Olivia“You can’t kill him!” I cried. “The monster is Alvin. I’m sure of it!”Nathan’s eyes widened, the moonlight casting eerie shadows over his sharp features as he stared at me in disbelief. A heavy silence hung between us for what felt like an eternity before Nathan finally stood and spoke.“How do you know this, Olivia?” His voice was low, so low it was almost a growl, and his eyes took on a new darkness that I hadn’t seen before.“I saw him once,” I replied, my words sticking to my tongue as if they were made of thick, unyielding honey. “On my own, when I was walking home from Angela’s party. I know it was him.”His brow furrowed, disbelief stark in his gaze. “But that...that’s not enough, Olivia,” he murmured. “How do you know it was Alvin?”“I swear it’s him,” I persisted, desperation creeping into my voice. “It only had three paws. It looked at me once and then ran away. There was a moment, a brief moment, where I swore that it knew me. I said his name, and it froze.”Nathan
OliviaThe chill of the night seeped through our clothes as we trailed behind Alvin's shadowy figure, creeping silently through the underbrush. He didn’t seem to notice our presence, and if he did, he didn’t show it.There was no knowing where Alvin was going. He kept taking strange turns, walking off of the beaten trail, disappearing into shadowy pockets of the forest only to show up again in a different area entirely. But he didn’t shift. He just walked, silently, in his human form.I could see Nathan's skepticism in the tension of his shoulders as he walked ahead of me, but his loyalty had him right there beside me, never leaving my side.Alvin eventually slipped into the shadows once more. We tried to follow his trail, but it was too difficult. Several minutes passed and we didn’t catch sight of him anywhere.All of a sudden, a guttural howl echoed through the night, slicing the silence like a knife. It sounded far away but the sound still reverberated in my bones and made me jump
OliviaIn the dim light of Alvin's house, we waited. It was an agonizing stretch of time, as seconds stretched into minutes, and the minutes into what felt like an eternity.Alvin lay on the couch, unconscious and vulnerable. The fierce beast from earlier was gone, replaced with the human I had known all my life. Yet, the image of his transformation was etched into my mind, an undeniable truth.Nathan sent Angela and Levi away. We wanted Alvin to wake up and only see the two of us, people who he used to trust more than anyone else. And now, we sat alone in Alvin’s dark living room, waiting for him to wake up from his sedative.Alvin’s house was a mess. Empty beer bottles lay on almost every surface. The fridge was completely empty. There was hardly any furniture aside from a run-down couch, a folding table, and a television.I imagined poor Alvin sitting in this house all alone with no one to talk to and nothing to do. No wonder he started to go stir crazy. This was enough to drive an
OliviaThe echo of the slamming door lingered in the silent night as Nathan and I walked away from Alvin’s house. A sorrowful hush had descended over the town, as if it, too, mourned the loss of the old Alvin.Our short, bitter walk home was filled with a silence so thick that I could have cut it with a knife. That silence was only punctuated by my own stifled sobs and the sounds of our shoes slapping against the sidewalk.Back home, I couldn't get Alvin’s hurt and confused face out of my mind.As soon as we stepped through the door, it was as though a dam had burst within me. My feelings, my thoughts, all came pouring out; I couldn’t keep them in anymore. The tears began to flow more freely now, and all Nathan could do was guide me to a chair.A few minutes later, a cup of hot cocoa was pressed into my shaking hands.Nathan and I sat in silence at the kitchen counter for a long time. The cup of hot cocoa remained firmly grasped in my hands, untouched. The warm light from the old chan
Olivia“Fine,” Nathan said, his voice low and full of anger. “Do you want the truth?”A silence hung between us. Nathan stared out the window as though Alvin would appear at any moment; or it was more likely that he just didn’t want to look at me. I could only stare at the back of his head in disbelief.“The truth?” I finally croaked, stifling a wry laugh. “What is there possibly that I couldn’t already know? You abandoned our friend because you’re scared of him. Because you think that the military ruined him somehow…”Nathan whipped around, his face darkening like a gathering storm. His eyes bore into me, hard and unyielding, and caused my voice to falter.“I don't just abandon my friends, Olivia,” he asked. His voice was low. In the depths of his throat, a growl echoed. “It honestly hurts that you think that.”“But you've let Alvin be alone all this time, haven't you?” I shot back, the words bitter on my tongue. “You've seen him in pain, you've seen him struggle, and you’ve done not
NathanThe days that passed were cold and silent. I exchanged mere nods with Olivia, her soft smiles like whispers of the sun through the icy frost of our conversations.Every word between us felt strained, echoing with an emptiness that seeped into the marrow of my bones.A few days after our confrontation, I found myself in the Council hall, surrounded by the grim faces of the Alpha Council.They gathered around the table, their faces etched with lines of worry. The monstrous creature that had been sighted roaming around the edge of our territory was the topic at hand.“We’ve seen a decrease in sightings,” my father announced, his eyes grim. “But that doesn't mean we're out of the woods yet.”There was a murmur of agreement from the gathered Council members. A chill ran down my spine, not from the cold air but from a looming sense of dread.Just then, Elder Mingan spoke. “Well, young Nathan?” she asked. “It’s the end of the week. Have you found any information for us? Anything to co
