Karl “Karl, the security angle is strong,” Sarah insists, pushing a strand of her brown hair behind her ear. “It resonates with the pack’s current concerns. Why did you remove it from your final draft?” I pause, my fingers tapping on the desk. “I know, Sarah, but…” My voice trails off as I con
Abby I can feel my heart race as I descend the staircase, each click of my high heels seeming to resonate through the quiet house. Karl is standing in the hallway below, his presence dominating the space as he adjusts his tie in the mirror. I can hear him whispering under his breath, but I can’t q
I don’t think he’s actually sorry. And maybe, neither am I. In the car, I’m lost in my thoughts, my mind racing with the intensity of the morning. The full moon is affecting me too, although I’m a bit better at hiding it than he is. But I did have dreams about Karl last night—vivid, passionate d
Abby I’m still standing completely frozen to my spot, clutching the photographer’s belongings. I’m not sure what to do with them; it seems as though the photographer thought I was some sort of assistant, and he scurried away before I could hand his things back. I look around for a moment, finall
And yet, there’s a flicker of something else in Ethan’s gaze. Regret, maybe? Apprehension? I can’t quite tell, but I know one thing for sure: tonight is bound to be interesting, to say the least. Karl's arm around me tightens possessively. I press closer to reassure him as Ethan passes by without
Abby Karl unfolds his speech, smoothing the papers out on the podium. He clears his throat, and his voice is steady and strong as he begins. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We stand at a crossroads for our pack…” As he speaks, his brown eyes sweep over the crowd. His gaze is harder than eve
“This election threatens to divide our pack,” Karl continues. “And for what? Glory? Power? None of that matters to me.” He comes to stand in front of Ethan now. In this moment, it feels as though the podiums and crowd, even me and Gianna, are fading away until it’s just the two of them standing th
Karl Before the speech, I had stepped away briefly to speak with an old family friend who I spotted in the bustling crowd. “Eugene,” I said as I walked up to him, holding my hand out to shake his. “I can’t believe you’re here.” Eugene was a kindly older man who had known Ethan and I since we w