Adrian never pushed me to speak. He seemed to understand my struggle, the silent battle I fought every day. His presence was a comfort, his touch a reassurance that I wasn't alone in this. Yet, the frustration of not being able to communicate gnawed at me, a constant reminder of how broken I had bec

Adrian Blackthrone. “What is it?” I asked. “There’s been movement on the outskirts of our territory,” he said. “We’ve picked up traces of unfamiliar scents, and it seems they’re probing our defenses.”A surge of anger flared within me. The thought of any threat nearing our pack, especially with M

Adrian Blackthrone After my conversation with Sullivan, I headed back to my room. The weight of our discussion still hung heavy in my mind, but I knew I had to keep moving forward. As I approached my door, I noticed it was slightly ajar. Quietly, I pushed it open and saw Morana, Ava, and Hazel insi

Adrian Blackthrone. I was in my room, the dim light casting long shadows on the walls, deep in thought about Adrian and his unwavering support since the day he rescued me from Elliot. The memory of that night still haunted me, but Adrian had been my anchor, helping me navigate through the aftermath

Hazel MooreI was in my room, the familiar walls closing in on me as memories of my brother and mother swirled in my mind. The weight of their absence pressed down on me, and tears flowed freely down my cheeks. The grief was relentless, an ache that never seemed dull.My mind drifted back to Ethan,