NathanBy the time the search party had disbanded, the first hints of sunset touched the horizon. The dense woods that had been the site of our search now seemed quieter, with most pack members returning home.Despite the tiring hunt, there was a satisfaction in knowing we had done our best to ensure the safety of the territory.As I approached the Council building, the structure stood tall and defiant against the vandalism from the night before.Pack members, both young and old, were scattered around the building, scrubbing off the harsh graffiti that marred its grand facade. I could feel their determination, their urge to erase every trace of the violation.Though my muscles screamed in protest, and exhaustion weighed down every limb, seeing them work so diligently reignited my resolve.Without hesitation, I joined the group, scrubbing alongside them. Each stroke of the brush felt like a declaration of resistance against those who sought to undermine us.The coarse texture of the br
OliviaWhen Nathan finished recounting his conversation with Freya to me, my resolve was made clear.I had to find the last artifact as soon as possible.So much was on the precipice of disaster if I didn’t find it before Ryan; not only would Ryan remain unhindered in his bloodthirsty quest for war and my son, but the Elders would also overthrow Nathan—and there was no telling what the Elders would do if they were in complete control of our pack.As exhausted as I was, I knew that I had to go now. There was no other choice. For all I knew, Alvin was spying for Ryan right then and there, and Ryan would beat me to the final artifact.God, I thought to myself, thinking back on what Nathan had confirmed earlier. I would love to beat some sense into Alvin right about now…But right now was not the time for revenge against an old friend. Right now, I needed to focus on the ritual. And I knew what to do.“Very well then,” I said, nodding. “I’ll find the last artifact as soon as I can. For ev
OliviaThe sharp rapping echoed through the room like a forewarning, pulling both Nathan and me from our preparations. The sound was almost out of place in the tranquil ambiance created by the dim, candlelit room.My fingers tightened around the backpack that I was holding, and our eyes met, a torrent of unspoken questions passing between us.Before we could answer any of them, the old wooden door groaned open, revealing Angela and Levi, their silhouettes framed by the dim light from the hallway.Angela’s usually gentle hazel eyes flashed with a mix of hurt and anger, while Levi’s tall form seemed to loom more prominently than ever.As they entered, the scent of night air and salt from the ocean emanating from their clothes, a familiar smell in our coastal town, wafted in. It reminded me of simpler times, playing on the beach, chasing after the gulls. But now, that moment was marred by the tension building in the room.Angela’s voice pierced the heavy silence, her tone accusatory and
OliviaThe sun was setting, casting long, deep orange shadows across our humble abode. I had been sitting at the kitchen table, textbooks sprawled before me, but my thoughts weren’t on the equations and sentences that blurred on the pages. They were with Mama, and the silence she left behind. The empty chair beside mine had only emphasized her absence.It was just a few months after my mom had died of cancer. At the time, I thought that things couldn’t get any worse. Little did I know that my dad and I would be evicted from our pack just one year later.The front door creaked open, and in walked my father, a silhouette of a man coated in a thick layer of soot. His once bright blue overalls were now a dull shade of gray, bearing testimony to the long hours he had put in at the mines. His face, lined with the dirt and grime of the day’s work, was a stark contrast to his piercing blue eyes that shone with a mix of fatigue and determination.Dropping his heavy tool bag with a thud, he m
OliviaThe inky blackness of the mine surrounded me, pressing in from all sides.Its weight was palpable, as though I were navigating through a tangible void. Each step felt heavy, laden with both the literal darkness of the cave and the metaphorical weight of my father’s legacy.Up ahead, the narrow beam of my flashlight bobbed unsteadily, providing fleeting glimpses of the mine’s wet, uneven walls and barely illuminating the way forward.The sounds of the mine were a cacophony in the eerie silence: water dripping from stalactites overhead, the distant echo of unseen creatures, and my own labored breathing. A draft occasionally filtered through the tunnels.It should have been refreshing to feel the breeze on my skin in this dark mine, but all it did was chill the sweat on my brow and make me shiver, as though some unseen specter was breathing on the back of my neck.I jumped as a bat, its wings whispering like old paper, flitted past, nearly grazing my cheek. More followed, casting
NathanThe suffocating darkness of the mines loomed ominously before us, a stark contrast to the full and bright moon overhead.As the moon’s blue shine cast long shadows over the rugged terrain, Levi, Angela, and I found ourselves tethered to the mouth of the cave, waiting. Each minute felt like an eternity, and the chilly air did little to soothe our nerves.Somewhere off in the distance, the sound of a lone bird broke the silence, its song echoing eerily against the stone walls of the cave.Levi paced back and forth, occasionally stopping to toss a pebble into the dark void.The echo of the stone bouncing seemed to emphasize the depth of the abyss Olivia had ventured into.“She should’ve been out by now,” Levi finally broke the silence, his voice edged with worry. “It shouldn’t take this long.”Angela, trying to conceal her own fears, responded with an attempt at optimism, “You know these mines. They’re like a maze. It’s easy to lose track of time in there.” She wrapped her arms ti
OliviaThe echoing stillness of the mines wrapped around me like a shroud.The dim, unsteady light of my flashlight barely pierced the inky blackness, making the pathways and corridors seem to stretch on endlessly. Every turn and crevice I passed held memories of my father’s soot-covered face, and I was constantly haunted by the phantom specter of a past long gone.“Dad?” I murmured under my breath as I navigated a particularly treacherous bend. My mind wandered back to the stories he had told me when I was little about these mines, the legends and the tales of treasures and horrors that lay beneath the surface.But those stories had never prepared me for this.Then, my ears pricked up. There it was again, that faint, ethereal voice, distant yet so familiar.“Olivia…”My heart raced. That voice was familiar, too familiar. My dad had been dead for years, but I swore that it sounded just like him. And in this deep, dark space, my mind jumped at the chance to have a friendly voice callin
NathanThe blazing fires painted the horizon in deep hues of orange and crimson, as if the very sun itself had descended upon our town.We were on the outskirts, looking at the devastation from a distance. A black plume of smoke stretched skyward, punctuating the serene azure of the night sky with its blackened gloom.Behind us lay the dense forest, with its tall trees and thick underbrush, a stark contrast to the burning town. Before us, chaos reigned, and Olivia was still not emerging from the mouth of the mines.“The twins,” I whispered, the haunting thought of their safety slicing through my mind like a shard of glass. “And Clint.”Levi, standing beside me, looked as haunted as I felt. His eyes, usually calm and collected, bore a storm of emotions. Angela, with her ever-present fighter's spirit, seemed ready to dive headfirst into the firestorm to pull out our friends.“Damn it!” Angela hissed, her gaze scanning the town, looking for any signs of life amidst the destruction. "Oliv
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.