HAZEL POVThe idea that Maria Chen might have anything to do with framing Darryl felt absurd. She was the quiet girl who spent hours practicing piano and buried herself in calculus homework. How could someone so seemingly harmless orchestrate such a sinister plan?Amy echoed my skepticism, pacing back and forth across her room. “There’s no way it’s Maria,” she insisted, stopping to face me. “She barely talks to anyone. She’s too… well, nice.”I nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. “Exactly. Why would she even want to frame Darryl? Her sister disappeared years ago—it doesn’t make sense.” My chest tightened at the thought of Gracia’s tragic death and how it had haunted Maria ever since. It just didn’t fit.But then Lucian spoke up from where he leaned against the wall. “Maybe that’s exactly why we’re not seeing it,” he said slowly. “What if it’s not about malice or hatred? What if it’s about grief?”Both Amy and I turned to him, surprised by his words. “Grief?” I repeated, frowning. “How do
"What about her?" I whispered again, clutching the hem of my shirt tightly, hoping he would say more.He turned away, shaking his head slightly. "Hazel," he said softly, almost like a sigh, "some truths are best left uncovered." "What do you mean?" I asked, taking a step forward. "You can't just drop something like that and walk away."But he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked out toward the empty field. "Your mother was... special," he began slowly. "She saw things others couldn’t. She knew secrets no one should have known." He paused, glancing back at me briefly before looking away again. "And because of that, she paid a price."My breath caught in my throat. "What kind of price?" I demanded, stepping closer. "What happened to her? Why won’t anyone talk about her?"Mr. Thompson sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "It’s not my place to tell you these things," he said finally. "Some stories are better left untold. They only bring nothing but pain.""Pain or not,
HAZEL "Third complaint this month, Hazel. Third!" Bob slammed his hands on his desk. "And this time you actually hit a customer?" I sank into the chair opposite him and smiled as I recalled the satisfying moment of slapping that creep who wouldn’t keep his hands to himself. It felt good to fight back, even if I knew it only added to my troubles. But I should have known better by now. Standing up for myself never ended well - it just gave everyone another excuse to remind me how different I was, how I didn't fit in. These reminders came daily. In the stares of strangers, in the whispered conversations they thought I couldn't hear, in the way people either avoided me entirely or got too close for comfort. My crime? Being born with hair and eyes of pure Gold. Not the fake bottle blonde or amber that you might assume, but actual metallic gold. The doctors called it a genetic anomaly. The kids at school called me a freak. I just called it my curse. And tonight, that curse had cos
HAZELThe "Welcome to Ravenville" sign emerged from the darkness, it's faded letters shone by the taxi's headlights. Eight years of running and here I was, crawling back to the one place my dad swore I never to return to.The cab driver hadn't said a word since I boarded, and I was grateful for the silence. No awkward questions about why a teenager was traveling alone at night, No suspicious glances at my strange golden eyes in his rearview mirror. Just the quiet sound of the engine and my thoughts for company.Until my phone buzzed, again.I sighed and glanced at the screen. Aunt Jenna's name flashed for what felt like the hundredth time."Hazel, this is insane! Answer me!""Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?""What about your father? Did you even tell him you're coming?"I switched the phone to silent and dropped it into my bag. She wasn't wrong about Dad – I hadn't told him I was coming. The plan was simple. find a motel, get settled, then figure out how to break the news
DARRYL "Darryl, you're gonna snap the steering wheel in half if you grip it any tighter." Katrina’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I blinked and eased my hands off the wheel slightly realizing how tightly I’d been holding it. I muttered, “Sorry,” but didn’t look at her. My mind was somewhere else—no, on someone else. The girl we just ran into. I didn’t want to think about her, I didn’t want to drag up memories I’d buried years ago. But the past always had a way of creeping up when you least expected it. Especially when the past stares you in the face. Hazel. The girl who left everything in ruins on a day that should’ve been perfect. My tenth birthday—one that turned my entire life upside down. It was supposed to be a day filled with laughter, plans, and promises. Hazel and I had spent weeks planning it. We were going to spend the whole day together, just like we used to. She had promised it would be unforgettable. And it was… just not in the way I expected.
