Ryder hovered beside me, looking uncertain as to whether he wanted to sit or remain standing. The band continued to play in the background. There were no vocals, just the raw, ragged, violent thrash that was their signature sound.I looked up at Ryder, feeling his eyes on me. He mouthed something, but I couldn't make out what he was saying over the reverberating noise.Shaking my head and pointing to my ear, I gestured that I couldn't hear him.He sighed and leaned down, all but yelling into my ear, "Are you okay? You look like you're freaking out." Then he gave me a concerned look.Jesus, was it that obvious...I shook my head, brushing him off. "No, I'm fine," I yelled back. "Just... uh..." I sighed and decided to be honest. "I feel like I'm intruding," I admitted.The whole conversation seemed so weird because we were yelling at one another.He chuckled, his eyes lighting up. "It's only weird if you make it weird."It was something he had said to me before. In the beginning, when I
Ryder was still hovering where Cal had been set up, absentmindedly strumming a shiny blue guitar and pressing some pedals on the floor in front of him, changing the sound it made."I’m glad," he said, his eyes focused on the pedals. "I had fun too," he went on with a small absentminded smile.I was about to thank him for the enjoyable afternoon and make my exit when Ryder suddenly blew into Cal’s mic, the sound crackling through the speakers and taking me by surprise.Without missing a beat, he began to play.The song was vaguely familiar. It was some grungy 90s song with heavy distortion on the guitar.I watched him thoughtfully, recognizing the tune but not able to place it.I still wanted to leave, but now he was playing and he looked pretty invested. I didn't want to interrupt him, but I also felt like it would be rude to just leave, so I figured I had to stick around, waiting until he was done.The sofa was comfortable and I had my phone, so realistically, a couple of extra minut
“I miss you too,” I replied, wiping a tear from my cheek.I couldn’t hold it back any longer. The sadness and misery and that feeling of loss and regret and emptiness that had been building up inside me finally broke free. “I miss what we had. I miss us,” I confessed, wiping away the stream of tears that had begun to spill from my eyes.Ryder quickly set his guitar aside, coming over to the sofa I was sitting on. He rested a hand on my shoulder, rubbing it reassuringly as he said, "Don't cry.""I can't help it!" I replied, the tears relentless."God, you're gonna make me cry," he murmured, sounding mildly embarrassed.I wiped my eyes and looked up at him and saw it was true. His eyes were red and I could see he was doing his best to fight them back.He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before taking a seat on the sofa beside me.Neither of us sat comfortably. We were both perched on the edge, as if waiting for the room around us to start collapsing at any moment.He took a
I sat there beside Ryder, the weight of our conversation pressing down on me. We had both said some stuff, trying to piece together our broken relationship, but the air between us remained thick with what was still left unspoken.I could feel his eyes on me, waiting, searching for a sign of what would come next, but I wasn’t sure myself. Did we just let bygones be bygones and move forward? Or did we need to hash it all out, drag everything into the light, and dissect it piece by piece?“I dunno...” I admitted with a shrug, feeling the uncertainty gnaw at me.This was by far the most serious and complicated relationship I’d ever been in, and I felt completely out of my depth. My issues with Tyler never seemed to go this deep, and even though I’d had fights and arguments with ex-boyfriends before, nothing really compared to this.When you fight with a boyfriend, you can break up or make up, or even break up and then get back together later. But Ryder wasn’t just a boyfriend. He was my m
Silence settled comfortably between Ryder and I, a quiet that felt more like a shared understanding than the usual awkward pauses I'd become accustomed to of late.My phone buzzed with a notification, breaking the stillness. I retrieved it from the cushion beside me, wondering who it was that was messaging me.Jenna:Sooooooooooo, I’ve spoken to my parents and made arrangements at work and stuff. I can only get a week off, but I was thinking I could maybe come on the weekend if that suits you guys?My face lit up instantly and I could feel a surge of excitement bubble up inside me.It finally felt like things were starting to go right for me. I'd had a great day with Juno and the rest of the band, I'd made up with Ryder, and now Jenna was coming to stay!I texted her back furiously, the smile that had embedded itself on my face not wavering for even a moment.Ryder must have noticed my expression. "Good news?" he asked as I pressed send, unable to suppress the huge, beaming smile on m
“Um... we're going to have dinner now. Are you coming?” I offered, my voice laced with hope. I wanted to spend more time with Tyler before Monday came, knowing he’d be busy with classes and all of his other responsibilities.I knew there were also risks though. Tyler hadn't seemed particularly happy about me and Ryder making up, so I took into consideration the possibility that dinner could potentially end up being a rather awkward situation, or could possibly even escalate to some kind of fight or argument. But there was also the chance that it might help smooth things over between them, and that's what I was hoping for.Tyler hesitated, his brow furrowing as he seemed to consider all the same possibilities. But after a moment, he nodded, which made me smile.We headed to the kitchen together and found Ryder rummaging through the pantry cupboard.“So, what’s for dinner?” I asked with a sigh, leaning against one of the counters with Tyler beside me.Ryder turned around, catching sight
