Rose's heart pounds in her chest as she glares at the young man who just released her. She rubs her wrist, wincing at the lingering pain from his tight grip. Despite his youthful appearance, there is a strength about him, evident in the definition of his muscles. She can't help but wonder if he spends hours at the gym, sculpting his physique.
"Pervert," she mutters under her breath, assuming her words will go unnoticed. However, to her surprise, his sharp hearing catches her insult. His eyebrows furrow in response, revealing his irritation.
“Ever heard of the big bad wolf out there, little lamb?” In a swift motion, he reaches out, grabbing her arm once again, pulling her closer to him. His piercing gaze locks onto hers, searching for fear, and a sly smile plays upon his lips as he realizes her unease.
A disturbing thought crosses her mind, and her face pales. Memories of her tormentor's taunts resurface the echoes of being called a little girl resounding in her ears. She can't shake the feeling of vulnerability in his presence.
Her lips part, ready to question him, but before the words can escape, he abruptly pushes her against the sturdy trunk of a nearby tree. Their eyes meet in an intense gaze, and the world seems to fade away. The proximity between them intensifies, and her heart races, the anticipation of what might happen next causing her breath to quicken.
"What are you doing?" she manages to whisper, her voice betraying a mix of curiosity and apprehension. She can't deny the electrifying tension that fills the air, an unspoken question hanging between them.
He responds with a hint of mischief, his voice laced with innuendo, "What do you think?"
Before their private moment can unfold further, the distant howling of wolves shatters the silence, sending a chill down Rose's spine. The realization of their vulnerable position jolts her senses, and she pushes him away, breaking their connection.
Fear courses through her veins as she understands the potential danger they face.
"It's dangerous here," she urgently warns, her voice tinged with anxiety. With resolute determination, she turns and begins walking away, leaving him behind. He clenches his jaw, his gaze averted, muttering something under his breath. Reluctantly, he follows in her footsteps, the presence of the wolves overshadowing their mysterious encounter.
After a long day at school, Rose walks down the street, making her way to the club where she works as a waitress. Fatigue weighs heavily on her shoulders as life becomes increasingly challenging with each passing day. Working part-time as a waitress is her way of helping her aunt pay off their mounting debt.
As she arrives at the club, Rose spots her friend Nathan and walks directly towards him. Uttering his name, she hopes for a moment of respite. Nathan turns to look at her and lets out a sigh of relief. "Oh, Rose! Finally, you're here," he says wearily. Intrigued by his tone, she asks him what the matter is.
Nathan informs her that the boss is asking for her presence. With a heavy heart, Rose proceeds to the bar where the boss is sipping his drink. His eyes travel from top to bottom, carefully observing her body language. Calmly, he utters her name, his tone tinged with disappointment.
"Rose, you've started coming in late every day. What's wrong with you?"
Feeling a mix of guilt and anxiety, Rose immediately apologizes and assures him that it won't happen again. However, the boss suggests that she could help a certain man. A man sitting next to the boss promptly stands up, gesturing for Rose to follow him. Reluctantly, she complies, uncertain of what awaits her.
They reach the boss's room, and as the man closes the door, Rose finds herself alone with him. He makes a move, touching her arms in a way that makes her deeply uncomfortable. Instinctively, she becomes defensive and shrugs his hands off. But instead of respecting her boundaries, his grip tightens, and he forcefully tries to initiate unwanted actions.
In the midst of this disturbing encounter, the door suddenly pushes open, and Nathan steps into the room, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. Rose seizes the opportunity to escape, hastily following Nathan out of the room. Nathan, frustrated and angered by what he witnessed, instructs her to leave as he confronts the man standing before him, his gaze filled with indignation.
Breathing heavily, Rose overcomes her initial fear and transforms it into annoyance. Her expression shifts as she notices her boss, Doug, and rushes over to confront him directly. "What do you think you're doing, Doug?" she demands, her voice filled with indignation. He turns his neck to look at her, narrowing his eyebrows as he retorts, "Who do you think you are talking to?"
