[--Esmarie Cruz--]There’s a certain beauty to camping that I never quite understood. I always thought of camping as this uncomfortable, messy affair where people willingly threw themselves into the wilderness, far from the comforts of home. The idea of sleeping in a tent, with only thin fabric separating me from the unknown creatures lurking in the dark, seemed more like a nightmare than a peaceful retreat. I had never once considered doing it myself. The outdoors held no appeal for me—no cozy bed, no electricity, no running water, no security. Just the vast openness of nature and all its unpredictability where someone can stalk, chase, hunt, and kill you without anyone knowing a damn thing.That’s why, when Kaiser mentioned we’d be camping, I felt a pang of anxiety clawing at my chest. I tried not to show it because I trusted him and didn’t want to ruin his excitement, but inside, I was already mentally preparing for the worst. What if it rained? What if the tent didn’t hold up? Wha
[--Kaiser Volkov--]She’s happy. Truly happy, and it shows in every little detail—the brightness of her face, the sparkle in her eyes, the way her laughter seems lighter than usual. It’s like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders, one I’ve seen her carry for far too long. Watching her like this, standing under the wide open sky with the stars beginning to twinkle above, I feel a surge of warmth in my chest. There’s something so pure about seeing someone you care about rediscover a moment of joy, especially when you know what they’ve been through.She’s really beautiful when she smiles. A deep voice says in my head. I shake it off. Sometimes the beast within can speak to you.... unless that’s just me. But I’ve been able to hear my wolf. It’s interesting. He rarely speaks. He translates through his pheromones and more.I finish setting up the tent, making sure it's secure and comfortable. I take extra care with the sleeping bags, tucking them in just right, ensuring the space feels
[--Esmarie Cruz--]“Kaiser!” A female called from across the park. Kaiser and I both looked in that direction and he cursed.“Who is that?” I inquired as I eyed up the girl with dirty blonde colored hair and low jeans hanging onto her hips. A very slim waist, a crop top showing off her stomach piercing, and what seems to be a tattoo leading into her pants. Her eyes are a sharp color, from here I can’t tell what they are. People in the pack only glance at us, their eyes narrow at me with curiosity and suddenly I feel like I’m being judged.I remember that Kaiser sleeps around, do they think I’m one of the many notches on his bedpost?I hope to god that they don’t, but I try to keep my panic at bay. Focusing on one thing at a time. And at the moment, I am focused on the girl as she gets closer. Kaiser finally answered my question.“That is Sam.” the girl who called the house? His hook-up buddy?My lips suddenly tingle as I remember that he’d kissed me on the couch. What has he done with
[--Kaiser Volkov--]The night started off well, and it ended roughly. It’s quiet in the tent. We called it in after two movies. The silence and tension were annoying to me. I’ve never been ashamed of my habits. I’ve been fine with what I do. I don’t really care about what people think. As long as they don’t know about my past, Sam went too far. It made Esmarie uncomfortable.I sighed. I can’t sleep. The sleeping back next to me moves, and I turn my head to one side to see Esmarie as she rolls over to look at me.“It’s weird right?”“Yeah.”“There are others like her?”I chuckle. “No, the others will pour a drink in my face, or warn you to stay away.”She raises her eyebrow in surprise. “I figured you were good in bed, maybe I was wrong.”I coughed. “It’s not about my bed skills- which by the way are amazing. They want commitment, or to fuck again and I don’t do either of those things.”She sat up quickly. “You don’t sleep with the same person twice.”“Yeah, at least not sober. But whe
[--Esmarie Cruz--]Camping was nice. Due to that, I felt more motivated to step out. Obviously, I went nowhere but the backyard but I could do it without Kaiser. It felt nice to walk around his house without fear in my throat. Making me feel like I can’t achieve anything. Fear is a strong killer, it’s the kind of pill that you can almost never recover from.But.... I got to learn certain things. So two days later when Martha invited me to join her at her bakery I actually said yes. Kaiser has been busy, I’m guessing he’s either working or trying to avoid me because I asked him to teach me about the pleasures of the body.Ugh, what an awkward night that was. I remember feeling his skin, scratchy, and torn. I never noticed how Kaiser wore more and more clothes with each passing year. The abuse was happening right under the noses of everyone. Well with how I was treated I know the pack doesn’t pay any attention.But that is not the topic for today. My focus is on trying to make sure I ke
[--Esmarie Cruz--]She ate really slowly and my eyes kept moving towards her form because it was strange. Then Martha came out with more pastries and we arranged them in their respective places. She told me she needed some more ingredients, she was out of eggs and flour. So I was asked to hold down the bakery while she drove to the nearest supermarket to get those things.The moment she left, something went crashing to the ground.“Server, come clean this shit up.” Aren't we too old for bullying? What is wrong with this girl?I glanced over the counter to see the mess, the good scones that someone nicer could have eaten, on the floor with the plate it had been on. I grabbed the broom, and dustpan then headed towards her table. Crouching, I swept the pieces of food and ceramics onto the dustpan.“Ouch!” I hissed as something dropped on my head. It turned out to be the cup of coffee but my mounds of hair prevented it from breaking on my head. The warm liquid pours over my face, and the
