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Chapter 41
“You don’t have to worry, Alex is on the phone with his father and a lady he calls ‘Aunt Linde
The coach replied, “Could you hold on a moment while I go and inform Alex that you called tom
When Sarah heard the coach’s explanation, she was silent for a moment, realizing that Alex must be on the phone with best and Linda right now, forgetting about their appointment,
“That’s okay, no need to put him on the phone.” Sarah replied, “And no need to tell him 1 asked. Just pretend I didn’t make the call.”
By the time Alex hung up, the silence in the room felt heavier than usual
He glanced at his phone, half expecting a message or a missed call from Sarah,
There was nothing. His brow furrowed as a faint pang of disappointment settled in his chest.
Why didn’t she call again? Or at least text? It was unlike her,
He shook his head, brushing off the feeling.
Maybe she’s just busy, he reasoned, but the nagging unease lingered.
Later that afternoon, Sarah was at her desk, reviewing reports with Megan, her assistant.
The hum of the office filled the air–keyboards clacking, phones ringing, snippets of hushed conversations wearing into the background noise.
“Megan, double–check the delivery schedules for next week and email me an updated list,” Sarah instructed, ker tote professional but distant.
“Will do,” Megan replied, noticing the slight distraction in Sarah’s demeanor.
As Sarah began packing up her things, her phone buzzed.
The screen lit up with her mother in laws name: Victoria.
Her grip tightened around the phone as unease crept into her.
Victoria rarely called her unless there was something unpleasant to say or demand.
With a deep breath, she swiped to answer.
“Sarah,” Victoria’s voice came through, cold and clipped. “I’ve been trying to reach Harrison, but he’s not answering. I need to speak with him about something important. You’ll contact him for me.”
It wasn’t a request.
“Good afternoon to you too, Victoria,” Sarah replied, her tone polite but edged with sarcasm. T’ll see what I can do.”
“You’d better,” Victoria snapped before abruptly ending the call.
Sarah sighed, her mood sinking further. Why does every interaction with her feel like walking into a trap?
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She dialed Harrison’s number, but it went straight to voicemail.
Frowning, she tried again, her worry mounting with each failed attempt.
Harrison wasn’t the type to ignore calls unless he was in trouble or doing something reckless.
Finally, on the third try, the call connected.
“Sarah!” Harrison’s voice was loud and cheerful, the sound of distant cheering filling the background.
“Harrison, where are you? I’ve been trying to reach you,” Sarah said, relief mingled with exasperation.
“I’m at the Full Moon Races,” he replied nonchalantly. “It’s insane here, Sarah! You should come check it out.”
“The races?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. “Harrison, Victoria’s been trying to contact you. She said it’s important.”
“Today’s game is so important!” He said excitedly. “You come along and watch this game, I promise it will be unbelievablet”
Before she could protest, the line went dead.
Sarah wasn’t interested in racing.
The loud noise, the chaotic energy, the crowdsdead, it wasn’t her scene.
But when her phone buzzed, and an unfamiliar message popped up with the address of the race, she sighed deeply.
After an hour–long drive, Sarah pulled up to a sprawling makeshift arena on the outskirts of town.
It was alive with activity, the glow of floodlights illuminating the scene against the backdrop of a brilliant full moon.
The atmosphere was electric.
Rows of werewolves,, colorful costumes .. All around.. Vendors were selling everything from greasy snacks to neon merchandise emblazoned with the names of popular contestants.
The scent of burning rubber mixed with the acrid tang of gasoline.
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