Standing at the doorstep of the Vanderwilson mansion, I grip the handles of my suitcases as though they’re the only things anchoring me to the ground. The cold air wraps around me, biting at my skin, but I barely feel it. My eyes are fixed on the sprawling mansion before me, its towering arches and intricate stone carvings practically dripping with opulence.“I would have never thought there’d be a day where I’d resent this place,” I mutter internally to Caroline, my wolf. “Is it too late to go back to campus?”Caroline snorts. “Oh, sure. Let’s run back to the campus crawling with rogues. Fantastic idea. You want me to call the ambulance now, or should we wait for the rogue to chew through your leg first?”“I’m just saying,” I grumble. &ld
The journal sits heavy on my lap like it knows its secrets might crush me. I flip through its pages, scanning my father’s meticulous handwriting. His words are calm, measured—a stark contrast to the chaos spinning in my head. The more I read, the clearer the pieces become, but it’s a puzzle I’m terrified to finish. If Luis’s father was involved in my father’s death, does that mean Luis knows? The question feels like a slap. And then there’s Lilly. Could she really be oblivious to something so monumental? Or has she, too, been playing her part in some dark family conspiracy? Caroline speaks up, her voice sharp and biting. “You’re spiraling again. This is why we don’t do detective work at night. Go to sleep before you have an existential crisis and decide to run into the forest barefoot like a lunatic.” “I’m fine,” I snap, though the tightening in my chest says otherwise. Caroline snorts. “Sure, and I’m a vegan wolf.” I ignore her. The mansion outside my room feels too quiet,
It’s been three days since my awkward run-in with Luis’s father, and his words still echo in my mind. “We value respect and honesty in this house.” The irony of it burns like fire in my chest. If honesty were truly a virtue here, this mansion wouldn’t feel like a tomb stuffed with secrets.But right now, I have a bigger problem: my sister, Lilly.The conversation we had yesterday plays on a loop in my head like a bad soap opera. She’d cornered me in the kitchen after dinner, her voice soft but her eyes suspiciously red. “Agatha,” she started, her tone too careful, too measured, “how do you feel about Luis?”How do I feel about Luis? What does that even mean? He’s the man who saved me from my horrible stepfather, yet he’s also the guy who looks at me like I’m an unfinished puzzle missing the one piece he’ll never find. And now, I’m living under his roof with my sister—his wife.“Uh, he’s...fine?” I’d said, trying not to look as uncomfortable as I felt.Her lips pressed into a tight lin
The air in the Vanderwilson mansion feels thicker than usual, like the walls themselves are holding their breath, waiting for something to happen. My father has been watching me. No, studying me—the way I look at Agatha, the subtle exchanges between us that I thought went unnoticed. Turns out, nothing escapes Alexander Vanderwilson.I should have been more careful.Now he’s using his observations to twist the screws, manipulating me with carefully chosen words, always delivered with that smug, knowing look.“Stay focused, Luis,” he said earlier tonight, swirling his whiskey like he was discussing the weather instead of my life. “For the sake of the pack’s stability, your loyalty to Lilly is non-
The mansion is too quiet, a silence that feels heavy, like it’s hiding something. Or maybe it’s just me hiding something. Either way, I can’t shake the tension hanging in the air, especially when Lilly is around. She’s been watching me more closely lately, her sharp eyes darting between Agatha and me like she’s trying to solve a riddle no one gave her the clues to.Mark is restless, pacing in the back of my mind. “You’re being obvious,” he mutters, his tone laced with amusement.“Am not,” I hiss back internally.“Are too. She’s staring at you right now.”I glance up, and sure enough, Lilly is watching me from across the hall with that signature Vanderwilson scrutiny. I force a smile, which she
The air at Winterhill Estate feels heavier than I remember, a weight pressing down on my chest as I step through the grand entrance. The scent of pinewood and old leather still lingers, a haunting reminder of my childhood. I don’t bother greeting the maids or acknowledging the curious stares of pack members as I stride past them. My goal isn’t small talk or nostalgia; it’s answers."You're doing the right thing," Caroline murmurs in the back of my mind, her voice low and deliberate."Am I, though?" I reply, glancing at a portrait of my mother hanging on the wall, her smile eerily serene. My stomach churns. This place is a mausoleum of lies, and I’m here to dig up its secrets.The first stroke of luck is that Nick isn’t here. He’s off dealing with rogue attacks, which means I don&r
