CHAPTER 25: Tears and Regret Hana felt like time completely stopped after Mia died; it has been a week without Mia already but she still acts as if there is nothing else to do but sit in silence remembering her friend had passed away. The walls that used to be her luxurious prison now close in around her suffocating with the weight of guilt and regret. It was as if each day bled into the next – an endless loop of sorrow from which she could not escape. Her bed was both comforter and torturer; the sheets were tangled together because of restless sleepless nights while pillows were soaked in tears without end.Every morning, one of the maids would bring food to Hana’s small table near the bed. Yet it repulsed her whenever she saw it. Eating seemed to mock her somehow just like if somebody brings fish while you are still hungry after your family has eaten all its food – as if by doing so, they should imply that their life could go on despite Mia being gone. She hardly touched any me
CHAPTER 26: Unbearable Grief The room was silent and motionless, the meal unaltered. Hana stayed still and couldn’t think about anything else apart from the burden of grief that was unbearable. She had become a prisoner to her own creation, unable to break free from the cage of sadness and shame.If only she could turn back time, and undo the terrible mistake she had made. But no way was that possible. All that remained was living with its aftermath no matter how painful it was for her.So she lay there shedding tears freely as if they were just water running down her face while holding so tightly to the weight of everything she had done. It was indeed a great error on her part hence consequences followed in the form of hardships faced thereafter by Hana. But there’s always a limit when it comes to suffering – this sort of feeling made life unbearable at times including right now when there was uncertainty about how much longer such a state could persistThe days blurred together ju
CHAPTER 27 : Emotional Distance With her gaze glued to the elaborate designs woven into the carpet underfoot, Hana stood at the edge of the bed. The beautiful glimmer of the moon peeking through the drapes formed lengthy shadows that danced across the walls, filling the room with a dull light. Behind her, she could hear Jarrel moving, the sound of linen rustling as he undressed, and the soft creak of the bed as he took a seat. But she stood there, expressionless, her thoughts safely tucked away behind a solid wall she had built around herself.In the days that followed Mia's passing, she discovered that she could no longer afford to show her feelings by showing them off. In order to endure here, in this life, she needed to become someone else—someone untouchable, someone who could endure the pain without flinching. She had built an emotional barrier around herself, a fortress that kept Jarrel at bay, even as he believed he was breaking her down."Hana," Jarrel's voice called out to
CHAPTER 28: Seahowl packHana stood outside Jarrel’s study, her body tense as she tried to quiet her breath. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. Jarrel's deep voice echoed through the door as she was heading down the corridor, and there was something about his tone that stopped her in her tracks. His words carried a weight she had never experienced before, a seriousness that made her skin tingle.She held her breath, listening intently.“I’ve been through every drawer, every hidden compartment, and still nothing,” Jarrel muttered, frustration lacing his words.Magnus’s voice was quieter, more thoughtful. “But the documents from Moonlight pack—they’re our only lead. Those papers were worth the bloodshed, Jarrel. We just haven’t found the right key yet.”Hana’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Moonlight Pack. She knew little about its history, only that it had been invaded two years ago, right around the time Jarrel had taken power. The remnants of the pack had been absorbed into Sea
CHAPTER 29 : Silent Longing Hana’s heart raced as she sifted through the final drawer in Jarrel’s study, her hands trembling slightly. Nothing. Almost one hour had passed and still, there was no hint of Jarrel’s maps or documents; she could feel herself panting in this room filled up with too much leather and little air so that she couldn’t hardly breathe. Her heart raced as the sound of a ticking clock kept on nagging at her mind reminding her this was an instance too lateHearing creaking sounds behind her made her stop still“Wonder what my mate is doing in my study behind my back,” said Jarrel’s deep clear voice cutting through the current air as if it were one sharp bladeHana turned slowly towards him, her heartbeat quickening but unable to find words to make sense of what was going on in his curious yet amusing eyes though they seemed to hide something dark inside them. Leaning against the doorframe he crossed his hands over his arms which were really broad while looking at
Chapter 30: Conflicted HeartsHana’s mind was a storm of confusion. Every thought seemed to collide with another, creating a maelstrom of emotion she couldn’t control. Jarrel had been too nice to her, almost too kind. His gentle touch left her heart racing whenever he was near, and yet she couldn’t reconcile this tenderness with the cruelty she had witnessed from him before.She sat by the window, staring out at the pack grounds. The scene before her was peaceful—the wolves milling about, tending to their daily routines, oblivious to the turmoil that gripped her heart. The sunlight kissed the earth gently, much like how her life once was—before the invasion.She touched the wooden wolf pendant around her neck, tracing the familiar shape with her fingers. The realization that Jarrel had a matching one haunted her. It was undeniable now; they had known each other when they were young. But why? What had happened between them? Why had their paths diverged so drastically?In the fra
Chapter 31: Hana TremblesEvery time she closed her eyes, images of the past would surge up to meet her—her pack, her family, and Mia, who had been like a sister to her.Tonight, though, sleep came without her consent. The tiredness eventually caught her, and her mind’s darkness began to swallow her whole.In this dense and misty wood, she was standing with trees rising above her like ghosts in the dim moonlight. The air was damp and chilly as she twirled around aimlessly, trying to comprehend her surroundings. The woods appeared known yet unfamiliar; they belonged to a past that no longer existed in her memory.It still made a shiver run through but softly spoke on air. She turned with quickened breath, panic narrowing around her throat."Mia?"A figure stepped out of the mist, her form translucent and shimmering, like a ghost caught between realms. It was Mia, her face serene but her eyes filled with a sorrow that Hana could feel deep within her chest."Mia, is that you?" Hana's vo
Chapter 32: The Gathering StormThe wind whispered through the trees as dawn’s first light began to creep across the pack grounds, casting long shadows on the earth below. Hana stood at the edge of the forest, her eyes scanning the horizon. The morning was quiet, too quiet, as if the world itself held its breath in anticipation of something dark and terrible. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the chill in the air seep into her bones. It wasn’t the cold that made her shiver, though; it was the uncertainty gnawing at her heart. The conversation with Mia’s ghost haunted her, the words echoing in her mind, refusing to let go. The heavy pendant around her neck was a constant reminder of the choices she faced, the weight of a past she couldn’t fully recall pulling her in one direction while the unknown future tugged her in another. Behind her, the forest was alive with the sounds of waking life. Birds sang softly from their perches, unaware of the turmoil brewing within Hana. S