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They say you changed me
I used to scowl before
But I smile more now
I used to shout before
But I listen now
I used to hide before
But I embrace myself now
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Charlotte didn't get any sleep the whole night. What she felt in the woods kept nagging her again and again.
Though she has no idea why she even went into the woods in the first place, the thought that someone was watching her, disturbed her immensely.
Maybe someone among the patrol warriors…
Releasing a sigh, she squeezed her eyes shut and decided to take a walk outside.
As soon as she stepped outside the cottage, the cool air caresse
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…………………………………… Tell me How does it feel To be seen Without trying To be heard Without screaming To be loved Without getting hurt? …………………………………… Azraiel stood up from the chair in his hotel room and moved his neck sideways to release the tension building up. As per his men, the Grishams have a flight to Vietnam tomorrow. Of course, Azraiel wouldn’t let them leave but it would be better to confront them somewhere …where they can’t make a scene or escape. Right now, Azraiel was sitting in a small hotel room next to the room at which the Grishams are staying. His men have been keeping him updated about every activity of theirs. To make things easier, Azraiel’s men had actually booked the entire hotel under different names. So as of now, apart from the hotel staff, only Grishams and he and his men occupied the entire building. Their werewolf hearing made it easier to pic
Charlotte let out a silent sigh and wiped off the sweat dripping from her forehead on her sleeve as she plucked out the weeds in the pack farm. In this pack, everyone performs one task or another to efficiently run this pack. The duties for every person keep rotating among tasks they could perform. It actually serves two purposes; one, every person gets to learn about multiple jobs and two, the rotation makes it extremely difficult to be corrupt and get away with it. Today, Theo informed her that she is assigned to the farms… And she has zero knowledge about farming… But it made sense…. No one here really knows her so putting her in a place of authority would be a foolish move, so it makes sense to put her in a place where she can be easily monitored and have fewer chances of screwing up. The pack grows its own vegetables fruits herbs and sp
…………………………………..Time doesn’t matter….Sometimes you don’t reallyKnow your own familyEven after living with themFor yearsAnd sometimes…Just a glanceAt a strangerIs more than enoughTo know who they are….……………………………………It was Sunday already and Charlotte was getting worried and worried in Azraiel’s absence. She had a gut feeling that her fears had turned out to be true.Grishams betrayed her and joined with Sarah…or whoever it is that is trying to hurt her…What she couldn’t understand is the why…Why did they betray the girl they had helped raise? What c
……………………………………………….“Can you at least look at me in the eyes,Or are you afraid that I’ll catch your lies?”……………………………………………….“Theo!”Charlotte froze at the voice…..or may be it was the anger evident in his voice that made her drop her hands from Theo’s waist and step back in a few seconds.Hesitantly, she looked up at Theo and was taken aback by the emotions on display on his face.Fear…. Defiance….and….Something she was afraid of identifying.He was looking right behind her.
Charlotte has been eagerly waiting for Azraiel. She desperately wanted to know what happened with the Grishams. Also with Theo… Meanwhile, she has changed her clothes, wrote everything that has happened in her journal, and was now pacing in the small drawing-room of her cottage. Azraiel should be here in 10 minutes or so. She wondered what has happened to put Azraiel in a foul mood. Sure, he didn’t look at her with anger, but she’d have to be blind to not see the anger in his eyes. She just hopes that Azraiel didn’t misunderstand her hug with Theo. After drinking a glass of water to calm her nerves, she moves out and sits on the steps of the cottage. The sky was clear and the sun was blazing heat. She mindlessly studied the trees, sky, and the window of Azraiel’s room in anticipation. She was about to go inside after getting bore
Charlotte couldn’t take it anymore, so she let the tears flow down her cheeks. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me crying before Taking a shuddering breath, she quietly muttered, “Can I see the video?” Azraiel silently took the phone and gave it back to her after a few seconds. No point in delaying anymore….Let’s see why they betrayed me…. She clicked on the play icon and the video started. Mr. and Mrs. Grishams are sitting on the edge of the bed, looking like they have seen a ghost. Archie wasn’t with them, most probably Azraiel sent him elsewhere on purpose. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to know the truth.” Azraiel’s voice is loud and clear. “But…who are you?” Mrs. Grishams enquire shakily. “That doesn’t matter. You are not leaving this room until you