After a brief pause, he continues with a condescending tone, "Girls like you are nothing but a source of entertainment for men." Rose's fury intensifies, and instead of resorting to physical violence, she chooses to confront him verbally. "How about your wife knowing that you've been having affairs with my aunt?" she throws the accusation at him, causing him to choke on his drink, coughing uncontrollably. Once he composes himself, he stammers, "Rose, what are you talking about?"
Crossing her arms over her chest, Rose stands her ground, informing him that she is well aware of his secret visits to her aunt's house. Doug remains silent, his expression betraying a mix of guilt and surprise. Rose turns to walk away, giving him a final warning before focusing on her own priorities and work.
As she walks back home, the clock striking four in the morning, the sky remains dark. While the world begins to awaken, Rose's situation is different. With school in the morning and her job at night, she realizes that she must consider changing her work schedule as her current job fails to provide adequate pay. Determined to find a better solution, she resolves to seek alternative employment opportunities that can better accommodate her needs.
Rose's world swirls in a whirlwind of pain and shock as a sudden, forceful slap lands on her back with a resounding thud. The impact sends her sprawling to the ground, her body stinging from the blow. Gasping for air, she looks up, her eyes filled with disbelief and confusion.
Standing above her, her aunt looms with a whip clenched tightly in her hand, her eyes filled with anger and resentment. The deadly glares she throws in Rose's direction send shivers down her spine. A mixture of fear and hurt washes over Rose as she tries to comprehend the reason behind her aunt's violent outburst.
"Aunty," Rose grunts, her voice trembling with both pain and confusion. Before she can even process what is happening, her aunt grabs a fistful of her hair, forcing her to her feet. A sharp hiss of pain escapes Rose's lips as she feels the tug on her scalp, the pain intensifying with every passing moment.
Her aunt pulls her close, their faces mere inches apart, and whispers with venomous intensity, "Are you going to threaten me now?" Rose's breath catches in her throat as she realizes that her aunt has become aware of some secret or perceived betrayal.
Desperate to explain and plead for understanding, Rose manages to utter, "Aunty, please... let me explain." But her words fall on deaf ears as her aunt's rage escalates. In a sudden, brutal motion, Rose is violently thrown back to the floor, her body crashing onto the unforgiving surface.
The whip cracks through the air, striking Rose's vulnerable form relentlessly. Each strike brings searing pain, leaving red welts and bruises in their wake. Her anguished screams reverberate within the confines of the tiny apartment, the sound bouncing off the walls, a haunting testament to her suffering.
At this moment, Rose realizes the depths of her aunt's fury and the darkness that has consumed her. She fights through the pain, enduring the merciless assault, her mind filled with a mix of confusion, pain, and a desperate longing for escape.
As Rose sits on the floor, the weight of her pain and despair bears down on her. Silent sobs wracked her body, her tears flowing freely, each droplet a testament to the agony she endured. The room feels suffocating, the walls closing in on her as she confronts the harsh reality of her life.
Her aunt, a figure of manipulation and cruelty, has made Rose's existence a living nightmare since the passing of her uncle. The abuse and torment she faces have left her broken, her spirit crushed beneath the weight of constant mistreatment. Thoughts of escape and even ending her own life linger in her mind, but she knows deep down that she lacks the strength to carry out such drastic measures.
Every day, Rose finds herself trapped in a cycle of pain and despair, her dreams and aspirations shattered by her aunt's malevolence. While others may be living their lives to the fullest, she remains confined within this personal prison, her spirit slowly eroded by the relentless abuse.
To make matters worse, Rose toils tirelessly to earn money for her aunt, solely for the purpose of repaying her gambling debts. She denies herself even the smallest pleasures, never daring to spend a penny on herself or save for a brighter future. The realization of her selfless sacrifice only deepens her anguish, and she clings to a picture frame containing the images of her beloved parents.
