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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Let's keep on walking,” Harold said to Wilkes briefly.
Like nothing had happened, they both began walking to the Generals Building.
They walked alongside scores of students headed in the same direction but even as they did, they knew they only had each other. The other students were as good as foes.
“Do you think he saw me with Max?” He asked as they rounded a corner that showed the Generals Building afar off.
Beside it were the special building for werewolves like Harold, Vampires like Wilkes and enchanters like Trisha.
“I'm not too sure,” Wilkes answered. “But I guess he did.”
Suddenly, Harold stopped on his tracks. “There's only one way to get the answers I seek,” he said then spun around.
For some seconds after, his eyes searched for Wade's face. It seemed like the moment Harold stopped moving, he had hidden because he didn't want to be seen.
After about ten seconds, Harold stopped his burnt lips behind a group of students.
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