Charlotte froze the moment she heard Richard’s name. The phone was about to slip from her hands when Azraiel caught it.Richard….Sarah’s brother….But…but he’s a wolf….he bit her…Charlotte abruptly turned towards Azraiel horrified as the realization of reality dawned on her.He sighed at her questioning glance, “Yes, I’m afraid that Sarah is a wolf too.”A dozen thoughts instantly came to her mind in a second and she felt as if she’d faint.“Charlotte...” Azraiel held her by arm shoulders as she clutched her head. She could hear him move and in the next second, she was hugging his torso and he was slightly patting her head.For a few seconds, she just clutched him and tried to relax. His scent oddly made her calm and strang
“Your Uncle’s dead sister.” What? Another lie…. “Apparently, your Uncle Arthur had an older sister, Edna. She went missing a few months before your mother showed up but since she was an adult everyone assumed she ran away. He has used it to conjure up a story, Charlotte. Everyone already believes that he is your uncle, your mother’s brother, but now, he has completely wiped off your mother’s existence. He has told everyone that his sister ran away because she was pregnant and she died while giving birth to you. Since he was the only family left, he started taking care of you. He even conjured up her death certificate. But here’s the thing Charlotte…even if the tale about Edna being pregnant is true, we have no way of verifying if she’s dead or even run away or not….As far as I know, he has already made fake documents in every place to back up his story…” As Azraiel
Aunt Caitlyn sat on the plush sofa in Azraiel’s drawing room, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The rich, dark wood of the furniture glinted faintly under the muted glow of the overhead chandelier, and the scent of pinewood from the hearth lingered in the air. She had rushed over in her nightclothes, barely taking the time to throw a coat over her shoulders when Ayleen’s desperate call came.The sound of Ayleen’s sobs still echoed in her ears, and Caitlyn’s heart clenched at the memory. The young woman had flung herself into her arms the moment she stepped through the door, her body trembling with unspoken fears.Now, as she sat in the center of the tension-filled room, Caitlyn couldn’t help but notice how heavy the atmosphere was. Matt and Theo stood to the side, their postures rigid, their expressions grim. Siobhan sat beside Ayleen on the loveseat, murmuring soft reassurances while rubbing her back gently. Ayleen, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen, leaned her head against Siobhan
The moonlight cast a faint, silvery glow on the forest path leading to Alana’s house, illuminating the route just enough for Kira to navigate without stumbling. Her boots crunched softly against the dirt, the sound oddly loud in the stillness of the night. She glanced up at the looming trees, their dark branches intertwining above her to form a canopy that swallowed most of the moonlight. It felt like the forest itself was holding its breath. Alana’s house came into view, a small structure perched on the edge of the pack’s territory. Its isolation was deliberate—an unspoken acknowledgment of the unease the pack felt around the witch. Even as she approached, Kira couldn’t help but feel the weight of its placement. It wasn’t just physical distance that separated Alana from the others; it was a barrier of mistrust and fear. Kira slowed her steps, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of the dagger strapped to her thigh. She didn’t expect trouble, but being cautious never hurt. The
Katya tossed aside another of her mother’s journals, letting it fall to the floor with a defeated sigh. The thick stack of ancient leather-bound books was strewn across the room, each one filled with spells, enchantments, and writings about flames of every imaginable color—blue, black, green, even a rare purple. But nowhere, not a single line, had mentioned the mysterious silver flame. It felt as though the answers she sought were just beyond reach, buried beneath years of her mother’s guarded knowledge.Katya rubbed her temples, feeling a growing frustration behind her eyes as she got up from the floor, carefully stepping over a couple of loose pages that had scattered during her search. She wandered into the kitchen, her bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor, where the hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the wall clock punctuated the otherwise heavy silence of the night. She reached for the coffee pot, her hands moving almost mechanically, measuring out the coffee grou
For the next two hours, various tests were conducted on Charlotte to determine the cause of her condition. They wanted to be certain that she was physically fine before drawing any conclusions. Some of the test results came back normal, and now they were awaiting the others.Dr. Humphrey had checked Charlotte’s vitals earlier—her pulse, heartbeat, blood pressure, and brain activity were all normal. Yet, despite these signs of life, Charlotte remained unconscious, as though trapped in a deep slumber. Azraiel lay beside her, his body healing slowly from the burns, but his heart was heavy with worry. The others had left the room to give them space, gathering downstairs in the hall.Katya had left the house altogether, determined to search her mother’s books and journals for anything related to the mysterious silver fire and its effects. Ayleen, who had been inconsolable earlier, reluctantly joined the others after Dr. Humphrey insisted they needed the room to monitor both Charlotte and A
