Mood swings

We didn't hear from Fred throughout the week. No one knew where he went to, and neither did we get any news about him. He switched his phone off, and none of us could contact him. When we tried his house, we discovered it he had taken everything with him, showing he planned this from the time we escaped from Pascal.

Once more, we were left with no lead. It felt like the more we tried to get to him, the farther he went from us.

I had Storm and Jeremy scour the entire city for him, but nothing fruitful came out of it. There was no news of Fred. It seemed he had left for the human city, making it impossible for us to trace him.

“Still thinking about Fred?” Mitch walked over to me and placed a kiss on my left cheek before he sat next to me, placing his hand behind me on the couch.

“How did you know?” I looked up at him with a frown, wondering how he knew my thoughts. I was aware they could only speak in their minds, but not in other people's minds, and they can't hear thoughts.

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