly drawn to you."

        A low growl suddenly echoed from the doorway. Lucas stood there, his eyes now golden, filled with rage. "Step away from her, Draco!" His voice carried an unmistakable threat.

        Instead of retreating, Draco pulled Emily closer. "Why so angry, Lucas? Is it because I spoke the truth, or because you fear she might choose me?"

        The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut. Emily could feel the energy between the two men threatening to tear the room apart. Lucas's body trembled as he fought to control the beast within.

        "Enough!" Emily suddenly shouted, "What am I to both of you? Some trophy to be won?" Her voice carried both anger and hurt.

        Both men froze. Pain flashed across Lucas's eyes, while Draco's expression turned contemplative.

        Emily pushed away from Draco and walked toward the door, but paused beside Lucas. "You say I'm your destiny, but have you considered my feelings?" Her voice was soft but accusatory. "And you, Draco, if you truly cared for me, you wouldn't use me as a weapon against him."

        She hurried from the library, and only when she reached the corridor did her tears finally fall. She didn't know whom to trust - Lucas, chosen by fate, or Draco, who chose her himself? More importantly, she began to question whether she truly understood her own heart.

        As night fell, Emily stood on her balcony. Wolves howled in the distant forest, while somewhere in the castle, she thought she heard the flutter of bat wings. Everything reminded her that she stood at the crossroads between two worlds, and she had to make a choice.

        Then she noticed items on the balcony railing: a rose as black as night with a blood-red sheen - Draco's mark. Beside it lay a wolf fang necklace, a werewolf protection charm, obviously left by Lucas.

        Emily gently touched both items, her internal conflict growing stronger. She knew that choosing either would alter her destiny forever. But more importantly, she needed to understand what her heart truly desired.

        As moonlight bathed the castle grounds, Emily realized that her decision wouldn't just be about choosing between two men - it was about choosing what kind of life she wanted, and more importantly, who she wanted to become.

Chapter Five

The following days in the castle were filled with an unbearable tension. Emily found herself constantly caught between shadows and silence, between warmth and cold. Every corner seemed to hold either Lucas's protective presence or Draco's seductive whispers. The weight of their attention was becoming increasingly suffocating.

        One particularly cold morning, Emily discovered a mysterious leather-bound book in the library's restricted section. Its pages contained ancient prophecies about the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires. As she read, her hands trembling, she found something that made her blood run cold.

        'When the moon bleeds red and the night grows teeth, a choice will be made that breaks the ancient cycle. A mortal's heart shall tip the balance, bringing either eternal darkness or salvation to both races.'

        "Interesting reading material," Leila's voice suddenly came from behind. Lucas's sister moved like a ghost, her silver eyes holding centuries of wisdom. "I've been waiting for you to find this."

        Emily closed the book carefully. "Is this... about me?"

        Leila's expression remained enigmatic. "The prophecy speaks of a mortal who stands between our worlds. But prophecies, dear Emily, are like rivers - they show the destination, but the path taken is always your choice."

        "What happens if I choose wrong?" Emily's voice wavered.

        "There is no wrong choice, only consequences," Leila replied, her voice gentle but firm. "But I must warn you - the blood moon approaches, and with it, a moment of truth that will change everything."

        Before Emily could ask more questions, a commotion erupted from the castle grounds. They rushed to the window to see Lucas and Draco facing each other in the courtyard, their postures tense with barely contained violence.

        "You've crossed the line, Draco," Lucas's voice carried up to them, filled with fury. "You dare to mark our territory?"

        Draco's laugh was cold and mocking. "Territory? This stopped being about territory the moment she arrived. Or are you afraid she's already choosing me?"

        Emily watched in horror as Lucas's form began to shift, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. The morning sun caught his golden eyes, now burning with primal rage. Draco's own transformation was more subtle - his pale skin taking on an otherworldly sheen, his movements becoming impossibly fluid.

        "Stop!" Emily's voice rang out across the courtyard. Both men froze, their attention snapping to her window. "This has to end!"

        She turned to rush downstairs, but Leila caught her arm. "Be careful, Emily. The blood moon is three days away. Under its light, both races lose control of their darker natures. And you..." she paused meaningfully, "you will be at your most vulnerable."

