1 week later...The pain hits me like a wrecking ball, but I don’t even flinch anymore. I’m getting so used to it, I’m practically numb. Nick’s fist crashes into my ribs, and I stumble, gasping for air, but it’s no use. I’m pretty sure he’s aiming for the record of "Most Times Agatha Has Questioned Her Life Choices" with every punch.“Worthless piece of trash!” he spits, and it’s a surprise he doesn’t choke on the venom. “Can’t even clean a damn bowl right.” He glares at me like I just committed a crime worse than stealing his last beer.You know what’s the worst part about being punched by Nick? It’s the look on his face as if he’s the victim here. Like I’m the one who ruined his precious porcelain bowl. Spoiler: I didn’t. But who am I to question the logic of a man whose best friend is his reflection in the mirror?I stagger to my feet, ignoring the pain pulsing through my ribs like a bad beat in a song that won’t stop. I bend down to clean up the mess. You know, because I’m really g
Two days later...The cab shakes under me like a roller coaster that doesn’t know when to stop. The road’s uneven, and I grip my bag like it's my lifeline. My heart's doing this wild tango between excitement and terror. It's finally happening—I'm free. The Vanderwilson mansion is only a few minutes away, and my life is about to change in ways I can't even begin to understand.But the thing is—freedom feels a little heavy.It was just this morning when I left. When I finally told Nick I was done. The moment was so surreal, like I was watching someone else do it. Ten minutes before the cab came, I did it. I stood up to him. I didn’t think. I didn’t care. I just told him.Mom and Nick were both in the living room, probably discussing something boring like taxes or what vegetable to throw at my head next. But I was done. I couldn’t take it anymore. So, without warning, I said it."I’m leaving for Vanderwilson," I declared, with all the seriousness I could muster.Nick blinked like I slappe
Amelia is in the fridge again, shuffling through it like she’s hunting for treasure. I glance at Luis, standing quietly in the corner, and my stomach does flips. He’s been silently judging me from that spot for what feels like forever. I’ve been avoiding him since I got here, and now, without any distractions, the tension between us could cut through butter.Luis clears his throat, making me jump out of my skin. Seriously, how does he make a noise so quietly terrifying? "So, Agatha... are you excited for your first day at university tomorrow?"What kind of question is that? Like I don’t already have a million things to worry about. I blink and finally look at him. The moment our eyes meet, I swear the air around us crackles. I can’t breathe for a second. His gaze is laser-focused, like he’s trying to figure out the secret code to my brain. It’s... unnerving.I quickly swallow and try to act cool. Cool, Agatha. You’ve got this. "Uh, yeah. I guess. I’m, like, a tiny bit nervous, though."
2 weeks later....The three weeks leading up to Lilly’s wedding have been a blur of chaos and confusion. Honestly, it’s like everything is happening at warp speed while I’m stuck in slow-motion. It’s like the universe put my life on pause and is now cranking the volume up to max. Meanwhile, I’m here, struggling to keep up and not trip over my own two feet.University was supposed to be my big fresh start. I imagined making new friends, exploring new experiences, and—of course—getting as far away from Nick as possible. But no, reality had other plans. Instead of new friends, I got loneliness. Instead of fresh starts, I got a series of awkward silences and the creeping sensation of being stuck in an episode of The Twilight Zone.I don’t even know where to begin with Amelia. She was this cheerful ray of sunshine when I first arrived, but now? Now she’s a walking, talking mood swing. One minute, she’s all warm and welcoming, and the next, she’s shooting daggers with her eyes and making com
11:49 pm…The night before Lilly's wedding feels like it's dragging on forever. I lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling, feeling like I’m stuck in some weird dream that just won’t end. The whole house is buzzing with wedding madness, but my brain is... well, it's everywhere. I can’t turn it off. Secrets, lies, everything just feels like it's stacking up, one heavy brick after another.I toss and turn, feeling like I’m swimming through a sea of thoughts. I mean, seriously, who knew weddings could be so... overwhelming? The house has been nonstop chaos for the last few days—people everywhere, flowers everywhere, that sickly sweet smell of expensive perfume that makes me feel like I’m suffocating. I hear people laughing and gossiping about Lilly and Luis, the "perfect" match between the Winter Hill and Vanderwilson packs. But honestly? Every word just feels fake, like someone put the perfect filter over everything and no one’s willing to admit the cracks.Somehow, in the middle of all thi
