"What does that even mean?" I asked. "You... You shifted just fine. She shifted just fine. You're fine... I know she's been sort of lost in the shift, but she was... getting better." At least, I thought she was. We'd managed to have that conversation last night. She'd felt clearer-headed than I
Grace I found myself in a place I had never been before. A vast, empty plain stretched before me, the ground was a dusty brown under the sun that at once felt cool and burning. The air was thick with something and still. It was absolutely silent. Dead. In the distance, I swore I could hear t
Panic clawed at my throat. I stumbled back, looking around. Taking a shaky breath, I blinked, hoping it was just a trick of the light, that she would appear, but she didn't. The mirror remained empty. Suddenly, the mirror shattered, exploding outwards in a shower of glass shards. I flinched, ins
Grace I woke with a heavy feeling, a dull ache settling deep within my bones. The events of the past few days replayed in my mind like a fragmented film, leaving me with a confusing mix of emotions: fear, doubt, and a strange sense of detachment I couldn't quite shake. As I went through the motion
He pulled back gently. "You don't remember anything?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. I shook my head, frustration lacing my voice. "No, nothing specific. Just… a feeling. I feel different. Settled, somehow." He cupped my face. "What did you dream about?" I frowned. "How did you know I
Charles A knot of tension tightened in my stomach as I made my way towards Esme's office. The unsettling conversation with Grace hung heavy in the air, her fragmented memories and newfound calmness leaving me with more questions than answers. Pushing open the door, I found Esme deep in conversat
"The curse that affects the mingling of their bloodline with werewolves," Esme explained. The pieces started to click into place. I looked at Eason and clenched my jaw. "What does it do?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "It throws the lycan side into a state of hyper-aggression. It's meant
Grace A satisfied smile played on my lips as I spread the stack of files across the table in my office. Classes had been easy, relaxing even. I had gotten a chance to really feel at ease in the class and had a chance to work on my dissertation, too. Amira smiled at me, looking proud. "You and