Chapter 109- Ticking Clock Part 3

Lexy

Two more days have passed, and still no solution is in sight. I'm trying very hard not to lose hope. The uncertainty gnaws at my resolve, each hour stretching into an eternity. I cannot let myself fall into the abyss of despair.

The clock is ticking, and with every tick, the weight of my responsibility grows heavier. Yet, amidst the chaos and frustration, a flicker of hope still burns within me. It is the hope that drives me forward, the hope that I will be found, and the hope that soon, this nightmare will end.

CJ
I haven’t been able to sense her in 2 days. I’m trying to stay focused on the task at hand, but I’m worried. The silence is deafening, and my mind races with the possibilities of what could be happening to her. I can't allow my fears to paralyze me, not when every moment counts. I must remain vigilant, searching for any clue, any sign that might lead me to her. I pray that wherever she is, she holds on to the same flicker of hope that fuels my determination. We will find each other, we must.

Bael

The closer it has got, the more my beast wants to be let loose. I don’t know how much longer I can keep control. The pressure is mounting, and my patience is fraying at the edges. He has been salivating like he has never eaten.

We can smell and taste the power she will bring us soon. The anticipation is intoxicating, a blend of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. Each breath I take is filled with the scent of impending victory, and I can almost savor the bitter-sweet taste of triumph on my tongue.

Night has fallen, and my beast won't stop pacing or losing his temper on everyone. The darkness only amplifies his restlessness, each shadow a provoking specter that he longs to tear apart. I can feel his agitation in every muscle, every sinew, coiled tight and ready to strike. His fury is like a storm, violent and unrelenting, threatening to consume everything in its path.

The tension was unbearable, and I knew I had to act before my beast took control. I went out into the woods and released my beast Dion. The transformation was immediate and violent, a surge of raw, untamed energy coursing through me. Dion roared into the night, a sound that echoed through the trees and sent shivers down anyone’s spine.

Lexy

I was woken up by a horrendous howl that sent shivers down my spine. The night was heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the distant, haunting wail that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of my dreams. My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to shake off the remnants of sleep and make sense of the fear that gripped me. The howl resonated with a primal, almost otherworldly ferocity, a sound that spoke of untamed wilderness and powerful hunger.

I stumbled out of bed, my mind racing with questions and dread. What could have made such a terrifying noise? Could it be the creature that Bael had spoken of the beast he struggled to control? The thought sent another wave of chills through me, but I forced myself to stay calm. I needed to be strong, to face whatever danger lay ahead with courage and resolve.

I couldn’t hold the tear that rolled down my face. The fear and uncertainty gnawed at my resolve, but I knew I had to push forward. Each step was a battle against the overwhelming sense of dread that threatened to consume me. I gathered my strength and steeled myself for whatever lay ahead. There was no turning back now; I had to confront the unknown, for the sake of those I cared about and for my own survival.

CJ

I awoke in a cold sweat and my heart wanting to jump from my chest. I was trying to catch my breath, but I could feel Xazul trying to take over. The struggle within me was fierce, a battle of will between my human side and the beast that lurked beneath. Xazul's presence was overwhelming, a dark force that clawed at the edges of my consciousness, demanding to be set free.

Every fiber of my being fought against the rising tide of primal energy, but it was a losing battle. Xazul's hunger was insatiable, a ravenous beast driven by anger and destruction. My vision blurred, and I could feel the shift beginning, muscles tensing, bones aching as the transformation loomed.

Desperation gripped me as I clung to the remnants of my humanity, trying to hold back the inevitable. I stumbled towards the door, each step a Herculean effort against the tide of darkness that threatened to consume me. The night air was sharp and cold as I burst outside, hoping that the open space would give me the clarity I needed to regain control.

But Xazul was relentless, his presence a storm of fury and desire that battered against my resolve. The world around me seemed to warp and twist, shadows lengthening and shifting as the beast's power seeped into every corner of my mind. The howl I had heard earlier echoed in my ears, a haunting reminder of the battle that lay ahead.

I could no longer hold back the change. With a guttural cry, I surrendered to the transformation, feeling my body contort and reshape as Xazul emerged. The beast roared into the night, a sound of both victory and rage, and I knew that the struggle for control was far from over.

Bael

Dion's presence was unmistakable, a force that swept through the darkness with an intensity. He moved with purpose, making his way into her room with a single-minded determination. He wanted her, needed her, and nothing would stand in his way. The air crackled with energy as he approached, his eyes burning with a fierce, unrelenting desire.

She lay there, vulnerable and unaware of the storm about to descend upon her. Dion's heart pounded in his chest, a rhythm that matched the wild, untamed beating of his soul. He reached out, his hand trembling with both anticipation and fear, knowing that this moment would change everything.

The night seemed to hold its breath as Dion stepped into her room, the shadows dancing around him like specters of his unspoken desires. He didn’t care to wait any longer.

But there was no turning back now. Driven by a force beyond his control, Dion crossed the threshold, ready to face whatever awaited him in the darkness. For better or worse, he was prepared to stake his claim, to fight for what he wanted, and to embrace the wild, consuming passion that burned within him.