LaurenThe plane hums gently beneath us, a constant low vibration that lulls my tense muscles, but the restlessness in my chest refuses to fade. The world outside the window is a blur of clouds, white and endless, stretching into infinity. It’s a view I should be able to appreciate—one that should
He exhales a slow breath, his gaze unwavering. “You couldn’t have. Your family kept their secrets buried. That’s why it’s so dangerous. Someone’s going to want our kids, and they’ll stop at nothing to get them. That’s all that matters now. How we can do right by them.”I nod again, but the uncertain
LaurenThe fluorescent lights of the hospital buzzed softly, a sound I usually drowned out in the chaos of my shifts. But tonight, it was all I could hear.The rhythm of my heartbeat, steady yet troubled, echoed in my ears as I sat hunched over my desk, staring at the blank page in front of me. My m
Lauren My office smelled of old books and ink, the air thick with something unspoken as Liam leaned against the desk, just a little too close. I should’ve expected it from him—he had a habit of ignoring personal space, especially when he thought he had the upper hand.“What do you mean?” I bristled
Lauren The mansion was silent at midnight, the kind of heavy quiet that made every creak in the floorboards feel like a scream. I exhaled slowly, easing open the window of my bedroom, the cool night air brushing against my skin.I was already dressed in black—typical, I know, but sneaking out requi
I set my jaw. “I do.”“Right, but I’m saying this will hurt. I’ve been there. It’s not an easy fix. We don’t even know if it’s a fix. This is a guess.”I hesitated. But I needed to be able to shift to protect the kids. In an emergency, I couldn’t afford to be weak. And that wasn’t all of it.It was
Lauren The little red pill sat in the center of my palm, looking entirely too innocent for something that promised a week of pain and chaos.Liam’s words echoed in my head: “Take one every morning. And… hold on.” Not exactly comforting instructions.I exhaled, rolled my shoulders, and swallowed it
OwenI nodded absently as Abigail sprawled across my bed, legs kicking in the air like she had zero respect for personal space. Which, let’s be honest, she didn’t.“So,” she said, stretching the word out like she was testing it. “Have you tried transforming again? Since, you know…” She trailed off,
Owen’s face darkened, and I could see the conflict brewing in his chest, muttering. “Redhead…”It was like a boiling pot on the verge of overflowing.“Shut up, Theo,” he spat, his voice cracking with frustration. “You’re full of it. You think I’m going to let you anywhere near Abigail again? I’ll—”
TheoThe woods crackled around me as I sprinted through, paws slipping on mud and rotting leaves, the air thick with pine and damp earth. My legs burned, muscles aching, but I couldn’t slow down. Couldn’t afford to.I knew I was being hunted. Heard the howls—Alexander’s guard wolves, technically—clo
“Crap…” I muttered under my breath. “What a pain…”The situation had just gone from bad to worse.Mark didn’t look happy to be here. His eyes darted around, still wide with confusion, his lips parted slightly as though he was trying to piece together where exactly he had ended up. But it wasn’t just
TheoThe cell door creaked open, its rusty hinges groaning like the bones of an old man.My body screamed in protest as I pushed myself to my feet, every muscle aching, every bruise a reminder of the last few days. The cold air hit my face as the guards dragged me out, their laughter ringing in my e
The room went completely still. Mom’s voice barely heard as she whispered, “Abigail…”My heart stopped. My blood ran cold. I could feel my face going pale, my breath catching in my throat. He hadn’t just said that. He couldn’t have.I pushed back from the table, fury flooding my chest. “Yeah, I’ve b
AbigailDinner was a war zone of silence.The only sounds were the clinking of cutlery against plates, the occasional scrape of a chair being pushed back. And with every passing second, the tension in the room grew, like a pressure cooker about to blow its lid.Owen and I sat at opposite ends of the
He pick up a tea pot, examining it, completely unbothered. “I could give you everything back. Everything you lost. The status, the power, the wealth. I’m sure you miss it. I can offer you everything you lost. Status. Power. The world that should’ve been yours.”I straightened before letitng out a sc
SophiaIt was one of those night, the ones where everything felt like it was still. The cabin was quiet, save for the gentle crackling of the fire. I had a mug of tea in hand, the warmth seeping into my fingers as I stared out at the barren trees.My cheeks were still cool from my tears, but I had c
I didn’t even try to hide it. Why bother? He was by the pond, chopping wood like it was a hobby, not a chore. Sunlight danced on the water, turning everything a little less ugly—or maybe I was just getting used to it. The cabin. The earthy smell. The life I was forced to engage with.For a moment, I