OliviaThe frosty silence had thawed slightly between Nathan and me by the end of the week. It seemed as though he had a change of heart after all, and he decided to throw the Council off in order to save Alvin.I respected him immensely for that; he was putting his own livelihood at stake for our childhood friend, and suddenly, I felt like an absolute ass for some of the things that I said to him on the night of our argument.It was like our argument over my father’s eviction, when I discovered that Nathan had spent the last ten years trying to find out what happened, all over again.Even though I still sensed a residual bitterness emanating from him over my so-called ‘feelings’ for Alvin, I was relieved that Nathan had finally agreed to help.The day after our awkward encounter when Nathan told me that he went through on his promise to throw the Council off of Alvin’s trail, I sat nervously at the dining room table with four cups of steaming hot tea set out in front of me.The last
OliviaThe night was cool. A slight breeze rustled the trees overhead and an owl hooted somewhere far away, but other than that, it was dead silent.Shadows played tricks on the eyes as the moonlight filtered through the dense forest canopy. My heart raced with every passing moment, waiting for any sign of Alvin.We sat hidden in the underbrush outside Alvin's home, watching the front door like hawks. The small wooden house seemed eerie in the low light, its windows darkened and silent. I thought I saw his shadow pass by the window a few times, but he showed no signs of leaving.Maybe we had put too much stock in assuming that he would continue coming out for his nightly escapades in the forest after we caught him the last time.“He'll come out soon,” Nathan whispered, his breath misty in the cold night air.I nodded in agreement, clutching my coat tighter around me. Angela, perched next to me, kept glancing towards the forest as if she could sense Alvin's movements. Levi was staring
OliviaI gripped the edges of the podium, my knuckles whitening from the strain as I stared out over the sea of faces. All eyes were trained squarely on me, awaiting my words. But I was frozen.A tremor of nausea wormed its way up my throat as I stared out at them. What was I thinking—how could I have ever agreed to this? Speaking to crowds had never been my forte; that was Nathan’s arena, not mine. I was just the woman behind the scenes, the young mom who had never gone to college, the one who had been handed her job by her husband…Suddenly, a flicker of motion off to the side caught my eye—Nathan, standing just at the edge of the stage with his arms folded across his chest. Even from this distance, I could feel the weight of his steady gaze, that piercing Alpha stare that always seemed to see straight into the depths of my soul.He must have sensed my faltering because, slowly, deliberately, he offered me the faintest of smiles and a single, reassuring nod.And just like that, the
Olivia I looped my arm through Nathan’s as we stepped down from the podium, the applause from the crowd and the flashing of cameras having finally subsided after what felt like an eternity. “It’s over,” Nathan beamed, giving my arm a squeeze. “That wasn’t so bad.” I couldn’t help but grin back at him. “No, it wasn’t. You were great up there.” And he really had been great; the press conference had been an overwhelming success—any lingering doubts or trepidation we had harbored before had been utterly blown away by the sheer force of the crowd’s enthusiastic response. For so long, it had felt like we were fighting this battle alone, like the victims who had suffered under Dan’s horrific operation were little more than nameless, faceless casualties. But today, we had finally given them a voice. Their stories had reached the masses, had resonated and struck a chord with everyone who watched. Nathan had handled all of the questions that were thrown his way with poise and ease
OliviaI rapped my knuckles lightly on the door to Nathan’s office. A moment later, his voice called out, “Come in.”Stepping into the room, I placed my hands on my hips upon seeing the scene in front of me: Nathan was standing in front of the mirror, his shirt still untucked and his tie loosened. His desk was a mess of papers and folders, and it was clear that he had been checking over his notes last-minute before the press conference.
OliviaI wiped a bead of sweat from my brow, slowly turning to survey the progress that had been made in the park. The banners we had hung were a bold purple color, signifying our support of the women who had been affected by the trafficking ring.I couldn’t help but smile a bit as I looked at our progress. With the press conference today, followed by a festival to help raise funds for the shelter we were building, the park was bustling with activity as our pack members worked hard
NathanI leaned back in my chair with a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose in a futile attempt to stave off the encroaching headache. Spread out on my desk was an array of file folders, legal pads scrawled with notes, and printed transcripts—a minefield of information that would need to be carefully navigated on the day of the upcoming press conference.It had been two weeks since Dan and Montgomery’s bodies were found in the confinement pit, and it had been a dizzyin
OliviaMy hands shook uncontrollably as I stepped up to the edge of the pit, clutching the metal grating until my knuckles turned white. A thick, cloying stench wafted up from the darkness below—the unmistakable reek of death and decay.Despite the waves of nausea already roiling in my gut, I leaned forward for a closer look.
OliviaThe air coming through the open windows smelled like the fresh sea breeze as we made our way from room to room, touring every nook and cranny of the newly completed cottage. It was perfect—cozy and quaint, while still boasting all the modern amenities one could want. But more than that, it was a sanctuary, a haven.A fresh start.
OliviaThe sound of power tools outside streamed in through the window while I folded the laundry, a distant backdrop to my swirling thoughts. I had grown used to the sound, and actually kind of enjoyed it. It was a reminder that life went on, that our family was growing.It had been a couple of weeks since I had made the decision to take a temporary leave from work in order to really focus on my family—on rebuilding that long-severed bond with my mother—and I was glad I did.
NathanI couldn’t stop the rage from simmering just beneath the surface as I made my way through the darkened forest toward the confinement pit. No one knew I was here—I was coming under the cover of night, my hair and face concealed by a hood.But I had to come. I couldn’t stop thinking about Dan and Montgomery, and I needed to see them.