The next day...
The drive back to Winter Hill feels like a slow descent into hell. I sit in the back seat, staring at the blur of trees and darkened roads. My mind replays everything that happened yesterday. Each moment pulls me deeper into a whirlwind of confusion, anger, and something else I can’t quite name.
Lilly’s glowing face as she introduced Luis. The look in his eyes when I saw him in the garden—the same man I felt that strange connection with. I can’t stop thinking about him, even though I know I shouldn’t.
But no matter how hard I try to push Luis from my mind, the image keeps coming back—his brown eyes, the way he looked at me, as if we were the only two people in the world. And now, knowing that he’s my sister’s fiancé makes it all so much worse.
I sigh heavily, sinking deeper into the seat. The landscape outside the car window becomes even more distant as m
1 week later... The pain comes fast—too fast for me to react. Nick’s fist slams into my ribs, knocking the wind out of me, leaving me gasping. I double over, clutching my side as a sharp, searing agony radiates through my chest. It feels like my bones are breaking under the weight of his blow, like shards of glass are being driven deeper into my skin with every breath. My vision blurs, and all I can think about is how much it hurts. But the pain is nothing new. I stagger, trying to catch my breath, as Nick steps back, towering over me with that familiar look of disgust. His lips curl into a sneer, and his voice drips with venom. "You worthless piece of trash," he spits, glaring down at me. "You can’t even handle a simple task, can you?" I don’t respond. I’ve learned not to. Speaking only makes things worse. Nick’s hand flies up, striking me hard across the face. My head snaps to the side, and I
2 days later…The cab rumbles beneath me, the sound of the tires rolling against the road lulling me into a strange sense of peace. I clutch my bag tighter on my lap, staring out the window as the scenery flies by. My heart beats in a rhythm I can’t control—part excitement, part fear.The Vanderwilson mansion is just a few minutes away now, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I’m free. Free from Nick’s grip, free from the abuse, free from the darkness that has been suffocating me for years.But the freedom comes with its own weight.I can still feel the rush of adrenaline in my veins from earlier, the way my body trembled when I finally stood up to Nick. Ten minutes before the cab was supposed to arrive—that’s when I told them. Mom and Nick. I didn’t give myself time to think, didn’t give Nick a chance to stop me.I can still see the look on his face when I told him I was leaving for Vanderwilson."What do you mean
The dining room is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the table as I sit between Amelia and Luis. The room is warm, the hum of conversation casual and light, but I can’t seem to relax. The air feels thick, almost suffocating, and it has nothing to do with the cozy atmosphere or the delicious scent of food. It’s him. Luis. He’s sitting directly across from me, his presence looming over everything, even though he hasn’t said much since we sat down. I can feel him watching me, his eyes burning through my skin, and it takes everything in me not to meet his gaze. My heart is racing, pounding in my chest like it’s trying to escape. I try to focus on Amelia’s animated chatter as she talks about some ridiculous gossip from the pack. Something about one of the neighbors and their new pet dog. But I can’t hear her. Not really. Her words are a distant murmur, drowned out by the sound of my own heartbeat. The burning sensation around my neck intensifies, l
2 weeks later… The three weeks leading up to Lilly’s wedding pass in a blur. Everything is happening so fast, and yet, it feels like I’m moving in slow motion. College hasn’t been the fresh start I hoped for. Instead, it’s been... isolating. I had imagined that starting university would be this big, exciting chapter of my life. New people, new experiences, a chance to escape Nick and everything back in Winter Hill. But now that I’m here, nothing feels right. I haven’t made a single friend, and the loneliness is suffocating. Even Amelia, who was so warm and bubbly when I first arrived, has become... different. She acts like a completely different person when we’re on campus. At first, I tried to ignore it, brushing it off as her just being distracted or having a bad day. But it’s more than that. She’s rude, cold, and makes these snide, backhanded comments that leave me feeling like I’m walking on eggshells around her. And I swear she’s targetin
11:49 pm…It’s the night before Lilly’s wedding, and sleep eludes me. I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with everything that has happened in the last few days. The anticipation, the secrets, the lies—every single moment weighs on me. I toss and turn, trying to ignore the ache in my chest that grows stronger with each passing second.The last three days have been a whirlwind. The house has been a constant flurry of people, all bustling with excitement, the air thick with the scent of fresh flowers and expensive perfume. Everywhere I go, I hear laughter, music, and the endless chatter about the “perfect union” between the Winter Hill and Vanderwilson packs. But every word spoken feels like a lie I can’t escape.Despite everything, Lilly and I… bonded. Really bonded. For t
01:01 am…The kitchen is dimly lit, shadows stretching across the floor as the silence thickens between us. Luis and I stand there, facing each other, and I feel the weight of all the unspoken words, the truths neither of us can bring ourselves to admit. The space around us seems to shrink until it’s just the two of us, locked in this moment, connected in ways I can’t fully understand but feel deep in my bones.A soft sigh escapes me, and my voice comes out in a whisper, filled with a vulnerability I rarely allow myself to feel. “Sometimes, in moments like this… I miss my dad. It’s like I still hear his voice, especially when things get too hard.” I pause, looking down as a wave of emotions I’ve held back for years begins to rise. “He was my everything. Losing him felt like… losing myself.”
