Alpha Amanda's Love Adventure (By Aurora Grey) novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156 The Song She Won’t Write

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Watching Emily and the others walk into the barbecue restaurant, I took a deep breath and headed across the street.

I approached the man in the black trench coat step by step. The familiar features grew clearer and clearer. It was Seven, my closest music partner back in Glacier Pack.

“Avi, long time no see.” He spoke first, his smile still carrying that hint of shyness from before, though his eyes held more maturity now.

I smiled too. “How did you find me here? I thought you would’ve planted roots in Howlstead’s music scene by now.”

Alice had a moment of realization in my consciousness. “Is that the kid who could stabilize rampaging wolf spirits with his music? I remember feeling so comfortable listening to that piece he wrote, ‘Glacier Echoes.”

Seven was one of the rare musical prodigies in Howlstead. His melodies could precisely match the fluctuations of wolf spirits, even more effective than ordinary energy crystals.

Back in Glacier Pack, we’d worked on music together. He composed, I wrote lyrics. We’d released several well-known soothing melodys until I left to hide my identity.

“I ran into Nine,” Seven said, naturally walking toward the shade of a tree by the roadside. “He told me you were in Eclipse Pack territory and that you’d disguised yourself as an ordinary Omega. So I followed the trail here.”

I nodded. “Let’s find somewhere to talk. Too many eyes and ears around here.”

Seven led me toward the back street behind the school and turned into a small restaurant.

We’d barely sat down when the server brought tea. Seven couldn’t help but look me up and down.

“This disguise is really ugly,” he said after holding it in for a while. “Your face is all sallow, and your hair’s a mess. If it weren’t for your eyes and the way you walk, I honestly wouldn’t have recognized you.”

I picked up my teacup and took a sip without explaining.

Seeing I wasn’t responding, Seven tactfully changed the subject. “Have you been doing well these past few years?”

The corner of my mouth lifted as I turned the question back on him. “What do you think?”

He rubbed his nose and sighed. “Probably not too bad. It’s just such a waste. With your talent, if you’d stayed in the music scene, you’d be at the top of your game by now. So many packs would be fighting to have you write soothing melodys for them.”

I suppressed the turmoil inside me and looked out the window. “I heard you’re writing lyrics and

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composing for people now. Word around the scene is that your music can instantly calm rampaging wolf spirits.”

Seven smiled, his eyes full of devotion to music. Just making a living. But I did come here today because of someone.”

My heart skipped a beat. I had a vague guess about where this was going.

Seeing my calm expression, Seven got straight to the point. “It’s Alan, the third son of Eclipse Pack. He’s currently the ambassador for Howlstead and needs a soothing melody that can really put him on the map. I thought about it from every angle, and you’re the only one who can create something like that.”

“Seven,” I interrupted him, my tone firm. “When I left the music scene years ago, I said I’d never write again.”

“That was years ago!” He leaned forward anxiously. “Are you really going to stay trapped in the past?”

“Do you think it’s something I can just let go of?” I looked into his eyes, my voice dropping lower.

Seven hesitated, unable to say a word for a long time.

I relaxed and softened my tone. “If you came here to ask me to write lyrics and compose, then I’m sorry but I can’t help you. But if you’re just here as an old friend to have tea and chat, you’re always welcome.”

My attitude was crystal clear, and Seven understood.

His face was full of regret, but he still wouldn’t give up. “Avi, I’m just asking for one song. Lyrics and music both from you. Just one! Alan genuinely wants to do real work for Howlstead. He’s not like those guys who are only out to make a profit.”

“Seven, saying it over and over won’t change anything.” I shook my head. My principles wouldn’t change for anyone.

Seeing the determination in my eyes, he finally gave up. “I’m sorry. I know asking you to make this choice is difficult. Since you don’t want to, I won’t bring it up again.”

As he spoke, he pulled an embossed business card from his pocket and placed it in front of me. “This is my private number. If you ever change your mind, contact me anytime. No matter what, we’re old friends of many years. That connection will always be there.”

I took the card and slipped it into my pocket. “Let’s eat. The food’s getting cold.”

Seeing me accept the card, a trace of relief crossed Seven’s face. He quickly urged me to pick up my fork.

The meal went smoothly enough. We talked about many old stories from Glacier Pack, carefully avoiding the topic of music.

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