[--Kaiser Volkov--]Will doesn’t need me to overlook the gates, the men building the compound don’t need me breathing down their necks. So when Martha calls to tell me that her next-door neighbor needs someone to drive her to the hospital and asks if I can help her buy some eggs and flour since she can’t do it anymore, I obviously say yes.It’s also a chance to check on Esmarie who is working at the bakery for the first time. I buy the items, and head to the bakery. I hopped out, deciding to step in and see if I could get Esmarie to help me with the eggs because I had a lot of eggs. Instead, I find her passed out on the floor in vomit with no one in sight. I panic immediately but what gets to me the most is the sound of her twins crying.I had to make a choice so I grabbed her, taking her to Martha’s office which has a bathroom. The twins are set up in a nice crib there, they’re the first thing you see when you walk in. I took Esmarie to the bathroom, to wash her face and help her wak
[--Esmarie Cruz--]So we can all agree that yesterday was a heaping disaster. And I refuse to step foot out of this house ever again. Kaiser is acting weird, like a prowler. He seems to be everywhere, and he seems to suddenly be interested in my entire life. It’s weird. I swear he smells funny too. Sure, it’s only been one day, and even when I explained everything to him he looked so calm but I could smell the strong pheromones he was giving off. Like a deadly man.A man hungry for blood. It’s like another side of him was revealed. I think, and I know this might shock some people, but Kaiser might be mentally unstable. I finally got why he didn’t want me here. This careful playboy facade he has built is crumbling. And I take no blame. It’s not my fault he was friends with a psycho.Is that how people in love act? Fuck, I really hope that never turns out to be me. Mentally, I need to be hospitalized. Physically, I need to be restrained. Spiritually, I need to be prayed for. I don’t eve
[--Esmarie Cruz--]Kaiser didn’t return to the festival until four in the afternoon. For hours, I tried to push down the creeping worry that maybe he’d canceled our date without telling me. My phone buzzed earlier with a text saying he would be returning late, but even in those few words, I could sense something was off. He wasn’t the type to be vague or curt, especially with me. Still, I buried my concerns for the moment, focusing on the festival and, more importantly, on keeping Martha entertained. She was having the time of her life.The festival, however, wasn’t just filled with laughter and excitement today; a vigil had been scheduled, and I hadn’t known about it. It cast a bittersweet atmosphere over the event. Groups gathered, lighting candles and singing soft, mournful songs in memory of the wolves who had passed. Their harmonized voices drifted through the air like a gentle breeze, intertwining with the scent of flowers placed lovingly at memorials. It was beautiful in its ow
[--Kaiser Volkov--]“You know, I chose a bar to make you feel comfortable, right?” Elias’s voice carries over the gentle crash of waves and the chatter of people further down the beach. There about six of them far away from us, which gives us a sort of privacy to talk. He’s close enough now that the words are meant only for me.“I don’t drink that much anymore,” I say, watching the horizon instead of him.Elias scoffs, sharp and disbelieving. “Right. You’re going sober now?”A soft chuckle escapes me as I turn my attention to him. “I didn’t say that. I like drinking—I’m not giving it up. I just don’t drink every single day. I need to be sober for my festival.”That catches his attention. His eyes gleam with curiosity as he tilts his head, a practiced look of interest that makes my stomach tighten. “Right. That’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about.”I frown. “You wanted to talk to me about the Blue Moon Festival?”“Yes.” Elias hesitates, his lips pressing together like he
[--Kaiser Volkov--]I parked my car in the closest spot I could find, my mind focused on the promise of the beach. After a brief search, I’d located one just thirty minutes away from Mem. Stepping out of the car, I kicked off my shoes and let the soft, warm sand greet my bare feet. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled the air, their rhythmic roar blending with the gentle breeze, creating a calming symphony of nature.I thought about the face of the man I’d seen. Then I blew out a breath, the only thing I had left to tell Valeria is the abuse that happened at home. I think somewhere in my head there’s a quiet voice that reminds me that escaping hadn’t been easy since I was scared. I was trained to kill, trained to use my brain to pick out the best outcome of whatever orders I was given. But mentally I was weakened.Barry is.... a monster. There are criminals, and then there are monsters. My brother is a living example of that. But seeing that face reminds me of the
