LaurenMy breath came in sharp gasps, my chest rising and falling as I leaned against the cold brick wall of the alley. The distant wail of sirens still echoed through the city streets, but they weren’t close enough to matter—yet.We finally stopped running, ALexander and Liam huffing next to me.My
I staggered back, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a stone.Hunting.I had felt it. The rush, the need, the primal instinct to take him down. Not just to stop him—to destroy him.A shudder ran through me. “No,” Alexander said firmly. “That’s not happening. She’s not going down some
LaurenThe night air was thick with the famliaer scent of damp earth and pine, the trees stretching high above us like ancient sentinels guarding secrets we had no right to uncover. The path was one I remembered, until Alexander made a sharp turn and we were on a muc thinner one, one never used.My
LaurenI’m getting tired of fainting, collapsing, benign useless when I want to be anything but.I was used to waking up not knowing how I got where I was, but this time there was a small warmth. A familiar, steady warmth against my chest, the gentle rise and fall of breath that wasn't my own.My ar
AbigailI waited until Mom and Dad left.It took awhile considering mom wouldn’t leave me alone, like she thought I was going to burst into flames.I was fine!…I think.Anyways, after that, it wasn’t hard. They were busy with “serious adult business,” which, as far as I could tell, mostly meant fro
“You’ve gotta be kidding me, Abs.”I froze.Crap.I turned slowly, already knowing who I’d see.Owen stood there, arms crossed, his expression stuck somewhere between annoyed older brother and tired babysitter. His dark eyes burned into mine, his jaw tight.“There you are!” I snapped, tossing a hand
AbigailThe iron bars separating us were thick, rusted, and bolted into the stone like the universe itself wanted to make sure no one got in—or out. Probably both.But Theo?Theo looked about as concerned as someone lounging in a hammock, sipping lemonade.He was chained at the wrists, his ankles sh
Abigail Owen was waiting for me, like he said he’d be.I wish he wasn’t though, considering I wasn’t sure how I felt. Theo was joking around, like usual but he seemed… odd. It was hard to explain but I didn’t feel unsafe. Honestly I felt like I could have sat and chatted all night More like he was
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