        When Emily reached the courtyard, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Lucas immediately moved to her side, his protective instinct evident in every motion. But it was Draco who spoke first.

        "My apologies for the disturbance, dear Emily," his voice was silk over steel. "But perhaps it's time you understood the full scope of what you're involved in." He pulled an ancient medallion from his coat. "This belongs to your grandmother. She wasn't just any woman - she was a guardian, keeper of the balance between our races."

        Emily's world tilted. "My grandmother? But she died when I was young..."

        "She was murdered," Lucas cut in, his voice heavy with old pain. "By those who wanted to destroy the peace between our kinds. And now, as her descendant, you inherit her role - and her enemies."

        The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Suddenly, everything made more sense - the mysterious circumstances that led her to the castle, both men's intense interest in her, the prophecy. She wasn't just caught between two supernatural beings; she was part of an ancient legacy.

        "The blood moon comes," Draco said softly, his eyes locked on Emily. "And with it, powers long dormant will awaken. You'll need to choose not just between us, Emily, but between two paths for both our races."

        As if in response to his words, clouds gathered overhead, casting strange shadows across the courtyard. Emily felt something stir within her, something old and powerful, like a sleeping giant finally beginning to wake.

        Lucas moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill air. "Whatever you choose, Emily, know that my protection isn't just about fate or duty anymore. It's about-"

        But before he could finish, a piercing scream cut through the air. All three turned to see Leila collapsed at the castle entrance, her silver eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the sky.

        "It's coming," she gasped. "The blood moon... it's coming early. And with it, they're returning - the ones who killed your grandmother. They're coming for Emily."

        In that moment, as Emily looked between Lucas and Draco, she realized that her choice might not be about love at all - it might be about survival.

Prolog (1)

Demikianlah kamu akan menghukum orang-orang yang bersalah.

Sehingga semua orang yang mendengar tindakanmu akan gemetar dan berhenti melakukan kejahatan.

Engkau tidak boleh menunjukkan belas kasihan: Nyawa harus dibayar dengan nyawa, mata ganti mata,

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PROLOG

Ketika saya mencoba untuk mengumpulkan bagaimana seluruh kekacauan ini dimulai, sebagian dari diri saya berpikir bahwa hal ini mungkin telah dimulai lebih dari tiga puluh tahun yang lalu. Setidaknya benih-benihnya sudah ditanam sejauh itu, pada awal tahun 1980-an. Apa yang terjadi saat itu, di perkemahan musim panas di Texas, menjadi awal dari segala sesuatu yang akan datang.

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Kadang-kadang saya mencoba membayangkannya, bagaimana perasaannya - gadis berusia sebelas tahun itu - saat dia berlari, tersandung dan tersandung melalui hutan malam itu. Saya mencoba menempatkan diri saya pada posisinya. Ketika saya melakukannya, saya bertanya-tanya apakah dia ketakutan.

Apakah dia mengerti konsekuensi dari apa yang akan dia hadapi? Saya membayangkan hal itu terasa seperti dunia lain baginya, seperti mimpi. Tapi bukan mimpi yang baik. Tidak, salah satu mimpi yang buruk - mimpi yang membuat jantung Anda seperti mesin senapan saat Anda mencoba berlari lebih cepat dari sesuatu yang gelap yang mengejar Anda. Tetapi semakin cepat Anda mencoba untuk berlari, semakin lambat Anda melangkah, kaki Anda terasa lemas, kikuk, tidak berguna. Kepanikan mulai muncul. Air mata frustrasi terbentuk. Rasa takut menguasai dan tidak mau melepaskannya. Anda membuka mulut Anda untuk berteriak tetapi menyadari, dengan kengerian Anda, bahwa Anda lumpuh. Bukannya Anda tidak bisa berteriak; Anda bahkan tidak bisa bernapas. Bukan mimpi - sebuah mimpi buruk.

Kemudian lagi, semua itu mungkin hanya imajinasi saya. Bisa saja saya memproyeksikan apa yang mungkin saya rasakan pada Joan.

