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Mia was tugging at Alpha's ear like it was a toy.
"Alphaaaa carry me like tiger!"
She climbed his arm like a baby koala.
Alpha growled, defeated.
"I AM NOT A TIG— stop chewing my shirt—"
Mia giggled harder.
Amara sighed, rubbing her temples.
"Come here, menace."
She scooped the little girl up.
"Mia needs sleep. And Alpha needs therapy."
Alpha muttered, "I need peace."
"You'll get none," Amara shot back as she walked away with the tiny tornado on her hip.
Their voices faded down the hall…
And Marcelline was left alone on the balcony.
Moonlight brushed her skin, silver and serene…
but inside her?
Nothing was serene.
She rested her hands on the railing, eyes tracing the pale glow in the sky.
Her thoughts drifted to Brooks Mansion —
Maximilian's gaze, his chaos, her teasing him in his bedroom…
He thought she was flirting for fun —
and yes, she was having fun,
but underneath the smiles, the touches, the smirks…
She was tracking something.
Even then.
Because the moment she stepped inside that mansion,
she sensed it:
Entity.
More than one.
She had known about the sealed one —
its presence familiar, like a scar she couldn't forget.
But there were others.
Faint, quiet, hiding in corners of reality.
Not attacking
…just watching her.
The thought twisted in her stomach now.
She closed her eyes.
Focus.
Her mind stretched outward, gliding between shadows, threads of energy, cracks in the dimensional fabric.
She searched quietly, carefully.
There.
The familiar pulse of the sealed Entity, buried but restless.
And behind it…
Three… no, four… maybe more?
Weak.
Faded.
Not approaching.
But hiding.
Cowards.
Marcelline narrowed her eyes.
She mentally pressed on them —
just enough to expose them…
And instantly—
They recoiled.
Pulled deeper into the dark like terrified creatures.
The moment she pushed harder—
The sealed Entity snapped.
A violent burst shook her mind.
Marcelline staggered, grabbing the Maximilian's shoulder as a wave of raw, ancient rage smashed into her consciousness.
The sealed Entity was thrashing against its prison —
howling, ripping, clawing at the barrier she created at fifteen—
Because it felt her probing.
Because it saw her strength now.
Because it knew she was hunting it.
Marcelline clenched her jaw.
"Stop," she whispered into the her mind, voice low and commanding.
The seal trembled harder.
Her temples ached.
Her vision blurred.
The Entity was going berserk —
if she continued pressing the others,
this unsealed one might tear through the barrier…
And innocent people would die.
She released the pressure instantly.
Her power recoiled back into her body like snapping threads.
She exhaled, slow, sharp.
"Damn it…"
The faint entities vanished from her senses completely —
retreating into silence.
Cowards hiding in the dark.
But the sealed one?
It still thrashed, furious, desperate.
So before it goes completely berserk she had no choice but seal it back again.
She immediately rushed ,closed her eyes and whispered the incantation—
a dark-angelic command that forced the seal to tighten around the creature.
The thrashing dulled.
The screaming died.
The world went quiet again.
But Now thinking about it...
Her heartbeat did not.
She stared at the moon…
anger simmering in her chest.
They're multiplying…
or gathering…
or waiting.
Whatever the truth was—
Her eyes narrowed, glowing faintly.
The hunt had truly begun.
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