Later that evening, the Vanderwilson mansion feels like a powder keg waiting to ignite. The air is heavy with unspoken tensions, and I’m ready to light the match. My steps echo down the grand hallway as I head toward Luis’s study, each one filled with more determination than the last.Pushing the door open without knocking, I find him seated behind a mahogany desk, casually scrolling through his tablet. The picture of calm composure.“Luis,” I say sharply, and his head snaps up, his dark brows knitting together.“Agatha?” His voice holds a mix of curiosity and concern. “You look like you’re ready to murder someone. Should I call for backup?”I slam the door behind me, the sound reverberating through the room. “If I were you, I’d start worrying about who I’m coming for.”He leans back in his chair, clearly trying to mask his surprise with nonchalance. “Alright, what’s this about?”I take a deep breath, trying to organize my thoughts. “I think your father had something to do with my dad
The clock strikes midnight, and moonlight pours through the tall windows of the Vanderwilson library. The old wood creaks under the weight of silence, the kind that feels heavy enough to suffocate, but somehow thick enough to drown out the world. I sit cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by piles of yellowing ledgers and crinkling letters. I can almost feel the dust from centuries of forgotten words settling on my skin, but none of it is as suffocating as the weight in my chest.My fingers trail over the pages, tracing faded ink like I’m trying to read between the lines of my own life. But nothing makes sense. Every word is a riddle, a code that refuses to unlock itself."This feels pointless," I mutter, tossing another letter aside. It flutters to the floor with a dramatic thud, and I scowl at it like it personally offended me. "Every page is either vague or full of half-truths."Caroline’s voice flickers in my mind like a distant echo, low but persistent. You’re getting frustrated
Lilly crouched on the thick branch of the old oak tree, her fingers gripping the rough bark as she steadied herself. The Winterfall mansion loomed before her, its darkened windows staring back like hollow eyes. A cold breeze rustled through the night, sending a chill down her spine, but she ignored it.She hadn’t been here in years.Not since the night she left.The memory was fresh, like an old wound reopened. The cold corridors, the heavy silence, the unbearable weight of her father’s death pressing down on her. She had escaped that night, vowing never to return.Yet here she was.With a heavy sigh, she reached for the familiar window on the east wing, pressing her fingers against the frame. It was still loose—just as it had always been. With a careful push, she eased it open and slid inside, landing on the wooden floor with a soft thud.The air inside was stale, thick with dust and memories. The east wing had been off-limits for years—her father’s private space, filled with history
Amelia stared at the sun through the window, barely registering the monotonous drone of the lecture in the background. It had been three days since Agatha and Luis had vanished without a trace. This morning, whispers spread that Lilly—the soon-to-be Luna—was also missing from Vanderwilson. Their mother was worried. Even their usually unshakable father seemed tense.But Amelia? She couldn’t care less.The only thing consuming her thoughts was the most efficient and agonizing way to kill Agatha.Nick had given her the order, but she hadn’t needed much convincing. Hurting people, watching them writhe, seeing the light flicker from their eyes—it was a high unlike anything else. And Agatha? She was the perfect prey. The odd lycan child, the winter fall princess who came to Vanderwilson as nothing but now has everything, walking around like she wasn’t the biggest threat to everything Amelia held dear.A smirk curled Amelia’s lips as she scribbled absentmindedly in her notebook. Beside her,
Lilly double-checked her duffle bag one last time, ensuring she had everything she might need for her journey. Clothes, makeup, pads, skincare, a brush, lots of bullets, a knife, a flashlight, snacks, water, and her most important tool—a silenced handgun. She wasn’t taking any chances, especially not when she had a hunch that her little sister, Agatha, was tangled up in something dangerous.For the past few days, Lilly had been riddled with anxiety. First, there was Alexander and Nick’s cryptic conversation that she overheard, a conversation that seemed to hint at trouble for Agatha. Then, there was Agatha herself, mysteriously vanishing with Luis. If there was one thing Lilly hated, it was being left out of the loop, especially when it involved family.She adjusted the strap of her duffle bag and glanced at the clock on her phone.1:14 a.m.Perfect. Everyone in the mansion would be fast asleep by now. Luis’s family, the nosy pack members, even the night patrols—no one would suspect h
Agatha was in a mood.Not a full-blown, ready-to-bite-someone’s-head-off kind of mood—though she had been known to channel that energy—but a simmering, slow-burn kind of irritation that made her mutter to herself in ways that made people question her sanity.Matthew, their self-appointed guide, was the primary cause of her irritation. All they’d managed to drag out of him was a first name. No last name. No backstory. Just “Matthew.”“Who introduces themselves with just a first name in the middle of a forest while claiming they might know something? Suspicious people, that’s who,” Agatha grumbled mentally to Caroline, her wolf.“Very suspicious,” Caroline replied with an exaggerated sigh. “Probably something embarrassing like Matthew Butterbean.”Agatha snorted. Out loud.Luis, walking a few paces ahead of her, glanced back briefly, his brow furrowed. She waved him off like she’d just sneezed.Luis was another problem altogether. Or, more accurately, the problem was the way her heart f