Gripping the frame tightly, tears stream down Rose's cheeks, tracing paths of sorrow and longing. In this moment of raw vulnerability, she yearns for a different life—a life where she could have grown up in the warm embrace of her parents' love, free from the torment that now consumes her.
Her heart aches for the ordinary joys and simple comforts that seem forever out of reach. But as the tears continue to fall, she finds solace in the memories of her parents, drawing strength from their love, even if they are no longer physically with her. In the depths of her pain, a flicker of hope remains a fragile ember that refuses to be extinguished completely. It is from this tiny spark that Rose finds the courage to endure another day, clinging to the belief that someday, somehow, a path to freedom and happiness may reveal itself.
As the campus bell rings, signaling the start of another day, a vibrant energy fills the air. Students make their way to their classes, their footsteps echoing on the pavement. Amongst the crowd, a shy and introverted girl quietly navigates, her gaze fixed on the ground, avoiding any direct eye contact with others.
Suddenly, Saisha, a lively and outgoing classmate, rushes toward her, brimming with excitement. Saisha's words spill out in a rush, "Rose, girl, give me your phone number. I can't contact you—" Her voice trails off as Rose hesitates, her response laced with uncertainty, "I don't have a phone."
Saisha's eyes widen in disbelief, her voice filled with surprise, "What? You don't have a phone?" The realization of Rose's lack of a common technological staple seems to catch Saisha off guard, momentarily rendering her speechless.
In the background, Alexa and her group of popular friends approach, overhearing the conversation. Alexa's voice drips with condescension as she interjects, her words laced with mockery, "Oh, so she doesn't have a phone..." A chorus of laughter erupts from Alexa's squad, their amusement fueled by the perceived anomaly of Rose's phoneless existence.
Rose's cheeks redden with a mix of embarrassment and frustration, her lack of a phone now becoming a subject of ridicule. The weight of her struggles and limited resources becomes even more apparent at this moment, accentuated by the stark contrast between her circumstances and the luxurious lifestyles of her peers.
With her head held low, Rose silently endures the judgment and taunting, her determination to persevere fueled by the knowledge that her worth extends far beyond material possessions.
As Saisha looks back and rolls her eyes at Alexa's mockery, she dismisses the Queenbee, saying, "Alexa, not now." Rose continues to walk forward, her gaze fixed on the ground, until one of the guys from Alexa's squad steps in front of her, deliberately blocking her path. Rose remains silent, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her skirt, refusing to meet his gaze.Confused by Rose's reaction, Saisha speaks up, her voice tinged with concern, "What's wrong with you?" Before Rose can respond, the guy forcefully shoves her, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground. A pained grunt escapes her lips as her elbows bear the brunt of the impact, the sting of injury coursing through her.As Rose looks up, she notices the guy's astonished expression as he gazes at her face. Saisha and the rest of Alexa's squad, including Alexa herself, turn their attention to Rose's face. Their laughter abruptly halts as they witness the fresh bruises on her cheeks and lips, a clear indication of recent
Rose listens silently as Alexa, wearing a smirk, commands her to bring an iced latte. She narrows her eyebrows, glancing momentarily at Blaze and then back at Alexa. Parting her lips, Rose quietly responds, "I don't think you should ask me to bring you things." Blaze's gaze remains fixed on Rose, observing the interaction between the two. Alexa, undeterred, smiles and retorts, "And I don't think you're allowed to refuse me. Oh, and don't forget the whipped cream." Rose scoffs, licking her lips, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Alexa. I am not your servant."In an instant, the expression on Alexa's face changes from a smile to a cold, piercing stare. She rises from her seat, narrowing her eyebrows in disbelief. "What did you just say to me?" she confronts Rose. Taking a deep breath, Rose meets her gaze and honesty fills her voice. "Alexa, I'm saying it won't be possible for me to bring you an iced latte."After a brief pause, Rose glances at Blaze and mocks, "Why don't you ask your bo