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Benar, di luar gelap. Malam itu berbau hujan, tetapi tidak ada petir, hanya gemuruh guntur yang jauh mengisyaratkan badai di kejauhan. Tidak ada lampu jalan, tidak ada jarak pandang kecuali bulan yang sesekali mengintip dari balik awan. Tapi, Joan pernah menyusuri jalan setapak ini sebelumnya. Dia berlari menuju kabin utama.

Ia telah berada di Camp Willow selama hampir dua minggu penuh. Ia telah naik dan turun di jalan setapak itu setidaknya sepuluh kali sehari, setiap hari. Tentu saja, itu terjadi pada siang hari, dan selalu bersama temannya, atau seorang konselor perkemahan (anak-anak menyebutnya pemimpin pasukan).

Joan tidak pernah berada di jalan setapak pada malam hari. Dan tidak pernah sendirian.

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Orang dewasa tahu bahwa kejahatan tumbuh subur dalam kegelapan.

Hutan bukanlah tempat yang aman bagi seorang gadis kecil untuk sendirian di siang hari. Tapi di malam hari?

Setiap pejalan kaki yang berpengalaman akan memberitahu Anda bahwa hutan berubah di malam hari. Penanda terlihat berbeda. Persepsi kedalaman akan berkurang, bahkan pada mata yang masih muda.

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Berbelok ke kanan di crape myrtles akan membawa Anda kembali ke perkemahan utama. Jika Anda melewatkan belokan, jalan setapak terus berkelok-kelok hingga mencapai pemandangan indah yang turun lima puluh kaki ke sungai dan bebatuan bergerigi di bawahnya.

Pada siang hari, bunga-bunga fuchsia itu tidak mungkin terlewatkan. Tetapi pada malam hari, landmark itu hanya akan berbaur dengan latar belakang.

Anda lihat, tidak ada bunga merah muda yang cantik di hutan pada malam hari.

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Untuk menjawabnya, saya harus menceritakan sedikit tentang Joan terlebih dahulu.

Joan adalah seorang gadis kecil yang manis dan cerdas. Mereka yang tidak mengenalnya dengan baik mungkin salah mengira bahwa sifat ingin tahunya itu sebagai sifat dewasa sebelum waktunya. Tapi dia tidak begitu. Faktanya, dia sangat hormat dan bertanggung jawab, sebagaimana yang cenderung dilakukan oleh kakak perempuan.

Dia juga salah satu dari anak-anak yang tidak takut untuk mengutarakan pikiran mereka. Begitulah cara orang tuanya membesarkannya. Dia berasal dari salah satu jenis keluarga di mana orang tua berbicara kepada anak-anak mereka seolah-olah mereka sudah dewasa. Dan anak-anak melakukan hal yang sama. Tidak ada basa-basi.

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Dia tidak mulai takut malam itu. Dia mulai penasaran. Menyelinap di sekitar setelah lampu-out. Mengintai. Dia menyebutnya "memata-matai."

Ini alamiah pada anak kecil, perilaku ini. Visceral. Primordial. Jika Anda memiliki anak, Anda tahu apa yang saya bicarakan. Evolusi telah tertanam sesuatu ke dalam diri anak-anak yang mengatakan: Kita harus belajar bagaimana memata-matai orang lain. Bagaimana cara mengumpulkan informasi "rahasia". Bagaimana cara menguntit. Kita harus belajar menjadi predator, atau kita akan menjadi mangsa.

Ini adalah bagian dari tumbuh dewasa. Itu semua menyenangkan dan menyenangkan.

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Joan melewati batas itu saat dia mendekati kabin yang dia rencanakan untuk dimata-matai.

Dia tahu anak-anak ini. Dia telah mengawasi mereka selama beberapa hari terakhir, menguping saat makan siang, hal semacam itu. Dia mendengar mereka berbicara, tapi dia tidak percaya apa yang mereka rencanakan itu benar.

Jika benar, dia harus melakukan sesuatu.

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Joan merayap diam-diam, dengan sengaja di antara kolam-kolam cahaya. Begitu sampai di kabin, ia berhenti sejenak. Dia bisa mendengar suara-suara. Meskipun sudah jauh melewati lampu mati, pasti ada sesuatu yang terjadi di sana.

