Nathan“Could Aunt Gertrude really have been ‘Greta’?” Olivia asked, her voice filled with a dreamlike wonder. “The historian?”I swallowed. “I don’t know,” I murmured, slowly walking up to one of the shelves tucked into the wall. “Let’s find out.”Dust motes swirled in the dim sunlight that was bleeding through the single tiny window in the wall. I reached for a hefty, leather-bound tome nestled snugly between its companions on a particularly old shelf. The spine was unmarked, the edges worn by time.I slowly pulled it out, and a cloud of dust erupted, causing Olivia to sneeze from across the room.“What have you got there?” she asked, brushing a strand of golden hair from her face which had come loose from her bun earlier when we were messing with our old costumes.“I’m not sure yet.” I cautiously opened the book, revealing a delicate, handwritten title: The True History of the Evergreens.My heart skipped a beat. That was the name of our pack. This was it: the exact information I h
OliviaThe first thing I noticed was the cold. Stone isn’t exactly known for its warmth, especially when you’ve slept on it all night.Slowly, the events of the night came back to me. Nathan and I must have been so wrapped up in a world of scattered old books filled with ancient lore and forgotten family trees that we must have fallen asleep right where we sat, forgetting about the existence of beds entirely.Pushing myself into a sitting position, I rubbed my eyes, trying to chase away the heaviness of unexpected sleep. Every muscle in my body ached. Nathan’s face came into view beside me as I blinked against the morning light.His disheveled tawny hair gave him an adorably rugged appearance, but his blue-green eyes rang clear and true. He was looking at me. I instantly felt my cheeks flush a little.“Morning,” I murmured, stretching out my sore limbs.He looked up, eyes still blurry from sleep, and a warm smile spread across his face. “Morning.” He slowly sat up beside me and groane
NathanWe spent the remainder of the morning poring over what books were left, but found nothing more about Edward.If Olivia’s aunt did record the history of my dad and his elusive brother, those records were here; but something told me that maybe, by the time she was prepared to write it all down, she was too old.She was 83 when she passed away, after all. I never saw her much after Olivia and her father were evicted, but I was pretty certain that her health wasn’t the best. Maybe she didn’t have the strength to keep working on these records.Or maybe she was scared.The cold weight of the phone in my hand felt like the world, pressing in, making it hard to think. My fingers instinctively saved my mom’s voicemail, even as my brain struggled to process the panic in my mother’s voice.Olivia was beside me, her expression one of silent support, her warm hand on my shoulder, grounding me. I forced a shaky breath, trying to hold back the whirlwind of emotions threatening to consume me.
OliviaThe police officer's gaze was steady but filled with a sorrow I recognized immediately.I had seen it before, back when my own family had faced tragedy. The weight of the news he bore was evident in his posture, the hesitance of his stance, the way his fingers gripped his hat. I instantly felt myself fill with dread.“Officer Lawson,” Nathan murmured, his voice wavering just a tad. “What's wrong?”“I’m so sorry, Nathan,” Lawson began, clearing his throat, “It's about your mother.”A heavy silence settled over us, broken only by the chirping of birds and the soft rustle of trees. Nathan’s eyes widened slightly. “What about her?”Lawson took a deep breath. “Nathan, your mother was found… dead.”Nathan’s face blanched. He let out a wry, disbelieving chuckle. “You’re kidding,” he murmured, the quiver in his voice betraying the words that came out of his mouth. “Who put you up to this?”Officer Lawson slowly shook his head, his shoulders sagging. “I’m sorry, Nathan.”There was a lon
OliviaThe sun hung low, its weak rays straining through a thick blanket of gray clouds. It seemed as though even the heavens mourned the day.The vast expanse of the cemetery was dotted with mourners, their dark clothes contrasting starkly with the vibrantly green grass.It was strangely warm out for a spring day, and muggy as the clouds threatened to burst forth with rain. A stray gnat, awoken too early for the season, buzzed around my head and persisted despite my swatting.But at that moment, none of it mattered to me. Not the cold breeze that swept my hair, not the looming gravestone, and not even the soft murmurs of condolences that buzzed around.All that mattered was Nathan.His shoulders, slumped with sorrow, sagged even more under the weight of the loss. He stood silently, eyes fixed on the ground, his face drained of any color. The priest’s words fell on deaf ears for most of us. The ache in my heart was almost unbearable, seeing him like this.Nathan had hardly spoken a wo
OliviaAs my foot landed on the top stair, the thick carpet underfoot seemed to mute my every step, making me soundless.The grand hallway before me was dimly lit by sconces on either side, their gentle flames throwing long, eerie shadows.Each door was closed, and I realized that I didn't actually have a clue where Jenifer might have gone. Why I was following her, I couldn’t quite understand. Curiosity? Distrust? Did I expect to find her in the midst of something evil with Colin? Or was it something else entirely?I stopped at the top of the stairs for a moment and cast a glance back down to see that the foyer was still empty. For a moment, I considered turning back around and heading back downstairs.Olivia, your curiosity will be the death of you, my father’s voice echoed in my mind.I swallowed and kept going, although I had no clue where I was headed.But then, from the far end of the corridor, a muted sound reached my ears—a whisper. Almost instinctively, I found myself drawn to
NathanWeeks passed after my mother’s funeral. The pain didn’t lessen, but I figured out how to navigate life with that ache in my chest.The last time I saw my mother—really saw her, not just in passing at some event or another—I had kicked her out. Sure, she was being cruel to Olivia… But she wasn’t trying to hurt anyone. She never did try to hurt anyone. She could be tough and rigid, but she usually meant well.I didn’t understand why she went to Edward’s Gulch on her own. It made no sense. She was profoundly against the notion of anyone going to that place, and I got my backside tanned on multiple occasions when I snuck there as a kid.Why, then, was she going there, on her own, in the middle of the rainy spring season? It was so unlike her.Her empty space at my dad’s dinner party. The replaced portraits. The frantic voicemail. The information that Olivia and I discovered about my pack’s history, about this ‘Edward’ person, who had also supposedly met his untimely death in the ve
OliviaThe morning sun cast a muted golden glow through the living room windows. It was one of those quiet, early mornings where the silence was so profound that you could hear your own heartbeat.As I descended the stairs, the house was quiet as usual. It had been that way for weeks, ever since Maria’s death. I still couldn’t get the image of Jenifer and Colin out of my mind, nor could I get the guilt out of my chest over not telling Nathan.But I still couldn’t bring myself to tell him. It wasn’t as though we talked much, anyway. He spent his days in his room or outside wandering along the beach, clearly lost in trains of thought that I didn’t want to disturb.And now that we discovered that Alvin had left the pack entirely, I felt even less inclined to talk about what I saw. Not yet, at least.Last night, after I cried into Nathan’s shoulder, we slowly went inside and made dinner. It was a ritual for us at this point; chopping the vegetables, clicking on the stove, drizzling olive
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.