[--Kaiser Volkov--]I wanted to stop by the festival for something to eat, but after dealing with the corpses and checking on the compound I was building to make some adjustments, I ended up contacting Elias instead. He had asked if we could meet at a bar situated between our packs. It wasn’t close for either of us—our territories are quite far apart—but over the years, we’ve identified a few neutral places to meet when necessary. One of those locations is a small town, though not the same one we’d previously used for drinks. This one was new, unfamiliar.Elias mentioned he’d be coming alone, which struck me as odd. Did he think I’d assume otherwise? Of course, he’d come alone—this wasn’t a summit or a pack meeting. It was just the two of us. He wanted to talk to me, not Scott or Berney, which only deepened my curiosity about the nature of this conversation.On the drive there, my thoughts were interrupted by an unexpected call.“Alpha Kaiser Volkov speaking. State your name and purpo
[--Kaiser Volkov--]I left her at the booth with Martha, as per usual, trusting the familiarity of their arrangement. Esmarie always enjoyed spending time with Martha at the festival, and the kids loved the bright colors and cheerful energy of the place. With the twins settled in and the day off to a smooth start, I excused myself, kissed Esmarie on the cheek- making her face turn red as she hadn’t been expecting me to do that, and made my way to the car. The hum of the festival grew softer as I drove away, heading toward the western gates.The wall came into view before long, towering and formidable against the landscape. Stretching as far as the eye could see, the wall surrounded the entire pack like a protective cocoon, standing as a testament to our resilience and determination to preserve peace. It hadn’t been an easy project. Three years of planning, construction, setbacks, and countless hours of labor had gone into it. But now, looking at its solid structure and the sense of se
[--Kaiser Volkov--]Esmarie woke up a few minutes after I had been silently watching her. The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over her face. Her eyes fluttered open, their deep hazel hue catching the sunlight in a way that made my breath hitch. I couldn’t help but smile as she stirred, her hair slightly tousled from sleep. She noticed me watching and blushed faintly, the kind of blush that warmed her cheeks and made my heart feel light.“Good morning,” I said softly.She returned my smile shyly, brushing strands of hair away from her face. Without a word, she slipped off of me, her movements careful and deliberate as if she didn’t want to disturb the serenity of the morning. Esmarie headed towards the nursery room next to her bedroom to check on her twins, her motherly instinct kicking in before anything else. I lingered for a moment, savoring the tranquility of the moment, then rose to begin my day.One day I would love for her to be sharing my
[--Kaiser Volkov--]I'm not entirely sure when Esmarie and I rounded off our conversation and made our way back into the house, but we did. It felt like one of those surreal moments where the world fades into the background, and for once, everything just clicks. I couldn’t stop replaying her words in my head, letting them wash over me like a balm to wounds I didn’t even realize were still open. The thought of being allowed to have a relationship with her—being given that chance—made something in my chest tighten in a way I wasn’t used to.It was all part of my grand scheme to seduce her, and it worked out well.Tch. Part of me wanted to punch the air, another part wanted to groan because I could practically hear my wolf laughing at me. There wasn’t some master plan to seduce her. I hadn’t been sitting around with a blueprint labeled Operation Win Esmarie’s Heart—but here I was, somehow making progress despite myself. Despite the universe actively choosing to expose all of my darkest
[--Esmarie Cruz--]After the festivities of the evening, watching the vibrant fireworks and basking under the serene glow of the blue moon, Kaiser drove us back home. The ride was a quiet one, the kind of silence that feels natural after a long and eventful day. I felt a sense of peace, mixed with exhaustion and a tinge of happiness. The twins were snug in their car seats, their soft breaths barely audible but enough to remind me of their comforting presence. Kaiser seemed at ease as he drove, his usual stern features softened by what I could only describe as contentment.There wasn’t much to say between us, and the silence stretched comfortably. I found myself lost in the hum of the car’s engine, my thoughts wandering back to the festival. The glow of the moon, the music, the laughter of the crowd—all of it replayed in my mind like a pleasant daydream. Every now and then, I would glance at Kaiser, trying to decipher his thoughts, but his focus remained on the road, his expression unr
[--Esmarie Cruz--]I sat at Martha's booth, working alongside her and spending the majority of the day helping to feed people. It wasn’t something I had expected to enjoy, but as the hours went by, I found myself actually looking forward to it. The rhythm of chopping, stirring, and serving felt comforting in a way I hadn't anticipated. The people who stopped by were all so kind, and their smiles after tasting the food made it all the more rewarding. Each compliment was like a small victory, and by the time the afternoon began to fade, I was proud of what we had accomplished. The booth was buzzing with energy, the air filled with the mingling scents of freshly cooked dishes. But underneath the pleasant hum of conversation and laughter, there was an underlying current of nervous excitement in me. The twilight ceremony was only a few hours away.I was both nervous and excited. It was my first time experiencing the twilight ceremony. The anticipation, the magic of it all, stirred somethin