Sophia's POV All I could focus on was Alexander, even after I left him there with his little pet. His posture was stiff, unreadable, his eyes locked on Lauren and Liam, his jaw clenched with something I couldn’t quite name. Hurt? Anger? Confusion? It didn’t matter. What mattered was the mess and
Abigail's POV The playground was my kingdom, a place where the swings soared higher than the clouds and the slides were steep enough to make my stomach flip with excitement. The sun was shining so brightly that everything looked like it was made of gold, and the air smelled like fresh grass and
I sighed, my fingers running through my hair. “I don’t know, Daph. It’s complicated.” “Complicated?” She raised an eyebrow, finally glancing up at me. “It’s just clothes?” “No, I mean, it’s not the clothes. It’s just—that means I would need to call Alexander. I’m not sure I can right now.” My vo
Alexander's POV The trail was faint, but it was enough. The forest was thick, the trees towering above us like silent sentinels, casting long shadows over the path. Lauren walked just behind, her face tight with worry, her steps quick but careful as she followed my lead—broken branches, disturbe
She scoffed, flipping her hair out of her face. “I followed you! What has gotten into you—” She paused, her eyes moving to the scene, “Alexander… what did you…” I narrowed my eyes, “We need to leave—” Below me, one of the rogues lunged, crimson still gushing from his chest as he grabbed the syri
Lauren I stood at the edge of the bed, my arms wrapped around myself like I could hold all the broken pieces of my heart together. The monitor’s steady beeping felt like a countdown, each sound slicing through me. My eyes stayed locked on the faint rise and fall of his chest, desperate for any si
I glanced back at Alexander, lying so still on the bed. My heart twisted painfully in my chest. Despite everything, despite the hurt and the complications, I still cared about him. The thought of walking away, of not being here when he woke up… if he woke up… it felt like a betrayal. Liam’s express
Lauren Abigail’s small frame framed by the harsh light of window, cradle in my arms with the heart monitors beep filling out ears. Her brown eyes, so much like mine yet holding a depth of understanding far beyond her years, something I’ve seen more in Own then my little sunshine. Her gaze was loc
“Wait, what?” I blinked, not entirely understanding. “What do you mean, not one of us?”Theo’s smirk grew. “Not one of your family’s pack, Abigail. There are some bloodlines stronger than others. Some are... legendary.”Owen and I shot eachother a wary glance. The moutain visit. Our blood.Owen’s fa
AbigailI was so ready to figure this mystery out.We were in our usual hideout—a massive fort constructed in our room, the pillows and cushions build tall and hide—filled to the brim with toys and light up by a small portable lap. It was my favorite place to vent about absolutely everything, and to
Worst of all, he was right.A sickening wave of guilt crashed over me. It wasn’t about him. It was me—my own weakness. The way I’d let everything spiral out of control, let myself be influenced and now…I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of every unspoken word lodged in my throat. My lips parted,
Lauren Liam left with all the dramatics of a man who knew exactly how to piss off Alexander. A slow, taunting exit, the ghost of a smirk on his face like he had won something. He even had the audacity to wink.The second the door clicked shut, I felt it—the air shifting. Heavy. Charged.My head was
“Well, don’t you two look cozy,” Liam mused, his eyes flicking between us before landing squarely on me. “I was beginning to think you weren’t going to wake up.”“Liam,” Alexander growled, already swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Get out.”“Sorry, can’t,” Liam said smoothly. “Business.”
LaurenPain.That was the first thing I registered. A dull, aching soreness that settled deep in my muscles like I had run a marathon, fought a war, and then been hit by a truck for good measure. My body felt...off. Like I wasn’t quite put together right, like my bones didn’t fit inside my skin prop
But she didn’t.Her teeth sank even deeper, and the pain spiked, blinding me for a moment. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog, my body thrashing beneath her, trying to free myself without breaking her apart in the process.But it wasn’t enough.Her jaw deepened it’s hold on me, and I knew in a
AlexanderThe moment we hit the tree line, I shifted, my body snapping, twisting, reshaping in a way that should be painful but wasn’t. A familiar rush of heat, the pull of instinct taking over, and suddenly I was running on all fours—massive, powerful, my black fur blending into the night.Beside m
AlexanderThe moment I stepped into the clearing, I knew something was wrong.Lauren’s scent was thick in the air, but beneath it—beneath the sweat, the earth, the raw, electric energy—there was pain.And then I heard her scream.The sound gutted me.“What the hell is going on?” My voice boomed as I