Two today!
ZAIA. “Dad!” I shout, “What on earth are you doing in my home? Without even knocking!” I come to a halt as I come face to face with Annette. She’s holding a cup of tea in her hand and looks shocked to see me. “Where is Dad?” I ask. She frowns. “Your father has been on a business trip for the la
“What number?” I ask, now frowning. “He never… Oh Goddess, I told him to pass you the number in person! He wanted to see the children before the business trip! Who knows if the number will still work and I worked so hard to get it! So he never stopped at your pack…” Realisation dawns upon her, and
ZAIA. Please say this is a lie… His words through the phone echo in my mind, making everything else fade away. “Zaia!” Annette’s distant shout echoes in my mind as I fall to my knees, broken. Sebastian left me. Tears stream down my cheeks as I clutch my chest. The pain I feel is far worse than
I turn away, my eyes stinging as I stare out through the open window at the moon above. Nothing can fix this… They enter and Atticus leaves the door open a crack, murmuring something about the children being asleep. He sits on the floor beside the bed, stretching his legs out, but I know he’s conc
ZAIA. “My patience is gone, and I don’t want to resort to any harsh methods, but I will if I have to,” I warn dangerously, my eyes flashing as I look over at Annalise. “Who was the person you talked to back in Atticus’s pack on New Year’s Eve?” It’s the following day and although I did not get any
I’ve already reset the security and call it extreme, but I am the only one who can now access the prison and security. Without my permission, no one leaves. A move that I know will only put me at further risk, but I can’t trust anyone anymore… I can still trust my friends… But can I? I hate that
ZAIA. “Think Zaia… think…” I mutter as I feel under the floorboards once again. I need it, not only to track the Sable but to find Dad. Those I have sent out to search for him have so far found nothing, as I feared. I refuse to let this put me down. This goal is all that is keeping me going stron
How do I get to the under-the-stair closet in someone else’s home? A sudden thought comes to me and taking a deep breath, I step out of the car, shouldering my bag and walk to the door. Ringing the bell, I wait. It's opened soon by a man in his late forties. “Hello… Alpha?” he looks confused befo