An uneasy silence had made its way into the room since Ryder's mention of the black wolf. It was a heavy, almost palpable tension that seemed to wrap itself around us.Tyler seemed uncertain what to make of it though, and continued to glance between Ryder and I as if he was missing something.The silence lingered on, thick and uncomfortable, as if everyone was waiting for me to say something. Ryder probably wanted me to accept his apology, or at least acknowledge it, while Tyler likely wanted more information.It was like a standoff of unspoken words, each of us waiting for the next one to break the silence.Finally, I groaned dramatically and leaned back against the coffee table, setting the controller down on the floor in front of me with a resigned sigh. "Guess we may as well talk about it," I relented, my shoulders drooping. There goes the fun, I thought to myself.Tyler still looked confused, his head tilting slightly as he tried to make sense of everything."You mean about the
(Tyler's POV)As soon as Kate disappeared from the room, I turned to face Ryder, my jaw set and my eyes narrowing as I glared at him. He looked up at me with a knowing expression, his posture relaxed but his eyes cautious."I know what you're going to say," he stated, raising his hands in a gesture of innocence, as if he could somehow ward off the storm he knew was coming."What am I going to say?" I asked, my voice low and controlled, but laced with the anger that simmered just beneath the surface."You're going to threaten me," he replied, already sounding exasperated before our little conversation had even begun.I took a step closer, my glare intensifying as I regarded him. My demeanor was menacing, a clear warning that I wasn't fucking around."Ryder, I want you to understand that I mean this very seriously. If you hurt her, I WILL kill you. Maybe Dad will step in first and save you again, but he's not always around..." My voice was firm, leaving no room for misunderstandings.Ry
(Ryder's POV)Tyler's belief in me should’ve felt reassuring, but instead, it felt like a heavy weight pressing down on my chest.“No,” I said again, more forcefully this time. “I’m just… It’s not me...”The conversation spiraled from there and we ended up in a shouting match with him trying to point out how good I had been at things like art and creative writing, as if that just somehow magically made me a more capable leader than I was giving myself credit for.It all just kept going downhill from there..."Fear of what, Ryder?! What are you afraid of?! It's sure as shit not being a disappointment because you've prided yourself on that fact for years now. So what is it? What are you so fucking afraid of?!" he snapped, his frustration and patience finally reaching its limit.“Of letting people down!” I finally admitted, the words bursting out before I could stop them. “I’m just—”But Tyler wasn't having it. Before I could even finish my sentence he spoke over me, his words tumbling o
(Ryder's POV)My eyes were focused on the ripples from my failed stone-skipping attempt, but I could feel Tyler's on me, waiting for a response.His question hung in the air and I didn't know how to answer it. I didn't know what to say.With a sigh, I dragged my hand down my face. “I’m just trying to figure shit out.”The answer was a cop-out, but I didn't know what else to tell him. I was torn between letting every word and thought pour out of me so that I could just get it out in the open or shutting down completely and internalizing everything until I finally imploded.“Figure what out?” he pressed, his tone firm but not pushy.Jesus... Did I tell him? Should I just spill the fucking beans and let the chips fall where they may? Or did I keep my mouth shut and deal with it myself?The silence hung over us, heavy and awkward as I struggled to make a decision. Why did this feel so fucking complicated?!He looked like he was going to ask again, to press harder for an actual answer and
(Ryder's POV)I sat on the mossy log, staring at the still surface of the pond in front of me. The air was cool and damp, the smell of earth and pine heavy in the air. I looked up as gray clouds swirled overhead, the threat of rain imminent.This was Tyler's spot, but I'd come here a couple of times before when I needed to get some space to think about shit. Back home, everything just felt so... consuming... overwhelming. Not that it was much better here. It's not like the problems just magically disappeared as soon as I stepped out the front door. But here... I don't know. It was quiet. There was no chaos.This wasn't exactly what I had had in mind when I left this morning, and truth be told, I had no clue how long I had been here. I'd turned my phone off, not wanting to have any distractions or interruptions.Kate had probably messaged, but I just needed this time to focus. To focus on this one stupid problem. A problem that shouldn't have even been a problem at all.There had been
(Tyler's POV) Before I had a chance to put together some kind of response, Ryder continued, “You’ve always been better at everything, Tyler. You could always run that much faster. You were always that much stronger. You always scored that much higher. Everything you ever did... Everything you ever do... You just do it better than me. You can even skip a fucking stone further than I can..." he went on, scoffing at the absurdity of it but I could see that it weighed him down.I bit my lip, still not knowing what to say. To some degree it was true, but there was so much more to it."And I don't hate you for it or anything, okay?" he said, as if trying to set the record straight. "It's not like it's your fault that I couldn't measure up. It's just the way things panned out, and that's fine. I guess the pack needs a leader and that's you. You were always the one everyone looked up to and I guess I just figured that the best thing I could do was stay out of your way and not hold you back.