Dengan hati-hati, dia mengangkat dirinya cukup untuk melihat ke dalam jendela, lalu dengan cepat menurunkan dirinya. Dia melihat mereka-ia tidak yakin apakah mereka bisa melihatnya, apakah mereka melihat ke arahnya atau tidak.

Dia mendengarkan dengan seksama, mencoba untuk mengetahui apa yang mereka lakukan. Tetapi satu-satunya hal yang bisa didengarnya adalah detak jantungnya yang berdegup kencang pada tulang rusuknya, dering darah di telinganya. Dia meletakkan tangannya di atas mulutnya untuk membungkam nafas yang datang begitu cepat dan dangkal sehingga dia mulai merasa pusing.

Prolog (2)

Perlahan-lahan ia mengintip ke jendela lagi, dan melihat tidak ada seorang pun yang melihat ke arahnya. Matanya sudah menyesuaikan diri dengan kegelapan. Meskipun begitu, butuh beberapa saat bagi otaknya untuk mencatat apa yang sedang terjadi, dan beberapa detik lagi untuk benar-benar memahami apa yang dilihatnya.

Mulut Joan ternganga. Dia tidak percaya apa yang terjadi, apa yang mereka lakukan. Dia menganga, tanpa sadar menahan napas, menatap.

Ada peraturan di Perkemahan Willow. Apa yang boleh dan tidak boleh dilakukan oleh para peserta perkemahan.

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Anda akan masuk neraka untuk itu.

Dia harus menghentikannya.

"Saya akan mengatakannya!"

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Tiga kata itu menggantung di udara.

Sebuah pekikan memecah keheningan, diikuti oleh kepakan sayap saat makhluk yang ketakutan terbang dari tempat bertenggernya. Pada saat yang sama, anak-anak di dalam kabin berbalik serempak dan melongo ke arah sumber jeritan itu.

Joan memandang mereka. Dia mengenal mereka. Saat dia melihat dari satu ke yang lain, dan mereka menatapnya, Joan menyadari bahwa dia kalah jumlah.

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Joan mengabaikannya dan berlari menjauh, menuju kabin utama. Dia merasa kuat, bersemangat, penuh tujuan. Tetapi seperti yang saya katakan sebelumnya, jalan setapak itu gelap. Cahaya bulan datang dan pergi. Badai sedang terjadi di kejauhan. Ada suara-suara aneh di sekelilingnya. Bayangan membentuk bentuk-bentuk yang mengancam di sepanjang jalan setapak.

Dan Joan sendirian.

Mereka mengatakan bahwa ketika kecelakaan terjadi, biasanya bukan hanya satu hal yang salah, melainkan efek kumulatif dari beberapa mode kegagalan. Bagi Joan kecil, adrenalin, kegelapan, disorientasi, dan kurangnya persepsi kedalaman - semua faktor ini - mungkin digabungkan dan menyebabkan hasil yang sangat buruk. Inilah yang kemudian diberitahukan sheriff kepada orang tua Joan.

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Sangat keras.

Lututnya menghantam tanah, menerima beban jatuhnya. Benturan itu membuat sepatu kirinya terlepas.

Joan mulai menangis. Pelan-pelan, sehingga tidak ada yang bisa mendengarnya. Dia mencoba menenangkan diri dan berguling ke posisi duduk, mengayun-ayunkan dan memegang lututnya. Menggerakkannya dengan lembut. Menilai kerusakannya.

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Ia mencoba untuk berhenti menangis.

Dia ingin ibunya. Ia ingin berada di rumah. Ia berharap ia tidak memata-matai. Berharap ia tidak melihat apa yang dilihatnya.

Tetapi, ia juga merasa jauh di lubuk hatinya bahwa semuanya akan baik-baik saja. Ia tahu bahwa Yesus akan melindunginya karena ia adalah seorang gadis yang baik.

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Bayangan yang mengambil bentuk manusia.

Mereka muncul, satu per satu.

Anak-anak yang telah dimata-matainya.

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Keesokan paginya, terompet berbunyi seperti yang terjadi setiap hari pada pukul 8:30 pagi.