The morning begins with a cold bite in the air, seeping through the walls of the mansion and settling like a chill in my bones. Today, Lilly will stand at the altar with Luis. It’s the culmination of every whispered plan, every carefully orchestrated lie, and every pang of heartbreak I’ve endured since the moment I realized I would never be enough. I’m expected to play my role, to wear my smile like a mask while they speak their vows. I’m just another shadow in a room flooded with light.As I walk down the hallway, I hear snippets of laughter and conversation. Guests are already arriving, bustling in with their dresses and jewels, their faces lit up with joy and anticipation. It’s all so... painfully normal. I force my shoulders to relax, trying to ease the tightness in my chest, but every step feels heavy, like I’m dragging a weight too unbearable to carry.
The Vanderwilson estate glimmers with an unsettling beauty tonight. Crystal chandeliers throw a gentle cascade of light over the finely dressed crowd, illuminating a scene fit for royalty. Every inch of the space is swathed in elegance, roses and lilies intricately woven together to symbolize the unity of two powerful families. Yet beneath the polished perfection, unease permeates, a tension too thick to ignore. Even the small groups gathered in laughter seem subdued, glancing around nervously as though expecting something terrible to happen at any moment.The recent news of rogue wolves attacking our pack members hangs heavily over us all, like a dark cloud looming over the light-hearted celebration. Whispers ripple through the hall, and though no one dares speak too loudly, the tales of bloody attacks are inescapable, traded between guests who think no one’s listening. The guards stationed by every doorway and the furtive glances between guests make it clear—the wolves are not as
Chapter 20: Ghosts of the PastThe air feels heavy, suffused with an intensity that makes every nerve in my body stand on edge. Luis steps in front of me, his shoulders squared, his Alpha aura rolling off him in waves as he faces the eight rogue wolves standing in the middle of the quad. Their presence feels like a scar torn open, bleeding memories I’ve buried so deep I almost convinced myself they weren’t real.But now, the edges of those memories are fraying, unraveling in my mind like threads I can’t grasp.Caroline growls softly in my head, her voice sharp and protective. “Stay alert. Something’s not right here, Agatha. I don’t trust them.”Neither do I.I watch them carefully, trying to process everything about them. The woman with snow-white hair stands out first, her long, straight locks gleaming like moonlight. Her blue eyes are cold, distant, as though she’s weighing the cost of standing here. Next to her is a woman with copper-colored hair that cascades over her shoulders, h
I move into my new dorm room with the bare essentials. The university feels distant and unfamiliar after all that happened back at the mansion, the cold reminder of the attack still clinging to me. It wasn’t long ago that I’d looked forward to the quiet of these halls, the endless nights of study sessions, getting away from my old pack, getting away from Nick, the carefree laughs with friends, and the steady rhythm of a life separate from the Vanderwilson pack.But now? Everything is different.Caroline, my Lycan, is quiet this morning. It’s odd since she’s usually chattering or throwing sarcastic comments my way. Ever since she arrived, she’s been a shadow I can’t shake off—and surprisingly, I wouldn’t want to.“Oh, come on. Just because I like to talk doesn’t mean I’m a shadow. Besides, admit it—you’d miss me if I went silent.” Caroline’s voice is a playful hum in my head.I let out a soft laugh. She’s right. In an odd way, Caroline’s presence has been my lifeline, especially sinc
I double over, clutching at my sides as an overwhelming heat courses through me, radiating outwards, consuming every inch of my body. My bones feel as if they’re shifting, bending, molding into something else. The realization hits me like a punch to the gut—I’m shifting.The room around me fades as my vision blurs, replaced by a hazy mix of pain and power, a rush so intense that I can barely breathe. Gasps erupt around me, but I barely register them. All I feel is the raw force exploding within me, taking control, claiming every part of me.Nick stumbles back, his face twisted in shock as he realizes what’s happening. But Luis doesn’t falter. He watches me, eyes wide with awe, his Lycan form standing tall and ready.I meet his gaze, feeling a strength I’ve never known—a power that’s mine and mine alone. And in this moment, in the midst of chaos, I know that I’m no longer the weak girl they all thought I was.