Approaching her with purposeful strides, he keeps his gaze fixed on her as he reaches out and snatches the knife from the man's hand with a swift motion. The weapon clatters to the floor, momentarily forgotten. The man stands there, stunned and bewildered, as he demands, "Who the fuck are you?"The newcomer, unfazed by the man's aggression, raises an eyebrow, his expression cool and collected. His focus remains on Rose as he answers in a calm yet assertive tone, "That's not important right now. What matters is that you release her and leave." There is an undeniable air of authority in his voice, commanding respect and attention.The man's surprise quickly turns into a mixture of anger and defiance. He takes a step forward, his face contorted with rage, ready to confront this unexpected challenger. But before he can make a move, the atmosphere becomes charged with tension, a standoff between two forces, uncertain of the outcome.“Dexter -” As Rose silently utters the name, her recogni
Rose's anxiety intensifies as the darkness envelops her, and the eerie sounds seem to grow louder, sending shivers down her spine. She can feel her heart racing, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid. Panic threatens to consume her, but she knows she must try to remain calm.Summoning her inner strength, Rose takes a deep breath, inhaling slowly and exhaling steadily. She repeats this breathing exercise, focusing on regulating her breath and calming her racing heart. With each breath, she feels a bit more centered, her mind clearing from the fog of fear.As she continues walking down the road, she senses a presence lurking in the shadows, an unseen force that sends a chill down her spine. To her left lies a dense forest, its darkness seeming to whisper secrets of its own. The creature's noises surround her, creating an atmosphere of mystery and foreboding.Rose quickens her pace, her instincts urging her to move away from the unsettling presence. Out of the corner of her eye, she c
Rose's heart pounds as she walks back home and witnesses her aunt sleeping with a man. The sight leaves her feeling unsettled, and she silently retreats to her own room, locking the door behind her. Seeking solace and a moment of respite, she washes her face, hoping to clear her mind.As the cool water splashes against her skin, memories resurface, and her thoughts return to the incident at the locker. She tries to connect the dots, to make sense of the tangled web that surrounds her. The gift of the mysterious phone plays on her mind, its significance becoming increasingly puzzling.Lying on her bed, Rose gazes up at the ceiling, her mind consumed by the need to piece everything together. Thoughts spill out in a whisper, "So if the person who sent me the phone is already aware of me, it means they are also aware of my aunt." The realization hits her like a jolt of electricity, and she gasps, instinctively placing a hand on her chest.Her mind races further, and she surmises, "It also
The revelation hits Blaze like a punch to the gut, the shock and disbelief evident on his face. His grip on Dexter's collar slowly loosens as a mix of emotions floods his mind. The enigmatic connection between Rose and Dexter adds another layer of complexity to the already tangled web of secrets and uncertainties that surround them.Blaze, visibly irritated by Dexter's playful response, takes a couple of steps away from him. He scoffs dismissively, attempting to downplay the significance of their newfound friendship. "You are exaggerating," he retorts, his voice laced with skepticism.Dexter maintains his casual demeanor, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He challenges Blaze with a question, "No, why would I? That's true that we are friends now. Does that bother you?" His words strike a nerve, catching Blaze off guard. He stammers, struggling to form a coherent response, "No, I—" After a brief pause, he gathers his composure and regains his confidence, asserting, "G
As Rose sits in the coffee shop, her patience wearing thin, she musters the courage to confront her tormentor. With trembling fingers, she dials the only saved number on her phone, her heart pounding in her chest. Each ring sends waves of unease down her spine, amplifying her anticipation and anxiety.Thoughts race through her mind as she wonders about the person on the other end of the line. Will they have a gentle, soothing voice, or will their words be sharp and cutting? Will they insult her further, adding to her distress, or will they cross a line and flirt with her, making her feel even more uncomfortable?The ringing continues, but there is no answer. Disappointment washes over Rose as she contemplates her next move. Just as she is about to set the phone back on the table, a new text message arrives. Eagerly, she unlocks her phone and reads the message, her eyes scanning the words."You think you can call me whenever you want and I will answer?"The message fuels a surge of ang
