(Naomi)I didn’t think Caden and Leila suspected me of anything. But that day, they seemed on edge. Their usual calm and composed demeanor was replaced by a tension that hung in the air. I noticed it the moment I stepped up to the dining room. The way their eyes darted around, how their fingers tapped nervously on the table, and their hushed whispers all indicated something was amiss. I tried to stay inconspicuous, blending into the background, but my curiosity got the better of me. Outside the dining room, I paused. Through the closed door, I heard them talking. Their voices were low. My heart raced as I leaned in, straining to catch every word. “We still have one last card,” Caden reassured Leila. “I don’t know why you think Iris will follow our plan; she is his mate!” Leila’s voice was sharp, betraying her frustration. So, Iris and Jasper aren’t following their plan after all. I felt a glimmer of hope. Iris must have convinced Jasper that peace was the only way. He would do any
(Iris)Holding the evidence of the crazy youth of our parents felt surreal. I sat in the dim light of the attic, surrounded by old, dusty boxes and forgotten memorabilia. In my hands, I held Elias’s mother’s detailed diary. The leather cover was worn, the pages yellowed with age, but the handwriting inside was clear and neat, chronicling a life I had only heard about. It seemed to pulse with a life of the past, every word a testament to a time I could scarcely imagine. How could it be that the people I knew as stern, responsible leaders were once so wild and carefree? My fingers traced the delicate script, and I felt a connection spanning decades, linking me to a younger version of our parents. Alice, Elias’s mother, had been sent to our pack as a girl when Lycans were first starting to encounter enemies they couldn’t handle alone. Her diary began with entries from those early days, capturing her initial fear and excitement. She wrote about the strangeness of leaving her home a
(Elias)So, that is how Iris saw me now. Her words echoed in my mind, haunting me. It hurt to hear that she thought I was no longer the person she fell in love with. Every moment we had shared, every promise we had made, seemed like a distant memory, tarnished by the present reality. Was she with Jasper now? Like properly? The thought clawed at my sanity. I could not let that happen. As I paced back and forth, my anger grew with each step. I summon the guards, my voice cold and unyielding. “Lock Iris up in her old room,” I ordered, my tone leaving no room for argument. They nodded and quickly moved to carry out my command. When they brought her to me, she didn’t resist. She didn’t plead or cry. She looked at me with no emotion, just acceptance. Her calm demeanor only fueled my rage further. Did she no longer care? Was she so indifferent to our past, to what we once were? “Why, Iris?” I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. “Why him? Why Jasper?” She r
(Elias)I was surprised when Elias brought Jasper with him, but I didn’t question it. There were more pressing matters at hand. Besides, Elias had a certain look on his face, one that told me I shouldn't question him. As we stood together in the dimly lit room, I shared Naomi’s findings with them. Elias’s eyes widened, a look of stunned disbelief crossing his face. “We both just assumed that Alice was dead,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. “They’re already planning to use Alice to their advantage somehow. We have to act fast,” I urged, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on us. Elias began pacing the room, his mind clearly racing. As he did, I turned to Jasper to update him. “Alice is Elias’s mother,” I explained. “Your parents were friends with her.” Jasper’s face showed a flicker of surprise, but he quickly masked it with his usual nonchalance. “And the necklace?” I asked, trying to piece everything together. Jasper’s expression softened sl
(Iris)I still couldn’t reach Naomi. My frustration mounted with each failed attempt to contact her, the silence on the other end of the line a stark reminder of the precariousness of our situation. It was as if she had vanished into thin air, leaving me to grapple with a sense of helplessness that gnawed at my resolve. Meanwhile, Jasper had been thrown back into his cell, his defiance met with harsh retribution. The echo of the cell door slamming shut reverberated in my mind, a cruel punctuation to our collective struggle. In stark contrast to my solitude, Seraphina stood resolute by Elias’s side. Together, they were a formidable force, united in their determination to mount a counterattack. Elias, ever the strategist, planning his moves, each decision weighted with the gravity of our plight. Seraphian’s unwavering presence was a beacon of strength, her loyalty to Elias and our cause was unshakeable. I could almost picture them, their intense gazes locked in silent communication,
(Iris)Alice was skin and bones now, but her features were striking, and her eyes were blue like ice. Just like Elias’s. I could see the family resemblance, the same cold, piercing gaze that felt like it could cut through stone. “You are such a lovely-looking girl. So much like your mother,” Alice said softly, her voice almost a whisper, yet it carried a weight that made me shiver. I guessed she could see me too. I stepped closer, feeling a strange pull toward her, as if an invisible thread was drawing me in. Her presence was both comforting and unsettling, a paradox that I couldn’t quite unravel. “Open your eyes and I will see what you see. This is the function of this stone. A very powerful Lycan magic is fused in this. I gave it to your mother for safekeeping in case it fell into the wrong hands.” “Like Caden?” I asked, the name slipping out before I could stop it. Alice nodded, her expression darkening. “Sure. But mainly their grandfather. He is an evil man. Twenty years ago
(Naomi)I sat on the edge of the narrow bed, my fingers tracing the rough seams of the thin blanket. I had been in this small, dimly lit room for a day now. The walls, adorned with faded, peeling wallpaper, seemed to close in on me, suffocating me with their silence. The only window offered a dismal view of the alley below, where shadows moved and whispered in the night. I replayed the events of the previous evening in my mind. After handing over the necklace Jasper had given me to Alice, I had hoped for a moment of rest. But I knew I hadn’t been subtle enough. The weight of my actions pressed down on my chest like a stone. It wasn’t long after the necklace exchange that Caden and Leila showed up. Their arrival had been swift and silent, their expressions a mix of cold determination and malice. I had tried to act nonchalant, but the flicker of recognition in their eyes told me they had seen through my facade. “You know you can’t keep running like this,” Caden had said softly, h
(Iris)I walked down the familiar path, the towering trees feeling like old friends. But this time, the path was crowded with hundreds of warriors, their footsteps creating a steady, rhythmic sound against the forest floor. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of pine mingling with sweat and metal. Despite the presence of the warriors, I felt a gnawing emptiness inside me. Naomi was still unreachable, and the uncertainty of her fate weighted heavily on my heart. As night fell, the camp was set up, and the warriors huddled around their fires, sharing stories and laughter that felt foreign to me in my current state of mine. I found Elias near a small fire, the flickering flames casting shadows on his face. I hesitated for a moment before approaching him, my heart pounding in my chest. “Elias,” I said softly, drawing his attention. He looked up, his expression unreadable. “Iris,” he replied, motioning for me to sit beside him. We sat in awkward silence for a few minute