Page 3 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

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Chapter One

Littlemoon Investigations

Friday Evening

Eight P.M.

The whole family was spiraling after what had just gone down at Ridge and Wynter’s home. Between the onslaught of tears and the terror, no one knew exactly how to handle the shitty card they’d just been dealt.

In a matter of minutes, their whole family had fallen apart, being destroyed with one brutal blow, and they were left in the carnage of the aftermath.

Oh, and it was beyond brutal.

It was crushing.

Unfortunately for all of them, the madness had reached them, and despite the charms, protection spells, and their skills as investigators, they were unable to protect one of their own.

They failed.

Because now they were paying the ultimate cost. They’d lost someone they all loved.

Wynter was dead.

Oh, and something told them that she wouldn’t be the first or the last. The energy tied to this was telling the tale, and they were likely all in danger now.

With that self-inflicted gunshot to her head, now, they were only left to clean up the fallout and try to figure out what the hell just went down.

And why the woman had to die.

It was befuddling to think that Wynter, a sane, stable person, was unable to fight this and succumbed to this darkness.

But it got her.

And now, it was coming for each and every one of them.

At that very moment, upstairs in Lucian and Ridge’s shared office, the man married to Wynter was in the room, blindsided and in mourning.

One might say crushed.

It was clear that he’d needed to hide and regroup, and since they were down to very few safe spaces, Hunterhurst not being one of them, they had to lock him down upstairs.

It was for his own safety.

Oh, not because they feared this entity would get to him, but that Ridge might hurt himself.

He was a man on the edge, losing his beloved wife and partner to this darkness. Losing Wynter had been beyond a blow, and he was spiraling out of control.

It had handicapped him in ways that had yet to even show up for the party, but they knew it would be coming.

Without a doubt.

Plus, he wasn’t alone in that spiral. He had a partner in that, too.