As Alexa's anger and need for retaliation consume her, she decides to take action against Rose. Swiftly, she positions her feet in Rose's way, deliberately causing her to trip. Helpless, Rose stumbles forward, unable to regain her balance. In a cruel twist of fate, the pool stands before her. With a loud splash, Rose plunges into the water, creating a commotion that diverts the attention of those nearby.Alexa smirks triumphantly, satisfied with her malicious act, and begins walking away. However, as Dexter and Saisha witness the incident, concern washes over their faces. Dexter immediately prepares himself to dive into the pool to help Rose, his instincts driving him to assist her in her time of need.In a surprising turn of events, Blaze, who had been observing the scene unfold, witnesses Rose struggling in the water. Without a moment's hesitation, he hurls his drink aside and leaps into the pool, determined to come to her rescue. His actions leave Alexa flabbergasted, her fury in
Her eyes alight upon scattered sketches strewn across the surface, drawing her in with an irresistible pull. Picking up one of the sketches, she is met with the striking image of a wolf, its form captured in intricate detail.As her gaze flits to another sketch, a closer view of the wolf reveals its menacing features—fangs bared and saliva dripping, an embodiment of primal ferocity.A series of similar sketches follow, each portraying the majestic yet fearsome creatures in different poses. A furrow creases Rose's brow in puzzlement as she contemplates the artist's apparent fixation on these lupine subjects.As she carefully rearranges the sketches to their original order, a familiar image catches her eye.Clutching the sketch in her hand, she finds hers
In the hushed classroom, a new day dawns as the professor strides in, an aura of authority trailing in his wake. With a decisive tone, he sets the tone for change, a subtle shift that sends ripples through the room. “There is a slight shift in the partners. Not with everyone though…” The announcement of revised pairings hangs in the air, a game of fate orchestrated by the professor's hand."Blaze Falcon will be paired with Alexa Preston," the words slice through the room, met with a flash of satisfaction on Alexa's features, a hint of devious delight dancing in her eyes. Rose, ever the vigilant observer, absorbs the news with a calm demeanor, her thoughts hidden behind a mask of composure.As the professor decrees Rose's new partner to be Dexter, a spark of determination ignites within her. Silently rising from her seat, she crosses the room
After the event in the auditorium, the history professor holds a session that leads to a discussion of a group project. The professor informs the students that they need to work in pairs and that he has already selected the pairs. "Blaze and I will be paired together -" Alexa exclaims excitedly to her group, and they all eagerly anticipate their partnership.However, Rose remains disinterested, her thoughts consumed by Kaden Preston and the strange feelings his presence invokes within her. Though physically present in the class, Rose is mentally unavailable until her name is called out.Saisha notices Rose's distraction and gently shakes her to bring her back to reality.Confused, Rose looks around and her eyes land on the teacher, who informs her that she will be paired with Blaze. "Rose White, you will
“Welcome to Westmount High, everyone. Please settle down!” As the host's voice fills the auditorium, the students' attention wavers, some idly scrolling through their phones while others stifle yawns, their interest waning in the face of the speaker's monologue. Obliged to listen despite their evident boredom, the audience resigns themselves to the proceedings, their focus drifting as the minutes tick by.After a brief interlude, the host announces the impending arrival of the chief guest, a declaration that sends a ripple of anticipation through the room. The atmosphere shifts palpably as a hush descends, the only sound the rhythmic cadence of approaching footsteps. A figure emerges, exuding an aura of authority and charisma, his posture erect, his presence commanding the attention of all in his wake. The room falls into a reverent silence as the man strides forward, his gaze steady and purposeful."Please, welcome… our chief guest… Kaden Preston," the host proclaims, his voice reso
