“Have you spoken with her yet?”“Who… Demi? No not yet. I wanted to call, but I had a change of heart. I will go see her instead. Today’s my off.” She runs through so many lines in a split second, sounded anxious, talking while stuffing food in her mouth, which could only mean one thing. She’s trying to hide how confused she feels about the whole situation.Mrs. Robinson gave a sigh… a sigh that connotes the I-was-once-like-you-so-I-understand-your-plight message.“So where were you… where did you go?” Gabrielle quizzes assertively.“Was out dealing with my shit,” She retorted indifferently.“If you knew you would go frolicking around with whomever while the party was on, why did you bring your human friend to the party and left her unprotected? What is wrong with you?” She spits out fire, now with that expression that says Now-I’m-talking -to-you-as-your-older-sister.“I just said I was out taking care of my shit. You never did experienced Haze as an eighteen-year-old virgin, so I do
Selena approaches the weathered door of Demika's house, her heartbeat quickening with every step. The events of the previous night still gnaws at her, a relentless reminder of her failure. She hesitates for a moment before knocking, a silent prayer on her lips. When the door creaked open, she is met not by her friend, but by Granny Minama, the venerable matriarch among the remaining African-Americans left in Clovis City. Her eyes holds secrets as deep as the forest that surrounds the entire Laketown."Selena, dear," Granny Minama greets with a warm, shrewd smile, her voice laced with the wisdom of countless lifetimes. "Come in, dear. Demika is upstairs, but she hasn’t been herself since last night."Selena steps into the sitting room, the air thick with the scent of dried herbs and the crackling energy of ancient magic. She is almost paralyzed by the scent of mistletoe, a natural herb that is most poisonous to werewolves.Even though Grandma Minama had hurriedly put them away, she sti
Her telepathic prowess kicks in, and she instantaneously sees her friends in the woods lying in Alpha Wilson’s hand on the floor covered with dirt and dry leaves… only in a split second though.“You had sex with Alpha Wilson,” she blurts out even before she realizes it.Flummoxingly, Selena asks “Wait, how… how did you know?”“That’s the fucking privilege that comes with being a telepathic bitch, Bitch!” she chuckles, and both teenage girls laugh out loud mischievously. “C’mon babe, give me the deets…”“But I thought you’re omniscient.” Selena mocks her“Naaaah, my prowess ain’t got there yet.”******************************Everybody is born to lead, but not everyone can be a leader… However, anyone who wishes to be a leader must first learn to follow; a great follower makes for a greater leader. Proving to be authoritarian because you’ve got authority, or a totalitarian because you’ve got power, doesn’t make you a good leader, talk more of being a great one. Remember, that authority
Selena leaves Demika’s house, the weight of her emotions pressing heavily on her chest as she strides down the path toward the pack house. The sky is overcast, a low rumble of thunder in the distance hinting at the brewing storm—a reflection of the turmoil inside her. Her steps are purposeful, each one fueled by the anger and frustration that has been simmering since she found out about the attack on Demika.As she approaches the pack house, the grand structure looms before her, its imposing presence only heightening the tension that coils within her.Her mind races with thoughts of Demika—her best friend, almost killed because of a failure in the pack's security, or so she thought. The fact that an omega from the Aramanthian Pack had been able to infiltrate their territory without detection infuriates her. More than that, it terrifies her. If the pack can’t even protect its own, what hope do they have against their enemies? She knows she has to confront Wilson, the Alpha, and demand
Wilson’s eyes flash with anger, and in an instant, he closes the distance between them, his hand gripping her arm tightly. “Enough,” he snarls, his voice low and dangerous. “You will not speak to me like that.”Selena’s breath catches in her throat, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down her spine. But she refuses to back down, refuses to let him intimidate her. “Let go of me, Wilson,” she demands, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance.For a moment, it seems as though Wilson might actually hurt her, his grip tightening on her arm. But then, just as suddenly, he releases her, his expression unreadable. He takes a step back, his breathing heavy, as if trying to regain control.“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Selena,” Wilson says, his voice calmer now, though still laced with anger. “You have no idea what it takes to be an Alpha… to be the Alpha, to bear the weight of responsibility for this pack. I won’t have you questioning my leadership, little
The evening air hums with tension as the grand hall of the Pack House fills with a motley assembly of Clovis City’s most powerful. The gathering is a spectacle of power and intrigue, where alliances are as fragile as glass and secrets hang in the air like unspoken curses. The room is dominated by the presence of Alpha Wilson, his authority palpable, as the leaders of various packs, district heads, and even a few distinguished humans convene under his command.Selena together with the cowering Demika—gradually growing confident, especially with her new-found mojo, and a willful she-wolf by her side—strides into the hall, her heart pounding like a drumbeat. The weight of her purpose is heavy on her shoulders. She’s not here to cower in the presence of Alphas; she’s here to make sure her best friend gets the justice she deserves.Her eyes scan the room, noting the stern faces of the council members—22 Alphas in all—each with their own agendas hidden behind stoic expressions.At the far e
Without thinking, Selena steps forward. “This isn’t right,” she says, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. “You’re letting the real culprit go free.”A shocked silence falls over the room. All eyes are on Selena, but she doesn’t care. She’s past the point of caution.Wilson’s eyes narrow dangerously, and when he speaks, his voice is a low growl. “Careful, Selena. You’re treading on dangerous ground.”Selena’s pulse quickens, but she stands her ground. “I’m not afraid of you, Wilson. You can’t silence the truth.”Wilson takes a step toward her, his presence overwhelming. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn’t a game, and your accusations are baseless.”Selena’s hands clench into fists at her sides. “You know Charmaine is involved. You’re protecting her because of some twisted alliance, and it’s wrong.”The air in the room crackles with tension, and for a moment, it seems as if Wilson might lose control. But then, to Selena’s surprise, he takes a deep breath an
Selena’s mind is a whirlwind of emotions, but one thing is clear—she’s in way over her head. This isn’t just about Demika or Charmaine anymore. This is about her, about them, and the dangerous path they’re both treading.“Wilson…” she starts, but he cuts her off with another kiss, more urgent this time, as if he’s trying to drown out the doubts in her mind.She responds in kind, her hands tangling in his hair as she gives in to the emotions she’s been fighting for so long. This is madness, but it’s a madness that consumes her, that pulls her under until she’s drowning in it.When they break apart again, Wilson’s expression is fierce, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that makes her knees weak.“You belong to me, Selena,” he says, his voice rough with emotion. “Whether you want to admit it or not, you’re mine.”His words send a thrill through her, a heady mix of fear and exhilaration. She knows she should push him away, should fight the pull he has on her, but she can’t. She do