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
The air was thick with the scent of paper, ink, and something else—something wrong. A tension that didn’t belong in this room but had settled in anyway, clawing at the edges of my patience.Three separate reports. Three different sightings.All in the last two weeks.Just what I needed on top of the
Lauren The sink was full again.No matter how bad your day was the task of chores never, just, get’s done. It’s weird, I blinked and suddenly I didn’t make my mom picking up after me, and I was one.A good one? Well, that felt up to debate lately.I let the water run, watching the steam curl upward
She glanced up, her golden eyes bright, before tilting the page toward me.Red hair.Tall frame.A face with sharp features, sketched with more care than the others.My stomach dropped.Theo.I forced my expression to stay neutral, but something in me went taut. “That’s… very detailed,” I said caref
Lauren The hallway outside Alexander’s office was quiet, save for the faint hum of voices drifting up from downstairs. Dark wood lined the walls, soaking up the chandelier light, making everything feel dimmer, heavier.We hadn’t really talked since everything happened—aside from dinner, and even th
His eyes darkened. “And you’re not?”My breath hitched. “Of course I am!”“Then why the hell did you let him—?”He stopped like he already knew the answer but I continued anyways.“It wasn’t like that and you know it.”His fingers drummed against the desk, a sharp, frustrated sound. “So explain it t
Abigail Sneaking into the prison basement was easier tonight, the guard more then clocked. It was a lot like trying to tiptoe past a sleeping guard dog while wearing bells on your shoes. Not impossible, but definitely not smart.The hallway held that smelled like damp stone and something metallic—b
Theo looked like he wanted to say more, but before he could, footsteps echoed down the stairs.My heart lurched. Crap.Without thinking, I darted behind a stack of crates, pressing myself into the shadows as the footsteps grew closer. Theo’s expression shifted instantly, going from teasing to unread
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