“But, how is the rogue still alive?” The tension in the air is palpable as Alpha Kaden and Felicia engage in a conversation that delves into the darker aspects of their world, the shadow of danger looming over their peaceful existence. Felicia's question about the rogue's fate elicits a momentary grin from Alpha Kaden, a glint of pride in his eyes as he responds with a hint of satisfaction, "Who says he is still alive?"Understanding the implicit message in his words, Felicia nods in silent acknowledgment as Alpha Kaden reveals the grim truth behind the rogue's demise. "I killed him and left his body for his pack to see. This might be a warning for them," his words carry a weight of authority and a hint of menace, a testament to the unforgiving nature of their world.However, their conversation is abruptly interrupted by a persistent knocking at the
Blaze and Dexter, now in their human forms, navigate the dense shadows of the forest, their mission clear: to track down the mysterious brown-skinned wolf that has been wreaking havoc on unsuspecting humans. Blaze Falcon, with a steely determination in his eyes, leads the charge, intent on putting an end to the threat that looms amidst the trees.He is convinced that the wolf Rose encountered does not belong to their pack, hinting at the presence of a rogue or an outsider in their midst.As they venture deeper into the heart of the forest, the canopy of trees casting eerie shadows in the dim light, a misstep causes Dexter to trip over a fallen log, sending him sprawling onto the forest floor with a grunt of discomfort. Blaze, ever the pragmatic one, rolls his eyes at the clumsiness, planting his hands on his hips as he urges Dexter to regain his footing.
In the tense stillness of the forest, Rose's breath catches in her throat as the creature before it reveals itself to be a menacing werewolf. Its massive teeth gleam in the dim light, saliva dripping from its jaws, its predatory gaze fixed upon her with unyielding intensity. The intensity of his growls sends a chill down her spine, her every instinct screaming with primal fear.Frozen in place, Rose is gripped by the certainty that this encounter may be her last. Every hair on her body stands on end as fear courses through her veins, rendering her limbs heavy and unresponsive. She whimpers silently, her eyes averted from the wolf looming before her, her body half-sitting on the forest floor.Their eyes lock in a silent battle of wills, the intensity of the werewolf's gaze bearing down on her with a weight that feels suffocating. At this charged moment, the real
In the midst of the lively dance floor, Rose finds herself swept up in the excitement as Saisha eagerly pulls her towards two boys who have joined them, adding to the pulsating energy of the moment. With a shared sense of playfulness, Rose and Saisha continue to dance, their bodies moving in sync with the rhythm of the music as they lean into the boys, their hands exploring their waists and torsos in a flirtatious dance of proximity.As the boys' touch lingers on their bodies, a subtle tension simmers beneath the surface, heightened by the charged atmosphere of the club. Unbeknownst to Rose, Blaze, his gaze sharp and focused, watches the scene unfold with a growing sense of unease. His teeth grit in frustration as he observes Rose's carefree interaction with the boys, his possessive instincts flaring in response to the perceived threat to their connection.Determined to draw Rose's attention away from the boys, Blaze subtly maneuvers through the crowded dance floor, his movements purp
In the darkness of the forest, a pack of wolves prowls, their presence commanding and fierce. Standing tall among them is their alpha, a figure of authority and power. With an air of pride, he raises his head, acknowledging the pack's submission as they bow their wolf heads in reverence.The wolves exude an electric energy, fully immersed in their instinctual nature. It is the night of the wolves, under the radiant full moon, a time when their primal instincts are heightened. The alpha addresses his pack, his voice resounding with unwavering confidence."Tonight, we hunt as one," the alpha declares, his words carrying the weight of their shared purpose. "Should any rogues dare to cross our path, we shall eliminate them without mercy."As the alpha speaks, a transformation unfolds before their eyes. His human facade fades away, replaced by the form of a formidable and majestic wolf. With each leap, his body grows in size and strength. His sharp claws glisten in the moonlight, and his t