(Tyler's POV)Ryder hesitated for a moment before shaking his head again and replying, "I'm just... trying to figure shit out.”“Figure what out?” I pressed, trying to sound curious rather than forceful.He was quiet for a long moment and I was almost one hundred percent sure he was going to give me the generic 'stuff' reply again, but he surprised me.“That empty feeling I told you guys about after the marking? Well, it’s still there. I tried to ignore it, figuring that The Elders being here was more important. I thought that maybe it would go away if I didn't think about it, but it hasn’t. It's just gotten worse and with all the shit that asshole Simon was saying... I just... I think… I think I might know why I've been feeling this way...” he trailed off.I frowned. “Why?”He hesitated, his hands clenching into fists. “It's the Alpha thing, I'm almost sure of it. I’ve been avoiding it for years, telling myself I didn’t want it, that it isn’t who I am. But now? It’s like it’s catchin
(Tyler's POV)The Fortress was as busy as ever. People milled around the gym, sparring, chatting, working out, the usual. The faint smell of sweat mingled with disinfectant hung in the air.I scanned the room, hoping to see Ryder beating the shit out of a punching bag or leaning against the wall, smirking at someone’s terrible form, but there was no sign of him.He didn't come here often, so my hopes weren't high to start with, but it was still disappointing when he was nowhere to be seen.If he wasn't in the gym, he didn't really have much reason to be here otherwise. But even so, I figured I may as well make the most of it and do a thorough check of the building.Making my way down the hallway that led to all the meeting rooms and classrooms, I peeked into a few of the rooms where I knew I wouldn't be interrupting anything important. Along the way, I ran into a few familiar faces, but no one I asked had seen him around.With no sign of him here and no solid leads, I stepped back out
(Katelyn's POV)Two days had passed since The Elders had left, and the weight of their impending decision hung over us like a miserable storm cloud. Everyone seemed to be carrying it differently. Tyler busied himself with pack matters, his steady demeanor a calm anchor amidst the uncertainty. Liz had thrown herself into the house, preparing meals and cleaning each and every nook and cranny as if that might somehow scrub away the tension that had been building. David had been quieter than usual, which was its own kind of unsettling.And Ryder? Ryder had been... absent.At first, I didn't think much of it. Ryder wasn't one to stick to predictable routines. He moved at his own pace and showed up where and when he wanted, usually with some sarcastic comment or mischievous grin.But today was different. I hadn't seen him since the morning when he'd looked a little out of it and had just told me he had a lot on his mind. That was it. That was the last time I had seen him. It was late afterno
(Katelyn's POV)I stared at Helen, my mind spinning with her words. Each revelation felt like a hammer blow, shattering any illusions I’d clung to about where this was going.“So, then what’s the point?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. “What’s the point of learning to control my abilities if it won’t make any difference? If they’re just going to see me as some kind of… resource?” The word tasted bitter in my mouth.Helen sighed, her gaze softening as she looked at me. “It’s not that simple, Katelyn. I won’t lie to you, there will always be those who see you as a means to an end. A 'resource', as you put it. That’s not going to change overnight. But that being said, things are changing. Times are changing and so is the way people think.”“Yeah, not fast enough,” I sneered, the frustration bubbling inside me.“No,” Helen admitted, nodding. “Not fast enough. But they ARE changing. And people like you? People like us? We’re the ones who will push those changes forward. We're th
(Katelyn's POV)I heard the vague sound of hurried footsteps approaching us, but I made no attempt to lift my head from Ryder's chest to see who it was. In my mind, I had pictured Liz coming to offer me some comfort, but when Ryder spoke, I realized my assumption must have been off."I don't think she wants to talk to you," he said, his voice firm and protective as he still clutched me tightly."Please," Helen's voice begged, "I just need a minute. I just want to explain—"But Tyler cut her off. "Listen, Helen, we appreciate how you've tried to assist with Simon and all that, but I think she just needs some space right now. There's nothing you can say that's going to fix this. It seems pretty obvious that the Council of Elders has their own agenda here," he stated, trying to keep his words firm without coming across as hostile."Katelyn," Helen tried again, refusing to give up, but Ryder simply rotated me away from her, standing as a barrier between us with his back towards her.I hea