Teman perkemahan Joan, Ann, bangun pagi dan sudah bangun dan siap untuk sarapan sebelum kebanyakan orang. Dia terkejut menemukan tempat tidur Joan kosong.

Ketika gadis-gadis lain di kabin mereka mengatakan kepadanya bahwa mereka tidak melihat Joan, Ann mulai mencarinya di sekitar perkemahan. Akhirnya, dengan jengkel dan sedikit khawatir, dia mencari pemimpin pasukan mereka, Beth.

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Ann mengangkat bahu.

"Mungkin dia ada di kamar mandi?" Beth bertanya.

"Tidak. Aku sudah memeriksanya."

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Ann menggelengkan kepalanya. "Saya menemukan ini di jalan setapak." Dia mengangkat sepatu Keds biru-kaki kiri.

"Ann, kau tidak seharusnya meninggalkan perkemahan sendirian. Kau tahu itu."

"Aku tahu, tapi aku khawatir," jawab gadis itu, sambil menatap sepatu di tangannya.

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"Tidak," jawabnya, menggigit bibirnya, "tapi saya pikir begitu. Cukup yakin."

Beth berpikir sejenak, lalu berkata, "Beri aku waktu beberapa menit, dan kita akan pergi mencarinya bersama-sama. Oke?"

Joan tidak ada di kabinnya atau kabin yang lain. Dia tidak ada di ruang makan atau di mana pun di sekitar perkemahan. Pada titik ini, Beth memberitahu direktur perkemahan bahwa Joan hilang.

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Ketika Ann pergi tidur saat lampu padam, Joan ada di kabin mereka, di tempat tidur, di mana dia seharusnya berada. Ketika Ann terbangun saat terompet berbunyi, Joan sudah tidak ada. Tempat tidurnya kusut-tampaknya seperti habis ditiduri, atau paling tidak ditiduri, tetapi kosong.

Ann menemukan sepatu Keds biru itu di jalan setapak, melewati pohon crape myrtles, di jalan setapak menuju kabin utama. Dia bahkan menunjukkan tempat itu kepada mereka.

Atas instruksi direktur perkemahan, mereka melakukan pencarian lagi di semua kabin dan lokasi.

Tidak 'adaB JoaxnP.

Pencarian ini memakan waktu satu jam lagi, dan pada titik inilah ketidakhadiran Joan menjadi perhatian serius.

Tepat sebelum pukul 10:00 pagi, direktur perkemahan menelepon kantor sheriff. Dia dan dua deputi muncul tak lama setelah itu dan mengendalikan situasi. Pencarian Joan dimulai dengan sungguh-sungguh pada pukul 11:30 pagi.

Pada pukul 13:00, tubuh gadis kecil itu ditemukan di tepi sungai, patah di bebatuan di bawah pemandangan indah. Tampaknya dia telah menemukan jalannya ke tepi ngarai dan jatuh. Dia menderita beberapa patah tulang, luka robek, dan trauma kepala. Kematian akan terjadi seketika.

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Kehilangan seorang anak adalah tragedi yang paling besar. Saya bahkan tidak bisa membayangkan bagaimana perasaan mereka setelah menerima berita yang menghancurkan itu.

Prolog (3)

Orang tua lainnya, yang beruntung, diberitahu sehingga mereka dapat memutuskan apakah akan kembali lebih awal untuk mengambil bayi mereka atau tidak, banyak di antaranya yang mengalami trauma akibat insiden tersebut.

Pada saat tubuh Joan dibawa pergi malam itu, sudah terlambat bagi para petugas untuk melakukan sesuatu yang lebih. Mereka setuju untuk kembali keesokan harinya.

Malam itu di kamp, sebuah kebaktian diadakan untuk mengenang Joan bagi para konselor dan anak-anak yang masih tinggal.

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Anda akan ingat bahwa semua ini terjadi hampir tiga puluh tahun yang lalu. Jauh sebelum zaman forensik berteknologi tinggi, dan jauh sebelum CSI. Itu adalah masa yang lebih polos. Lebih sederhana. Sheriff adalah seorang pejabat terpilih - kualifikasi utamanya untuk pekerjaan itu adalah popularitas lokalnya. Deputi-nya adalah penduduk setempat juga. Pelatihan mereka sangat minim.