HAZEL "You don't need to walk me in, Dad. I'm not eight anymore." I stood in the school parking lot, shifting my backpack on my shoulders while he gave me that worried look I'd seen a thousand times since coming back to Ravenville. Dad's hand went to the silver pendant around my neck, adjusting it for the tenth time this morning. "Just... promise me you'll keep this on. No matter what." "Yeah, yeah, your magic necklace. Got it." I rolled my eyes but touched the pendant anyway. It felt weirdly warm against my skin, like it always did. "Are you ever going to tell me why it's so important?" His face did that thing where it shut down completely. "Just keep it on. And Hazel? “ "What?" "Remember - two weeks. Two weeks is all you get. If thing's don't work out—-" "You'll ship me back to Aunt Jenna. Yeah, I got it." I didn't look back as I walked away, afraid he'd see how much that thought terrified me. Two weeks. Fourteen days to prove I belonged here, to make Darryl remember me
HAZELI stood there, my feet refusing to move even as my mind screamed at me to just get the hell out of there. Darryl's words kept echoing in my head. "You disgust me." Three words shouldn't have the power to destroy someone, but these did. My hands wouldn't stop shaking no matter how hard I tried to steady them, and the worst part was knowing I probably deserved every bit of this pain. After all, I was the one who had abandoned him all those years ago. I was the one who had broken our promise of an unforgettable birthday. My gaze drifted to the deep scratches in the wall where his hand had struck, and I tried to convince myself that they had been there before. There was no way a normal teenager could have left marks that deep in a solid wall. Not unless they had some kind of unnatural strength. As I stared at the marks, my feet finally started to cooperate, slowly carrying me away from this hallway. But the further I got, the more I realized just how silent everything was. I co
HAZEL"Your secret is safe with me." I turned around so fast I nearly lost my balance. "What secret?" I managed to get that out, while my mind raced through everything that had just happened in that hallway. Did he see what really happened? Did the memory wipe or whatever it was not work on him?Lucian smiled. "About how you stood Darryl up on his birthday. He told me everything."The relief that flooded through me was so intense I almost laughed. Of course that's what he meant. What else could he have been talking about? Maybe I really had imagined everything in that hallway. "Oh. Right. That.""Were you expecting something else?" He raised an eyebrow.I shook my head quickly. "No, just... it's been a weird day. Look you're Darryl's friend, which means we probably shouldn't be having this conversation.""Actually, that's exactly why we should be talking." He stepped beside me, and I noticed he had to slow down his long strides to match my pace. "I want to help you fix things with h
"What about her?" I whispered again, clutching the hem of my shirt tightly, hoping he would say more.He turned away, shaking his head slightly. "Hazel," he said softly, almost like a sigh, "some truths are best left uncovered." "What do you mean?" I asked, taking a step forward. "You can't just drop something like that and walk away."But he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked out toward the empty field. "Your mother was... special," he began slowly. "She saw things others couldn’t. She knew secrets no one should have known." He paused, glancing back at me briefly before looking away again. "And because of that, she paid a price."My breath caught in my throat. "What kind of price?" I demanded, stepping closer. "What happened to her? Why won’t anyone talk about her?"Mr. Thompson sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "It’s not my place to tell you these things," he said finally. "Some stories are better left untold. They only bring nothing but pain.""Pain or not,
HAZEL POVThe idea that Maria Chen might have anything to do with framing Darryl felt absurd. She was the quiet girl who spent hours practicing piano and buried herself in calculus homework. How could someone so seemingly harmless orchestrate such a sinister plan?Amy echoed my skepticism, pacing back and forth across her room. “There’s no way it’s Maria,” she insisted, stopping to face me. “She barely talks to anyone. She’s too… well, nice.”I nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. “Exactly. Why would she even want to frame Darryl? Her sister disappeared years ago—it doesn’t make sense.” My chest tightened at the thought of Gracia’s tragic death and how it had haunted Maria ever since. It just didn’t fit.But then Lucian spoke up from where he leaned against the wall. “Maybe that’s exactly why we’re not seeing it,” he said slowly. “What if it’s not about malice or hatred? What if it’s about grief?”Both Amy and I turned to him, surprised by his words. “Grief?” I repeated, frowning. “How do
HAZEL POV"GET. YOUR. HANDS. OFF. HER."The voice belonged to Lucian, and its effect was immediate. Taylor's fingers loosened instantly, and I gasped for air, my lungs burning as I sucked in deep breaths. Taylor stumbled backward, his face draining of color. Lucian's presence filled the space between us, and I barely recognized him - his usually kind expression had been replaced by something dangerous."I said," Lucian repeated. "get your hands off her."Taylor tried to put on a brave face, but I could see him trembling. "Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?" he spat, gesturing wildly in my direction. "This freak was following me around, watching me like some psycho stalker!"Lucian took a step forward, and despite being shorter than Taylor, he somehow seemed to tower over him. "Call her a freak one more time," he said. "I dare you.""What, are you her bodyguard now?" Taylor sneered but his voice cracked. "You're both just a bunch of—"He never finished that sentence. Lucian mo
