Morana Ambrose. Looking at the video, I felt my blood run cold. My heart pounded rapidly, fear and dread echoing in my chest. The image on the screen—the image of me stabbing Charlotte—was a ghost from my nightmares brought to life. I never thought that horror would resurface, and certainly not lik

Hazel Moore.Days are blending together like a blur. I'm sitting in my room when a maid calls me for dinner, her voice a distant echo through the hollow silence that surrounds me. Morana has been officially titled as the Luna of the pack, and she's back to herself. I should be happy for her, and I a

Morana Ambrose. Things were slowly getting better. I never received any more videos of anything from the number after that video. Adrian told me that he ordered Derek to track the number and find out who it is but they learned that the number didn’t exist and it seemed like the message came from ou

Adrian Blackthrone. After dinner, the romantic atmosphere lingered as we made our way back to the room. The evening had been perfect, but the unspoken desire between us had been building steadily. As soon as the door closed behind us, I couldn't hold back any longer.We moved toward each other with

Morana AmbroseI was still sleeping when Hazel came knocking on my door."Morana? Are you awake? Adrian wants you to come to breakfast." I groaned as I opened my eyes. Every inch of my body ached—not all unpleasant, but a lot of it. There was an ache deep in my core that caused a flutter in my stoma