Dalam investigasi kriminal, salah satu kesalahan terburuk yang bisa dilakukan seorang penyelidik adalah membiarkan prasangka buruk mencemari analisis. Sayangnya, itulah yang terjadi di sini. Para petugas cukup yakin Joan hanya berbalik arah, mungkin tersesat, dan terjatuh.

Tentu saja mereka tetap melakukan penyelidikan. Mereka menanyai anak-anak yang tersisa dan para konselor perkemahan, tetapi tidak mempelajari apa pun yang belum pernah mereka dengar.

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Permainan kotor juga dikesampingkan. Tidak ada tanda-tanda perjuangan. Ya, ada jejak kaki lain di atas dan di bawah jalan setapak yang mengarah ke tempat itu, tapi kemudian, pasti ada. Itu adalah tempat yang sangat populer yang sering dikunjungi oleh hampir semua orang di kamp.

Selain itu, motif apa yang mungkin dimiliki seseorang untuk menyakiti gadis kecil itu?

Seorang deputi menyarankan kemungkinan pembunuhan untuk menutupi kejahatan lain. Tapi, kejahatan apa lagi? Joan tidak punya apa-apa yang layak dicuri. Dia telah ditemukan berpakaian lengkap. Dia tidak dianiaya dengan cara apapun. Gagasan itu dibuang.

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Itu adalah kecelakaan yang tragis. Itu saja. Tidak lebih dan tidak kurang.

Semuanya konsisten dengan teori ini, kecuali fakta bahwa Ann telah menemukan sepatu Joan di jalan setapak menuju kabin utama, dan bukan dalam perjalanan ke pemandangan indah.

Jika Ann benar tentang di mana dia menemukan sepatu itu, itu berarti Joan sedang dalam perjalanan ke perkemahan utama, kemudian kehilangan sepatunya, berbalik, kembali ke persimpangan, menuju jurang, dan jatuh dari tebing menuju kematiannya.

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Para petugas menyimpulkan bahwa Ann keliru tentang di mana dia menemukan sepatu itu.

Seperti yang dikatakan seorang deputi, "Mengapa seorang gadis berusia sebelas tahun berkeliaran di hutan, dalam kegelapan, hanya dengan satu sepatu?"

Kasus itu ditutup.

Bab Satu (1)

BAB SATU

4 Januari 2018

Kebenaran tentang Joan terbengkalai selama beberapa dekade, sampai serangkaian peristiwa tak terduga membawa semuanya kembali ke permukaan. Peristiwa ini dimulai pada tahun 2018, di Colorado. Dan peristiwa itu dimulai dengan seorang gadis sebelas tahun bernama Arya Stark. Dia adalah katalisator yang membawa semuanya menjadi lingkaran penuh.

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Dengan angin sepoi-sepoi yang lembut, suara musik dan tawa melayang dari desa ke salah satu balkon kondominium. Di dalam kondominium itu, Susie Font dan suaminya Roy Cruise dengan nyaman meringkuk di sofa di depan TV. Mereka meminjam tempat itu dari teman untuk akhir pekan yang panjang. Sebotol anggur setengah jadi duduk di atas meja kopi di antara mereka, di samping botol kosong lain dari tahun yang sama. Bahkan mungkin ada botol kosong ketiga di tempat sampah.

Pasangan itu sedang menonton serial fantasi epik Game of Thrones, terpesona oleh akhir Musim Keenam. Dalam episode itu, salah satu karakter utama-Arya Stark-membalaskan dendamnya pada Walder Frey atas pembunuhan keluarganya. Ini adalah adegan mengerikan namun memuaskan yang merupakan puncak dari banyak episode.

Saat kredit bergulir, Roy berkata, "Sial! Itu bagus!"

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"Saya sama sekali tidak mencurigai gadis pelayan itu."

"Ya. Saya pikir dia ada di sana karena dia akan menjadi istri Frey berikutnya atau semacamnya."

"Begitu juga aku!" Roy setuju.

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"Jika ada yang pantas, pasti, dia berada di dekat bagian atas daftar."

"Sekarang Joffrey sudah mati, di urutan teratas," kata Susie.