HAZELI positioned myself strategically near the back of the classroom, my eyes never leaving Taylor Matthews. After our careful strategy session with Lucian and Amy, I knew he was one of our top suspects.The yearbook research had revealed multiple confrontations between him and Darryl—competitive sports rivalries, academic tensions, and some mysterious incidents that never made it to official records. Matthews sat two rows ahead, seemingly relaxed, chatting with his friend Jake about some weekend plans."Dude, you should have seen how wasted Thompson got at the party," Jake laughed, leaning closer to Taylor. "I'm telling you, he was completely out of it."Taylor smirked, his fingers drumming against his notebook. "Thompson's always been weird. Something's off about that guy."My ears perked up. A casual comment about Mr. Thompson? Interesting. I pretended to be engrossed in my biology textbook, but every muscle in my body was focused on their conversation."Speaking of weird," Jake
HAZEL POVI sat in the cold prison cell, staring at the gray walls that had become my home. The metal chair scraped against the floor as Chief Jared walked in, a smirk on his face that made my wolf want to snarl. But I stayed quiet, watching him through narrowed eyes."Enjoying your stay?" Jared asked, dropping a thick folder on the table. "Must be lonely in here, with no one to save you."I let out a dry laugh. "You mean with all those evidences Lucian gave you? Yeah, I know it was him."The smile dropped from his face. He hadn't expected me to know that. But then he grinned, and it was worse than his anger."Hurts, doesn't it?" he said. "When someone you trust betrays you. Lucian's been very helpful. Years of photos, documentation. He did a thorough job.""What I want to know," I said, leaning forward, "is why you hate us so much. What did werewolves ever do to you, Jared?"His fist came out of nowhere, catching me in the jaw. "You don't get to ask the questions, monster."I spat bl
HAZELNo wonder it looked familiar, I thought, staring at the symbol on the book. It was the pack’s symbol—the same one I’d seen countless times without realizing its significance. But why was it here, on a book from an orphanage?I turned to Amy, still trying to process everything. “Okay, I get that it’s the pack’s symbol, but why are you so shocked? It’s just a book.”Amy gave me a look like I was missing something obvious. “Hazel, you said you saw records there, right? Among other records of children?”“Yeah,” I said slowly. “So?”“So,” Amy said, her voice rising, “that means someone from our pack dumped a kid in that orphanage. Don’t you see how weird that is?”I shrugged, still not understanding why she was making such a big deal out of it. “I mean, it’s not that shocking. Anyone could’ve placed their child in an orphanage. Maybe they couldn’t take care of them or something.”Amy shook her head, her expression serious. “No, Hazel, you don’t get it. Only high-ranking officials in
HAZELThe book looked old, the edges worn and covered in dust, but it was the symbol on the cover that caught my attention. Something about it felt familiar, like I had seen it before—but where? My fingers hovered over the rough leather, tracing the faint lines of the design. The more I looked, the more I felt like I had to take it with me.“Lucian,” I said, holding the book up. “Do you know what this symbol means?”He frowned, stepping closer to examine it. “No idea. Never seen it before. Why?”“It looks familiar,” I muttered, running my fingers over the design. “Like I’ve seen it somewhere, but I can’t remember where.”Lucian shrugged. “Probably just one of those random symbols people use for decoration. It’s an old book, Hazel. Probably doesn’t mean anything.”I wasn’t so sure. Something about it felt… important. Like it was connected to everything that had been happening lately. I clutched the book tighter. “Can I take this? I want to look into it more.”He raised an eyebrow. “You
HAZEL POVI stared at the next page of Lucian's diary. The drawing was incredibly detailed - far more sophisticated than the earlier ones. It showed a couple standing in front of a house, a baby cradled in their arms. But what made my skin crawl was how Lucian had drawn dark lines crossing out the baby's face, the strokes so angry they'd torn through the paper."Lucian..." I whispered, touching the page gently. "What is this?"He let out a bitter laugh. "That's them. My biological parents. And their replacement child.""Replacement?" The word felt heavy in my mouth."Ten years ago, I found them." His voice was eerily calm. "They had this perfect little life in the suburbs. Nice house, good jobs... and a new baby. They adopted a baby. One they actually wanted to keep."I closed the diary, turning to face him. "How did you find them?""It wasn't hard. They kept their same names, same jobs. They didn't even try to hide." His hands clenched into fists. "They abandoned me the day I was bor
HAZEL POV"Welcome to my childhood home," Lucian said as he pushed open the heavy wooden door. It creaked ominously, sending a shower of dust into the air.I stepped inside, immediately getting tangled in cobwebs. "Ugh!" I brushed the sticky strands from my hair and face while trying not to think about the spiders that might have come with them."Sorry about that," Lucian chuckled, helping me remove a particularly stubborn strand from my shoulder. "Housekeeping's been a bit lacking since, well, everyone left."The entrance hall was huge, with a grand staircase sweeping up to the second floor. Moonlight came in through dirty windows. I noticed Lucian's shoulders tensing as he looked around and without thinking, I reached for his hand.He glanced down at our joined hands, surprise written across his face before it melted into a warm smile. I smiled back and gave his hand a gentle squeeze."Come on," he said, pulling me toward one of the walls. "I want to show you something."He pointed