I stare at him, a dozen questions spinning through my mind, but none of them make it to my lips. My anger softens, just a little, replaced by a kind of dread I can’t ignore.“So, that’s it then?” My voice is quieter now, almost hollow. “You married Lilly because it was necessary… to protect the pack?”He nods, his face etched with a weariness I hadn’t noticed before. “My father insists on it. He doesn’t understand any other way to strengthen our standing. He won’t let the pack be vulnerable to outside threats. Not again.”The weight of his words settles into me, dragging me down with it. I realize that this isn’t just about Luis or Lilly or me; it’s about something much bigger. An entire world I barely understand, with power plays a
With just a week until my 21st birthday, I’d expected a quiet countdown to the inevitable disappointment. But nothing has gone as I thought it would. Everything has shifted unexpectedly, thanks mostly to Matt.Luis’s brother has been a surprising source of comfort and ease in a world that often feels cold and isolating. We’ve been spending almost every day together after school, slipping away from the Vanderwilson mansion to find small pockets of peace in our own little world. I haven’t been able to explain the kiss that happened after Lilly’s wedding night; it lingers between us, unaddressed but impossible to forget. I’ve caught Matt’s eye lingering on me a few times, his lips twitching as if he’s about to bring it up, but he hasn’t. And for that, I’m grateful.School itself has felt lighter too, an u
The Vanderwilson estate glimmers with an unsettling beauty tonight. Crystal chandeliers throw a gentle cascade of light over the finely dressed crowd, illuminating a scene fit for royalty. Every inch of the space is swathed in elegance, roses and lilies intricately woven together to symbolize the unity of two powerful families. Yet beneath the polished perfection, unease permeates, a tension too thick to ignore. Even the small groups gathered in laughter seem subdued, glancing around nervously as though expecting something terrible to happen at any moment.The recent news of rogue wolves attacking our pack members hangs heavily over us all, like a dark cloud looming over the light-hearted celebration. Whispers ripple through the hall, and though no one dares speak too loudly, the tales of bloody attacks are inescapable, traded between guests who think no one’s listening. The guards stationed by every doorway and the furtive glances between guests make it clear—the wolves are not as
The morning begins with a cold bite in the air, seeping through the walls of the mansion and settling like a chill in my bones. Today, Lilly will stand at the altar with Luis. It’s the culmination of every whispered plan, every carefully orchestrated lie, and every pang of heartbreak I’ve endured since the moment I realized I would never be enough. I’m expected to play my role, to wear my smile like a mask while they speak their vows. I’m just another shadow in a room flooded with light.As I walk down the hallway, I hear snippets of laughter and conversation. Guests are already arriving, bustling in with their dresses and jewels, their faces lit up with joy and anticipation. It’s all so... painfully normal. I force my shoulders to relax, trying to ease the tightness in my chest, but every step feels heavy, like I’m dragging a weight too unbearable to carry.
01:01 am…The kitchen is dimly lit, shadows stretching across the floor as the silence thickens between us. Luis and I stand there, facing each other, and I feel the weight of all the unspoken words, the truths neither of us can bring ourselves to admit. The space around us seems to shrink until it’s just the two of us, locked in this moment, connected in ways I can’t fully understand but feel deep in my bones.A soft sigh escapes me, and my voice comes out in a whisper, filled with a vulnerability I rarely allow myself to feel. “Sometimes, in moments like this… I miss my dad. It’s like I still hear his voice, especially when things get too hard.” I pause, looking down as a wave of emotions I’ve held back for years begins to rise. “He was my everything. Losing him felt like… losing myself.”
11:49 pm…It’s the night before Lilly’s wedding, and sleep eludes me. I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with everything that has happened in the last few days. The anticipation, the secrets, the lies—every single moment weighs on me. I toss and turn, trying to ignore the ache in my chest that grows stronger with each passing second.The last three days have been a whirlwind. The house has been a constant flurry of people, all bustling with excitement, the air thick with the scent of fresh flowers and expensive perfume. Everywhere I go, I hear laughter, music, and the endless chatter about the “perfect union” between the Winter Hill and Vanderwilson packs. But every word spoken feels like a lie I can’t escape.Despite everything, Lilly and I… bonded. Really bonded. For t