"Benar. Saya benci keparat kecil itu."

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"Bagaimana kalau kita minum sebentar sebelum tidur?" Susie mengedipkan mata pada suaminya, menggigit bibirnya dengan penuh godaan, sebelum mengangguk ke arah balkon.

Roy menarik nafas dalam-dalam, tersenyum, dan kemudian mengangkat dirinya. "Baiklah, tapi ini adalah yang terakhir kalinya malam ini. Ketinggian di atas sini membunuhku. Saya hampir tidak bisa bernapas. Itu dan jantung berdebar-debar ini..." Dia menepuk dadanya dengan cepat, menirukan detak jantungnya.

Mereka melangkah keluar ke balkon, membawa anggur bersama mereka. Susie melepaskan bagian bawah kemejanya dari celananya, lalu merogoh bra-nya, mengambil sekotak Marlboro Lights, dan menyerahkannya kepada Roy.

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Roy menyaksikan rona biru yang berkedip-kedip dari pesawat televisi menerangi jendela-jendela rumah di dekatnya, lalu meniup asapnya dan berkata, "Acara itu sangat menular. Mereka benar-benar membuat Anda membenci karakter-karakternya, dan latar abad pertengahan membuat semua pembunuhan itu tampak normal. Seperti tidak apa-apa untuk memenggal kepala." Ia membuat gerakan memotong. "Dan kemudian mereka pergi dan memberikan Anda semua karakter yang perlu dibunuh." Dia menyampaikan bagian terakhir dengan gaya Texas, membuat Susie tertawa.

"Hukum kriminal..."

Roy tersenyum pada kenangan bersama dan memberikan kecupan di dahi istrinya. Rambutnya berbau kelapa.

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Dua orang tahanan dibawa ke hadapan seorang hakim keliling di Texas. Seluruh kota hadir untuk persidangan. Orang pertama dibawa ke hadapan hakim. Dia dituduh melakukan pembunuhan - membunuh seorang pria. Setelah mendengar semua bukti, hakim memutuskan bahwa pria itu bersalah atas pembunuhan dan menjatuhkan hukuman tiga puluh hari penjara.

Tahanan kedua kemudian dibawa ke hadapan hakim. Pria ini dituduh mencuri seekor kuda. Setelah mendengar bukti-bukti dan argumen dari para pengacara, hakim memutuskan pria itu bersalah atas pencurian tersebut dan menjatuhkan hukuman mati dengan cara digantung. Pencuri kuda itu, tidak perlu dikatakan lagi, tidak puas dengan keputusan pengadilan.

"Dasar jalang! Bagaimana Anda bisa menggantung saya karena mencuri kuda ketika Anda membiarkan pembunuh bajingan ini bebas hanya dengan tiga puluh hari?" teriak si pencuri kuda ketika para deputi membawanya pergi.

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Kembali ke balkon, Roy duduk di sofa kecil, menarik selimut menutupi kakinya.

Sebagian besar orang akan berpikir bahwa sofa itu diletakkan di sana sehingga penghuni kondominium dapat menikmati pemandangan, tetapi kenyataannya adalah bahwa pemilik kondominium meletakkannya di sana sebagai tempat duduk bagi mereka yang suka merokok - suami pemilik kondominium itu sendiri adalah seorang pencinta cerutu.

Susie bergabung dengan Roy di bawah selimut sementara ia melanjutkan, "Frey perlu dibunuh. Tentu saja, itu adalah keadilan. Tapi ada komponen balas dendam juga. Banyak kematian di acara itu memiliki elemen itu. Lihatlah bagaimana Joffrey meninggal. Mereka bisa saja membunuhnya dengan cepat, tetapi mereka malah membuatnya menderita karena racun." Dia meletakkan rokoknya di asbak terdekat.

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Roy cenderung menjadi filosofis ketika dia minum, dan Susie merasakan percakapan yang "dalam" akan datang. Dia mencoba untuk meringankan suasana. "Itu hanya untuk efek dramatis."