The air in the classroom feels heavy, a mix of fear and anticipation thick enough to choke on. Every pair of eyes is glued to Amelia and her friends, Mei and Lee, as they stop in their tracks. The professor, oblivious to the storm he’s summoned, busies himself gathering the shattered remains of his glasses from the floor.“Insolent brats,” he mutters again, this time louder. The words hang in the air, daring anyone to challenge them.Amelia’s sharp green eyes narrow, her lips twitching as if suppressing a smile. Mei and Lee exchange a quick glance, their expressions darkening with anticipation. The temperature in the room seems to plummet as the tension crackles like static in the air.From the back of the
Amelia stared blankly out of the large windows of Vanderwilson University, her thoughts spiraling into a confusing mix of suspicion and irritation. Sure, she didn’t like Agatha—never had, probably never would—but the girl did save her from those rogue werewolves on campus a few weeks ago. That had to count for something, right?But then there was Nick, her stepfather, a man who seemed to thrive on paranoia and bad vibes. According to him, Agatha wasn’t just annoying; she was dangerous. And maybe Nick had a point. Agatha did spend an offensive amount of time with Luis. Amelia’s lips pressed into a thin line at the thought. Luis was her brother, and she loved him, but she’d learned long ago that men could be clueless about scheming women. Agatha? Scheming. Definitely scheming. Even their dad couldn’t stand her and had been on edge since Luis brought her back.“Miss Amelia,” a voice boomed from the front of the hall, yanking her out of her spiraling thoughts, “if my class is that boring,
Nick strolled down the marble corridor of the Vanderwilson mansion, his polished shoes clicking against the floor. He had just finished an intense meeting with Alexander, the former Alpha of the pack and Luis’s father. While the conversation had left him rattled—Alexander always had that effect—Nick’s confidence quickly returned. He had a plan. A ridiculous, morally bankrupt plan, but a plan nonetheless.Stopping in front of a familiar door, Nick smirked. Amelia’s room. The youngest daughter of Alexander and Luis’s half-sister. Nick had always known how to pick his marks, and Amelia was perfect: young, impressionable, and desperate for attention.With a swift glance down the hallway to ensure no one was watching, Nick turned the knob and slipped inside.The room was a riot of pastel colors, fluffy pillows, and an overwhelming number of stuffed animals. Nick wrinkled his nose. It was like walking into a sugar-coated fever dream.Amelia looked up from her desk, her face lighting up the
Lilly paced the length of her lavish bedroom, her steps brisk and uneven. The grand space, adorned with gold accents and rich, dark wood furniture, suddenly felt suffocating. She had barely slept the night before, her mind gnawed by insecurities and half-formed suspicions.Her Lycan's voice slithered into her thoughts, smooth yet insistent. “It could be someone you know.”She froze mid-step, her hands gripping the silk sash of her robe. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head as if to ward off the idea. “Luis wouldn’t—he couldn’t.”“Men can be foolish,” her Lycan continued, a bitter edge creeping into its tone. “Even the strongest can stray. And haven’t you noticed how distracted he’s been lately?”Lilly’s jaw clenched. She had noticed. How could she not? Luis, once the epitome of attentiveness, had grown distant. His eyes often seemed far away, his thoughts tethered to something—or someone—else.Her fingers itched to confront him, to demand answers, but she wasn’t ready for what those
The moment we step into Winter Fall, it feels like we’ve walked into a horror movie. The trees are taller, their twisted branches reaching for the sky like they’re trying to grab the moon. The air is cold, but not the kind that makes you shiver—it’s the kind that sinks into your bones and whispers, Turn back while you still can.“This place gives me the creeps,” I mutter, my eyes darting around the shadows that seem to move even when the wind isn’t blowing.Luis, as usual, is completely unfazed, his smirk as irritating as ever. “You just don’t appreciate the thrill of adventure.”“Adventure?” I snort. “I’ve had plenty of adventures. Like that time your sister and I were running for our lives on campus because of rogue wolves. Or have you forgotten that little detail?”Luis shrugs, clearly unimpressed. “That was different. This is a controlled adventure.”“Controlled?” I roll my eyes. “This is a suicide mission with extra steps, Luis.”We press on, the glowing symbols on Luis’s map cas