LOGINAuroraJake tells me to go take a shower while they clean up. His tone is firm but kind, the kind that doesn’t really invite an argument. Of course, I argue anyway.“I can help,” I say, grabbing a towel to wipe the counter.Caleb snorts, already stacking bowls in the sink. “It’s not a big deal. We’re used to it. Jake’s been putting us on cleanup duty since… forever.”The way he says cleanup carries some private history, like it’s code for something else. Lucas catches the hint and laughs, reaching over to high-five Caleb. Jake just shakes his head, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, the kind of smile he probably tries to hide so people still think he’s the responsible one.I stand there for a second, watching them, this easy rhythm they have, the unspoken familiarity of people who’ve lived through too many mornings like this. They move around each other without bumping into anything. Jake starts sweeping the floor; Caleb brings a bucket of water with a mop and begins moppin
AuroraAfter breakfast, Lucas leaves to help Jake with something. He doesn't tell me what it is, but I can guess it's related to their community... or something like that.Mikhail is the Alpha, Sophia is the Luna. Leaders.Mikhail and Sophia have their own pack, their own people. But Lucas, Jake, Caleb, and some others... they're different. They live together, fight together, protect each other without any obligation, but they don't belong to any pack. He called them packless.Apparently, Jake is the one everyone looks to, the sort of leader of packless without a title. The guy who never asked to be in charge but somehow always ends up that way. Lucas talked about him with this quiet kind of respect and love. The kind that doesn't need words to exist.All of this, Alphas, Lunas, packless wolves, still feels unreal. I'm trying to keep an open mind. If someone had told me any of this a few months ago, I'd have laughed. I would've thought they were crazy. Wolves living in human form? Loya
AuroraI don’t remember ever sleeping this well. Not as a kid, not even on the night when I was so tired that I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.The first thing I register is the familiar scent of him, still lingers on my skin. It wraps around me, and I stay still for a while, just basking in the quietness of the morning. There’s sunlight pooling across the sheets, soft and golden, catching dust particles that float lazily in the air. Everything feels so alive in this quiet. So normal.Maybe that’s what throws me off the most. Normal has never been something I understood. I’ve spent my whole life in a house where even the silence was watched, where freedom came with terms and breakfast came with rules. A place that looked like a home from the outside but functioned more like a gilded cage. And yet, lying here, in Lucas’s bed, I feel safer than I ever did behind locked gates and guards.Maybe feeling safe isn’t about walls or cameras or people who promise to protect you.
Lucas The first thing I notice is the warmth. Soft, golden, lazy warmth seeping through the curtains, brushing against my skin, coaxing me out of sleep. For a second, I let it hold me there, suspended in that quiet space between dreaming and waking, because it feels foreign. Unreal. I don’t sleep like this. I don’t sleep deep. My mind doesn’t allow it. Even when my eyes are closed, part of me stays awake. Watching. Listening. My senses never turn off. Every breath, every shift in the air, every faint sound, it all filters through, keeping me alert. It’s not something I can control. It’s survival. But last night… something changed. I slept. Not the restless, half-conscious kind. This was real. Deep, unbroken sleep. The kind where your body sinks and your mind goes quiet. And when I wake up now, blinking into the sunlight spilling through the half-drawn curtains, there’s stillness in my chest. A kind of peace I don’t remember ever feeling before. And then I feel it, why my arm i
AuroraI always pay attention to you.That single line makes everything inside me go still. Like the world just paused to see if I’d finally heard something I’d been waiting for my whole life.All my life... all my life, for as long as I can remember, I’ve just wanted to disappear from the world’s eyes. I hate attention. To stop being the thing people looked at, judged, compared, or corrected. The only attention I ever wanted was from my dad. Even then, it never came the way I hoped it would. He noticed the wrong things, the mess I left on the counter, the noise I made when I laughed too loud, the way I never seemed to do enough.But when Lucas says he notices me, that he pays attention to me… it’s like something inside me rearranges itself. The neglect, the criticism, the feeling of being unseen, they all fall quiet.He picks up the first aid box and sets it on the table beside the bed. His movements are careful, quiet. There’s a kind of patience in him, one that doesn’t come natura
AuroraLucas is a werewolf. A real werewolf.Even after seeing it with my own eyes, it feels too big for my brain to wrap around. My thoughts keep looping, trying to find logic in something that doesn’t need logic at all. I saw him shift. I saw his wolf. I saw him turn back, skin rippling like light bending through water, bones reshaping under moonlight. And somehow, he’s just… Lucas again.It’s so so cool.Better than any fictional story I’ve read. Better than all my book boyfriends combined. Every supernatural novel I’ve ever devoured suddenly feels like a watered-down version of what’s mine.He told me everyone here is a werewolf, except Anastasia. Even little Rose and Reid. When he said that, I felt this quick spark of anxiety in my chest. What if I somewhat let them down because I am not like them?Lucas had sensed it before I even said anything. He always does. He brushed his thumb along my wrist, soft and easy, and told me they already love me. That all my doubts are for noth