01:01 am…The kitchen is eerily quiet, the only sound is the low hum of the refrigerator, as Luis and I stand facing each other like two awkward turtles in a staring contest. The lights are dim, making it feel like we’re trapped in some cheesy romantic movie. I can almost hear the violins playing in the background, the tension so thick you could cut it with a butter knife.“So,” I begin, trying to sound casual even though my heart is doing somersaults in my chest. “How’s your day been?” I instantly regret asking. That was the worst question ever. It’s like I’ve never had a conversation before.Luis doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he takes a deep breath, like he’s preparing to say something important. “It’s been okay,” he replies after a long pause. “But it’s been a little… off.”I blink, unsure of what to say next. “Off? Like... off like a lightbulb or off like a phone on low battery?” I say, trying to make a joke.Luis stares at me for a second, his face blank, then suddenly burs
The morning is freezing. Like, “I can see my breath” freezing. The air is biting through the mansion like it has some serious business to do. I swear the walls of this place are colder than my ex’s heart. Today’s the day Lilly gets married to Luis. Yippee. It’s the grand event I’ve been looking forward to... not really. The whole thing feels like one big, fancy drama. I’m just supposed to be there, smiling and pretending everything’s fine. Like I’m not the one who’s about to start crying in the middle of the ceremony. So, yeah, no pressure.As I walk down the hallway, I can hear people laughing and chatting. I’m like, “How are they so happy? What’s going on here?” The guests are already piling in with their shiny dresses, sparkly jewelry, and that fake joy that screams, “I don’t know what I’m doing here, but I’ll act like I do.” I try to relax my shoulders and not look like I’m about to cry or throw up or both.“Agatha!” My mom’s voice stops me in my tracks. She’s standing by the firep
The Vanderwilson estate tonight looks like it jumped out of a luxury catalog. Everything screams, "We’re rich, we’re powerful, and we’re going to rub it in your face." The chandeliers sparkle like they’re in competition with the stars, and the floral arrangements are so perfect they make you want to apologize to your houseplants.But the atmosphere? Oh, it’s tense. You can practically cut it with one of the fancy butter knives on the tables. The reason? Rogues. Those pesky rogue wolves are the uninvited party crashers no one wants but everyone is secretly expecting. Even the guards stationed at every exit look like they’d rather be anywhere else—maybe hiding under a table.I’m trying my best to blend in with the crowd, which, to be honest, isn’t hard since I’m wearing a dress so tight I’m one deep breath away from becoming a headline. But the real show tonight is Lilly and Luis. They’re doing their best impression of a perfect couple, all smiles and tender touches. Luis even has his ha
Agatha’s POVI was broken.Like, spiritually, emotionally, mentally—every possible way a person could be shattered. I had just endured an hour-long, self-inflicted punishment of watching Matthew and Paris redefine the phrase "going at it like animals," and now I was standing outside the tent, gasping for breath like I had just run a marathon through hell.Luis was still laughing. Katherine had the audacity to give me a slow, approving nod, as if I had just completed some sacred rite of passage.Clo? Oh, Clo was loving this. He was grinning like the damn Cheshire Cat. "So," he drawled, arms crossed, "you stood there for a whole hour? Just… watching?"I WAS IN SHOCK! I screeched inte
Agatha’s POV1 hour later...I looked like a creep.I felt like a creep.I knew I wasn’t a creep, but let’s be honest—I had no way to justify my actions. Because why, WHY, had I been standing in the same exact spot for a whole hour, watching that?I had walked into the tent looking for answers. Instead, I had found Mattew—serious, borderline sociopathic, terrifying Mattew—ruthlessly plowing into Paris like he was trying to single handedly end a bloodline.And yet, I hadn’t moved.I should have left. The normal thing to do would have been to spin around and sprint out of there the moment I saw naked limbs tangling and heard sounds I will never unhear. But no, my idiot brain had decided to short-circuit, leaving me rooted in place like some deranged voyeur.What the hell are you doing?! Caroline’s voice hissed in my head. My wolf was practically vibrating with disbelief. MOVE! LEAVE! GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE YOU FRY
Agatha's POVIt’s been two days since we arrived at this so-called rogue camp, and let me tell you, I’ve learned more than I ever wanted to know.First off, I think I might actually be allowing myself to fall in love with Luis, and for the first time in my life, I don’t feel guilty about it. And before you ask—yes, I am aware that this is terrible timing, considering we’re technically in enemy territory. But feelings don’t care about logic.Unfortunately, Caroline has developed a full-blown obsession with Luis. If she says his name one more time, I swear I will throw her into the freezing lake nearby.Secondly, this isn’t actually a rogue camp. Turns out, Luis and I were completely off-base assuming these people were criminals. They only look like rogues because they’re operating behind enemy lines. Katherine told me they’re part of the powerful Lycan royal pack—the same one my region has been at war with since before I was even born. So, yeah. That’s a fun revelation. I’ve been unknow
