(Iris) The routine of my new life in captivity settled into a rhythm, and it was almost comforting, in a twisted way. Food arrived three times a day, every day, and the room was equipped with a bathroom. It was truly an upgrade from my old cell, a fact that made me chuckle when I caught myself thinking about it. This grim sense of optimism seemed absurd given the circumstances, and the laugh that escaped my lips sounded slightly deranged, even to my own ears. From his bed, Jasper stared at me like I was a madwoman. He was silent most of the time, lost in his brooding thoughts. His face, usually so expressive, had turned into a mask of detachment, only the occasional flicker in his eyes revealing the storm brewing inside him. He was still mulling over the events of the past few days, replaying them in his mind, each scene more tortuous than the last. I tried to talk to him, to pull him out of his internal exile, but it was like trying to reach someone across a vast chasm. He
(Iris) As she left, I felt a wave of hopelessness wash over me. The room seemed to close in, the walls pressing down on me. I glanced at Jasper, who was pacing the small space, his frustration evident in every step he took. We were trapped, at the mercy of Alpha Caden and his sister, Leila. The realization settled over me like a heavy blanket, suffocating and inescapable. We had to find a way out, but for now, all we could do was wait and hope that an opportunity would present itself. I started to suspect everything. Leila’s calm demeanor and cryptic words spun around in my head, making it impossible to think straight. I paced the room, my mind racing with questions and doubts. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. Why did Caden bring us here after trying to use me to kill Jasper? Was everything a trick? Did he manipulate us into running just so he could kidnap us? But why go through all that trouble when he could have easily taken us without the elaborate ruse?
(Elias)I tried again, for I don’t know how many times, to mind-link Iris, but to no avail. Something was blocking our connection. Maybe it was the distance, but she couldn’t be running that fast. Frustration gnawed at me as I paced my office, the weight of leadership pressing heavily on my shoulders. “Iris, why did you leave?” I muttered aloud, the words echoing in the empty room. My mind raced with unanswered questions, each one a sharp thorn in my thoughts. How could she have gone off with Jasper, of all people? It didn’t make sense. Not after everything we’d been through together. The bond we shared, forged through years, should have been unbreakable. Yet here I was, unable to reach her even through our telepathic link. Was it her choice? Was she in danger? Or had she simply chosen to abandon me? I clenched my fists, trying to push down the surge of hurt and betrayal that threatened to overwhelm me. As Alpha, I couldn't afford to let my emotions cloud my judgment, but thi
(Naomi)I stood up after my father stopped breathing. The room was still, the weight of the moment pressing down on me like a physical force. His eyes, once so full of life and secrets, were now closed forever. I took a deep breath, my mind a blank canvas void of emotions, painted only with numbness. Keeling beside his body, I reached for a cloth and gently wiped the blood from his face. It was surreal, this task of cleaning up after death. The blood had already begun to dry, a stark contrast to the lifeless pallor of his skin. As I worked, I couldn’t help but remember the times he had cared for me, the way his hands had comforted me in my darkest moments. Now, it was my turn to provide this final act of care. I folded his hands on his chest, positioning them as if he were simply at rest. The stillness of his form was unsettling. The man who had shaped so much of my life was now just a body, an empty vessel devoid of the spirit that had once animated him. The silence was oppressi
(Iris)Caden was coming back tonight. Leila had told us earlier today, her voice filled with an urgency that only heightened our anxiety. Since then, the hours seemed to stretch endlessly, each minute a test of our patience. Jasper had been restless all day, pacing back and forth in the confines of our prison. I was not much better, my nerves frayed and my thoughts spiraling into endless what-ifs. Leila’s words still echoed in my mind. We had been huddled together in the early morning light, the air thick with tension. Her face was unreadable, her eyes flickering between Jasper and me as she relayed the news. “Caden is coming back tonight,” she had said, her voice low. “Be prepared.” Prepared for what? The question had hung in the air, unspoken but heavy with dread. Caden’s return meant answers, but it also meant facing the full weight of whatever truths had been hidden from us. Jasper couldn’t sit still. He prowled the room like a caged animal, full of a nervous energy that
(Elias)When Caden asked to go home yesterday, I didn’t think too much about it. As the Alpha, he is needed there. But to my surprise, Naomi asked if she could go with him out of the blue. I suspected she was trying to run, but she suddenly mind-linked me. “I’m not running, Elias. I just want to be useful,” her voice echoed in my mind, carrying a sincerity I couldn’t ignore. I consented to it reluctantly. The pack house feels empty without familiar faces. Seraphina is uncharacteristically cold, her usually warm demeanor replaced by a frosty distance. Xander is cold, his icy demeanor a constant cloud. I found myself drawn to my father’s study, a place I had avoided for so long. The room was full of history, a history I preferred to ignore. The scent of old books and leather filled the air. I closed the door behind me, the sound echoing in the silence. I stood there for a moment, letting the memories wash over me. “Father,” I whispered to the empty room, my voice barely aud
(Iris)We were ordered to leave at midnight. The hours ticked by slowly, each one marked by the oppressive silence of pack house. Despite the agreement we’d reached, the door remained locked, a constant reminder that we were still their prisoners. The thought gnawed at me, but neither Jasper nor I had any desire to explore this creepy place. Jasper was still on his bed, staring out the window with a hurt look in his eyes. His expression was distant, lost in some interval struggle that he refused to share. I watched him for a moment, feeling a mix of frustration and concern. What was the matter with him this time? I approached him cautiously. “Jasper, what’s wrong?” Without warning, he grabbed my forearm and dragged me down to the floor with him. We both landed in a tangled heap. “What is wrong with you?” I yelled, pushing against his chest to gain some distance. His response was to put his other hand behind my neck and kiss me, hard. This was very much our old routine, a p
(Iris)The guards opened the door for us at midnight. The air was thick with anticipation and tension as we stepped into the hallway, leaving the room behind in silence. My thoughts were a chaotic storm, clashing with the quiet determination in my steps. He was on a mission to kill my mate, and I was his accomplice. The weight of our actions hung heavy in the air. Was a solution so out of reach? Why was war all they ever thought about? I thought about my parents and the consequences of the last uprising. A part of myself died with them. Their loss was a constant ache, a reminder of the devastation that conflict brings. I wondered if anyone ever truly won in these fights or if we all just lost pieces of ourselves along the way. Outside the room, strange symbols adorned the walls, made from blood or perhaps red paint. The sight was unnerving, sending shivers down my spine. It was creepy nonetheless, a stark reminder of the darkness that lurked within those ancient walls. One