Azraiel’s scream tore through the night as the silver flames licked at his skin, searing his flesh. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt—blinding, all-consuming—but he pushed through it. His grip tightened around Charlotte’s limp body as he lifted her into his arms, ignoring the fire that burned him down to his core. Every breath was a struggle, coming in short, agonized puffs as the heat smothered him, but he refused to let go.He summoned his true-blooded wolf, the primal strength buried deep within him, and let out a howl of pain and anguish that echoed through the walls. The wolf took over, guiding him with a singular focus—protect Charlotte. His feet moved on instinct as he hurried into the room, the flames still biting at his skin, and laid her carefully on their bed.As soon as her body touched the bed, Azraiel collapsed, his knees buckling under the unbearable pain. He hit the floor with a thud, the flames finally retreating, but leaving him scorched, his body covered
Azraiel felt her pain before he heard her voice. The intensity of the headache that slammed through the mindlink sent a sharp jolt of panic through his entire body. He was at the pack border, inspecting the security for Charlotte’s introductory ball with Kira, Matt, and Katya, when it hit him like a physical blow. The agony was overwhelming, and it wasn’t just his own—he could feel Charlotte’s fear pulsing through their bond.Without a word, Azraiel spun on his heels and sprinted towards her, his heart racing with dread. He knew something was wrong, terribly wrong, and he couldn't waste another second. Behind him, Matt, Kira, and Katya followed, their footsteps pounding through the woods as they tried to keep up with his pace.Matt’s voice cut through the rush of wind and trees as they ran. “Charlotte left the banquet hall a few hours ago. Ayleen left for home not long after. They must be at your place.”Azraiel heard him, but he couldn’t respond. His mind was racing too fast, his hear
Charlotte stood on the balcony, her arms wrapped around her middle, deep in thought as the cool night air played with the loose strands of her hair. Below her, the maze in the garden glowed with a soft golden hue. Yellow-golden fairy lights had been draped intricately along the maze's borders, casting an ethereal glow that illuminated the neatly trimmed hedges. The lights flickered gently in the breeze, their glow stretching out like long fingers that traced across the stone walls of the estate, spilling golden shadows across her face. Her reflection caught in the glass door behind her, her expression drawn, her lips pressed into a thin line of unease.Azraiel had taken charge of the preparations for her ball—her introductory event. As usual, he was meticulous, ensuring every detail was perfect. Charlotte had been busy too, focusing on the decorations and arrangements, but her mind was not with the party. Hours ago, something had happened, something that had shaken her in ways she cou
Matt tossed and turned in his bed, the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting silver streaks across the room. Sleep was elusive, as his mind replayed the conversation he'd had with Kira just yesterday.“The way you look at her...it’s the same way Theo looks at Samantha and Alpha looks at Luna.” Kira had said.He had laughed it off at the time, but now, in the stillness of the night, the weight of her words pressed down on him. How could he have been so transparent? How could he have let his guard down so easily?Years ago, he and Katya had been inseparable, especially during that rescue mission for Ayleen. They were younger then, driven by adrenaline and the high stakes of their world. It had been easy to mistake the intensity of their connection for something more. And perhaps, back then, it had been more.But they had grown up. They had changed. He wasn’t the same impulsive wolf he’d been, and Katya wasn’t the same mysterious witch who could read his thoughts before he’d
The Blue Orchid packhouse was alive with the hustle and bustle of preparations for the grand ball, an event that drew werewolves from packs far and wide. However, in the quiet confines of Theo’s office, an entirely different kind of preparation was underway.Charlotte, the Luna of the Blue Orchid pack and the Alpha of her own unnamed supernatural pack sat poised in one of the plush leather chairs, her sharp eyes fixed on Theo. Samantha, Theo’s mate, sat beside her, her interest piqued by the serious discussion they were about to have. Theo, the Beta of the Blue Orchid pack, stood behind his desk, his presence commanding the room.“The world of werewolf politics is more intricate than it appears,” Theo began, his voice steady and authoritative. “As Luna of the Blue Orchid pack and Alpha of your own, you, Luna, must be well-versed in the dynamics of our world. And Samantha, as my mate, your understanding of these matters is equally important.”Samantha nodded, her curiosity evident. Char