Sorry, it's a bit shorter. really tired right now and that means writing is going so slow. I hope you're all doing well. do you like Chris better now? he has grown up a bit. who do you think meadow is going to see and why?
Osiris’ pov I had asked Meadow to get in touch with Samira. She was the one who said banishing people and turning them rogue didn’t work. I thought she might like to be there for the trial. Maybe has some insights into what would be a good punishment or how to do things in the future. I know Meado
Cyrus’ pov This wasn’t what I pictured I’d be doing here. But fucking anything for the pack right? I didn’t hate it, as much as I used to. Maybe because I knew I could go back to my old fucking job after this. Or maybe because the more I did it, the more I thought that Damian deserved fucking bette
“Thanks Kane.” Easton then asked Kane questions. Making sure Kane wasn’t involved. Asking why Kane wouldn’t suspect something more was going on and why he was still seeing Damian. Kane got angry, “I love him. He made a mistake, but you don’t know what his father put him through. He didn’t know thi
Lily’s pov“Luna Lily, can you tell us what you saw when you entered the room?” Cyrus asked me.It surprised me how good he was at this. It wasn’t that he wasn’t smart enough. It’s just, I had never seen him so professional and without any curse words. I had just told everyone how Damian asked me to
“So what did you tell them?” Cyrus asked.“At first I just ignored their mindlinks. But then my dad offered me and Kane safe passage. I had a moment of weakness. I knew they were going to find us anyway and I felt so bad for putting Kane in this position. So I told him where we were. I was then thro
Meadow’s pov “So how do you feel now about the whole trial?” Chris asked Cyrus. We were on a double date and it had been a month since Damian’s trial. “It was fucking weird, being a lawyer again. It’s like riding a fucking bike I guess, I didn’t find it really hard. It’s just not something that I
I looked at Chris, his legs were near mine and his arms was almost touching mine. “Are you talking about me?” he asked with a wink, seeing me stare at him. I blushed and placed my arms against his, making our skin touch. He didn’t put his arm away, instead he took my hand. He looked at me, as if h
“But it did change things. You don’t want me anymore.” I replied. He raised his eyebrow, wondering where I got that idea from. “You don’t even know the things I want to do to you. But only when you’re ready. I think you’re the most beautiful, strong, caring woman I have ever met and even sitting ne