"Tidak," kata Roy. "Saya pikir ada yang lebih dari itu. Ini gaya Alkitabiah-Perjanjian Lama. Anda tahu? Tidak hanya cukup bahwa orang jahat harus mati. Ini adalah murka dari Allah Abraham yang marah. Hanya untuk berjaga-jaga jika tidak ada kehidupan setelah kematian, tidak ada api neraka, tidak ada kutukan kekal, orang-orang ini harus menderita sebelum mereka pergi. Mati saja tidak cukup. Mereka harus mati dengan buruk. Kematian mereka harus lebih buruk dari, atau setidaknya seburuk, alasan mereka mati - untuk apa mereka dihukum." Roy memandang Susie. "Mereka harus menderita karena dosa-dosa mereka."

Bab Satu (2)

Susie mematahkan tatapan suaminya dan memandang ke arah malam, sebelum menghisap rokoknya dan menghembuskan awan perlahan-lahan.

Roy mengeringkan gelas anggurnya dan kemudian mengisinya kembali, mengisi gelas istrinya pada saat yang sama. "Aku mulai berpikir ada sesuatu untuk itu, kau tahu? Mata ganti mata."

Susie menatap suaminya selama beberapa detik dan kemudian memaksakan senyum. "Kamu mabuk, bodoh," katanya, dan kemudian meringkuk di hadapannya sebelum menambahkan, beberapa detik kemudian, dengan serius, serius, "Biarkan saja."

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"Omong kosong," kata Susie, menghembuskan asapnya, duduk dan mematikan rokoknya.

"Tidak, dengarkan," kata Roy sambil mencondongkan badannya ke depan dan menggenggam lengan istrinya. "Kapitalisme adalah tentang menciptakan lingkungan di mana setiap orang-"

"Orang," sela Susie, meregangkan badan dan menahan menguap.

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"Sayang. Ayolah. Sudah larut malam. Aku lelah dan di sini dingin sekali. Ayo kita tidur," kata Susie, berusaha menggagalkan jalan pikiran suaminya, bangkit dari sofa dan menuju pintu.

Ia kembali menghisap rokoknya dan menghembuskannya perlahan-lahan. Dengan penuh pertimbangan. Dan, saat istrinya melangkah kembali ke kondominium, ia memanggilnya, sedikit lebih keras, "Suze ... maukah kamu melakukannya, jika itu aku?"

Kata-kata itu mungkin juga merupakan tangannya di pundaknya. Dia berhenti dan mengerutkan keningnya. Dia tahu tentang apa ini. Ini bukan tentang acara televisi yang menyebalkan atau kata-kata kasar filosofis. Ini tentang masa lalu mereka. Sesuatu yang belum pernah mereka diskusikan selama bertahun-tahun. Dia menatapnya. Dia ingin melihat matanya, tetapi dia telah berpaling dan sekarang menatap keluar ke malam hari seolah-olah mencari keadilannya sendiri di luar sana. Dia bertanya padanya, untuk membuatnya melihat kembali padanya, "Lakukan apa?"

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"Roy..."

Dia berpaling padanya, air mata berkilauan di matanya. "Jawab saja pertanyaannya, Suze."

Susie menatap suaminya saat benjolan terbentuk di tenggorokannya. "Sayang, dia sudah pergi. Camilla sudah pergi. Itu bukan salahmu. Tidak ada yang bisa kita lakukan. Kita harus merelakan kepergiannya," katanya dengan lembut.

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Angin sepoi-sepoi bergeser arah, membawa musik dan tawa menjauh dan mengaduk-aduk salju dari atap, menjatuhkan sedikit demi sedikit di atas mereka dalam riam bubuk.

Salju yang turun memecah suasana, dan Susie berjalan kembali ke arah suaminya, menghapus air matanya sendiri dengan punggung tangannya. Dia membungkuk untuk mencium kepala suaminya, lalu duduk di tepi sofa di samping suaminya. Sambil menatap matanya, ia mengambil rokok dari suaminya dengan satu tangan sambil memegang tangan suaminya dengan tangan yang lain. Dia menghisap rokoknya dalam-dalam dan melepaskan asapnya ke dalam malam.

"Tapi," bisiknya, "jika bajingan itu selamat, aku akan membunuhnya, memusnahkannya, memanggangnya dalam kue, dan mengumpankannya pada ibunya."

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