Agatha's POVIt’s been two days since we arrived at this so-called rogue camp, and let me tell you, I’ve learned more than I ever wanted to know.First off, I think I might actually be allowing myself to fall in love with Luis, and for the first time in my life, I don’t feel guilty about it. And before you ask—yes, I am aware that this is terrible timing, considering we’re technically in enemy territory. But feelings don’t care about logic.Unfortunately, Caroline has developed a full-blown obsession with Luis. If she says his name one more time, I swear I will throw her into the freezing lake nearby.Secondly, this isn’t actually a rogue camp. Turns out, Luis and I were completely off-base assuming these people were criminals. They only look like rogues because they’re operating behind enemy lines. Katherine told me they’re part of the powerful Lycan royal pack—the same one my region has been at war with since before I was even born. So, yeah. That’s a fun revelation. I’ve been unknow
Lilly’s POVI scowl and turn on my heel, speed-walking away before I do something embarrassing like trip over a severed limb. I don’t dare look back, but I can feel him watching me as I disappear into the trees.Who the hell was that guy?You called him an angel, Lilly. Are you being serious right now?He just murdered those guys, and I wasn’t even scared. I was mesmerized. MESMERIZED. Like some kind of blood-drunk idiot. And his tattoos? They were detailed, intricate, almost like old paintings. One in particular looked familiar, but I can’t remember where I’ve seen it before. Great. Another thing for my ever-growing "figure out later" list.Right now, I need to get somewhere safe. I need to process everything I just discovered.Agatha isn’t my real sister. She’s a princess. And apparently, the key to everything.Dad had a secret alliance with the Lycan clan from Europe.Another war brewing; apparently two wars weren't good enough for them.Alexander is a sick, power-hungry lunatic.A
Lilly’s POVI scowl and turn on my heel, speed-walking away before I do something humiliating, like trip over a severed limb. I don’t dare look back, but I can feel him watching me as I disappear into the trees.Who the hell was that guy?You called him an angel, Lilly. Are you being serious right now?He slaughtered those men like they were nothing, and yet… I wasn’t even scared. I was mesmerized. Those tattoos—detailed, intricate, like paintings. And one in particular—it looked familiar. But where had I seen it before? Ugh. Add that to my ever-growing list of “figure out later.”For now, I need to get somewhere safe. Somewhere I can breathe, process, think about the absolute disaster my world has become.Agatha isn’t really my sister. She’s a princess and apparently the key to some grand scheme.My dad was close with the European Lycan clan. Why?The war .Alexander is a psychotic, power-hungry bastard and the mystrious reason why he is even here instead of fighting the war he appear
Lilly’s POV"Now that I can see your face clearly, you're really pretty. Isn’t she?" The man grabs my face roughly and yanks it toward the others.There are four of them, not counting Bob—who is still clutching his mangled leg like it personally betrayed him. His face is scrunched up in pain, but at least it’s healing already, right? Silver lining.The other men nod in agreement. Well, except for Bob. Bob is still staring at me like I owe him financial compensation for his suffering. Maybe if I kissed his wound and apologized, he’d stop glaring at me like that?"Well then," the man holding me says. And just like that, he shoves me onto the ground. Hard. My top is yanked over my head, covering my face.What. The. Actual. Fuck."Wait! What do you think you’re doing?!" I shout, my voice shaking.I need to calm down. If they’re about to do what I think they’re about to do, panic will only make it worse. Fear excites bastards like these.I suck in a deep breath, but my top is still coverin
Lilly's lungs burned as she tore through the shallow woods, her feet pounding against the cold earth, heart slamming against her ribs like a war drum. She didn't dare look back. The men from the Winterfall mansion were on her tail, and their footsteps sounded too close.“Faster, Lilly, faster!” she practically screamed at her own legs, begging them to move even though they felt like lead. The branches scratched her bare arms, but she didn’t care. Pain was better than getting caught.“We can’t let her get away! Do you understand me?” one of the men growled behind her, his voice low but urgent.‘Yeah, well, good luck with that,’ she thought, a wild grin flashing across her face despite her fear. She was fast—always had been. And if she could make it to the deep part of the Winterfall woods, she could lose them for sure.She pulled her gun from her waistband and blindly fired over her shoulder. The loud pop-pop shattered the stillness of the forest.“Ah!” A man screamed in pain, and she
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