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🕑 Added 2025-09-07 05:23:44 +0000 UTCA simple priest... Or so I thought
Chapter 38 – The Long Night, Part 1
“Did you just say he killed a werewolf like it was nothing?” Enid, in her room, had been waiting eagerly to hear about Wednesday’s fun day, never expecting such a grim outcome.
“Relax, he said he wouldn’t hurt you.” Wednesday replied as she looked at Enid, thinking about something.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Enid asked, slightly alarmed.
“We have to follow him.”
“Have you lost your mind? If he finds out, we’ll be in serious trouble. Especially me, since I’m a werewolf. If I cause problems, he won’t hesitate to kill me.”
“He won’t kill you, we’re in the middle of an important negotiation.” Wednesday, dressed in her uniform, walked toward the window and said softly: “We wait until it gets dark, sneak into his truck, and go wherever he’s headed.”
“Why would we do something like that?” Enid still couldn’t understand the need to get involved in such matters.
“It’s the most fun I’ve had since I arrived at the academy. Of course I’m not going to miss the chance to witness a murder scene.”
“And what if he smells me?” Enid asked, doubtful.
“He’s not a dog, of course he won’t notice something even I can’t detect.” Wednesday said, determined to get into the truck with or without Enid.
Enid raised her hands and gave in to Wednesday’s plan. However, her words still carried a sense of persuasion.
Wednesday needed a partner for the night, someone she could trust. Enid’s words might have made sense, but she still hoped her plan would go smoothly.
Now she was about to find out if it was safe to trust someone like Jonathan, to test whether his abilities were enough to go along with him.
If she believed for even a moment that her safety was compromised, she would rather travel alone.
She knew hunters—some of them were partially overwhelmed by their work.
That’s why she hoped at least it would be interesting to be around Jonathan. If it wasn’t, she’d rather stay at the academy until she could leave on her own.
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Late at night, two figures moved across the grounds of Nevermore Academy.
Both passed unnoticed by the teachers, who paid little attention to whatever the students of this academy might be up to.
The two shadows moved as if they themselves were made of shadows. Wednesday advanced with the confidence of someone who does not contemplate failure, while Enid stayed behind, trying not to breathe too loudly.
Jonathan’s vehicle was parked at the far end of the yard, its lights off. Wednesday studied it for a few seconds to make sure it was the same truck she had ridden in before.
“We’ll get in through the back.” Wednesday murmured, barely audible, as if the air itself could betray her.
“What if the alarm goes off?” Enid whispered nervously.
Wednesday didn’t look at her. She simply pressed her fingers against the handle, which gave way with an almost imperceptible click. A half-smile appeared on her face. “Alarms are for people who believe in them.”
She climbed in first, with the calm of someone settling into a familiar coffin. Enid, after nervously glancing in all directions, climbed in behind her and closed the door slowly. The smell of leather and metal filled the interior.
“Don’t worry, there’s something comforting.” Wednesday said with sarcasm: “If he finds us, at least we’ll die in a pleasant environment.”
“Stop saying that.” Enid hugged her knees while trying to find a dark corner.
Wednesday positioned herself in such a way that she looked like a statue at rest, showing no trace of nervousness. Outside, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the stillness.
“Yes, I want you to keep watch and maintain the curfew for the entire town. No matter the noise, no one must leave their homes until they’re told otherwise.” Jonathan’s voice carried from a distance.
“Shhh.” Wednesday brought a finger to her lips, though Enid was already holding her breath.
The keys jingled in Jonathan’s hands. The front door opened. The seat creaked under Jonathan’s weight, and before starting the truck, he took a few deep breaths.
After hesitating briefly—and before Enid dared to leave her hiding spot—the engine roared to life with a deep vibration, and the truck began to move slowly, pulling away from the academy grounds.
Wednesday glanced at Enid, and her eyes gleamed in the dim light as if she were already savoring the blood she had yet to see.
