Novel-novel oleh Morynth

Jessica turns to me with a relieved smile. “Auryn,” She approaches me, her steps brisk. “I rushed over as soon as I heard about your attack.” She pulls me in for a hug. I force a smile as she steps back, her eyes scanning my body. Then, she snaps her head in Killian's direction. “You shouldn't have let her out of your sight!” She snaps. He rubs the back of his neck, a sheepish smile on his face. “I didn't expect it—” She cuts him off with a raised finger, before turning to me again. “You should stay here in the meantime. I'm sure you must be confused by all that has happened tonight, but I'll explain everything to you tomorrow. Alright?” Her eyes flicks to my shoulder. “Although the healer restored your shoulder and got rid of the marks, you still need to rest.” If kindness was a person, it'd be Jessica. But she's a Duskbane. For that reason, I can't trust her, nor Killian. And I absolutely can't stay with them. “I wouldn't want to interrupt you both. You've already helped me eno

I shut my eyes as the wolf opens his mouth, but the fangs don't come. Instead, I feel his weight lift off me as a howl of pain tears through the night. My eyes snap open and I jump to my feet immediately, sinking my teeth into my lips to numb the pain caused by my movement. “Took you long enough,” I hiss. I watch as he grabs the wolf—Liam—by the head and slams it into the ground. Before he can recover, the man slides down the alley, grinding Liam’s face against the pavement, then flings him backward, sending him crashing... right next to me. “What the fuck?!” Despite my words, I immediately drive the heel of my shoe into Liam's eye, channeling all my anger into my attack. I kick away quickly as his claws shoot toward me. The man is in front of Liam in an instant, a silver sword gleaming in his hand. “Pure wolf or not, this will do the trick.” A sword? Since when did he start using a sword? And… Why does his voice sound different? “Bastard. Don’t—” Liam’s words are cut off as the

“Be careful at night, Auryn. It's dangerous out here.” Mia's words ring in my ears, and I swallow, my body on high-alert, but I keep my pace steady, turning at the next corner I see. The moment I'm out of sight, I stop, press myself against the wall and wait. Seconds later, footsteps round the corner, and I strike, grabbing the stalker’s wrist and twisting it as I shove them against the wall. “It-It’s me.” The voice is familiar. I take a closer look and release my grip when I see it's Liam, but I don't drop my guard. He turns to face me, an embarrassed look on his face as he massages his arm. “You’re following me? What the hell?” He rubs his neck nervously. “I just… wanted to make sure you get home safe.” “Then you could have asked?” “You seem really strong. And since you refused Jessica's offer, I didn't think you'd see the need to have me accompany you,” He lowers his head. “I'm sorry.” He’s not wrong. If I get attacked, I'll probably be the one defending him. But most impor

My eyes scan the table. Jessica’s fork hovers over her plate. Mia freezes. Liam is silent, brows furrowed together in deep thought. Mark blinks like he forgot where he is. “What bodies?” All eyes fall on me. “Wait… you don't know about the bodies?” Mark blinks in surprise. All eyes fall on me. Before I can respond, David cuts in. “Three weeks in this town, and you haven't heard of the murders? Are you living under a rock?” He questions, a puzzling expression on his face. I shrug, forcing a smile. “I saw a headline or two, but it looked like a clickbait so I didn't pay attention.” Of course I know about the murders, but the local reports are so sketchy, and no one really talks about it because it's ‘bad luck’. Once they know you're aware, they zip up. Feigning cluelessness in front of teammates who seem to care about me, and love gossip might just be my best bet. Jessica gently places her fork on her plate, her expression shifting to serious and intense. “Valle Vitale was, lik

AURYNThere’s a wrong way to touch a woman.The drunk bastard finds out the hard way.One second, his hand is on Mia’s ass. The next, I’ve got his arm twisted behind his back, and a sharp kick to his leg sends him crashing to the ground. He’s howling, clutching his arm like it will start working again if he holds it tight enough. He stares up at me, now sober and stunned, like I haven't just done him a favour by teaching him some damn manners.Although I have a smug smile on my face, I promise I didn't mean to twist his hand that hard.Call it… training.Where I’m from, mercy is a myth. You strike first, then apologize never, and god help you if you ever forgot that because the reminder hurts. Still… I loved every brutal moment.Mia clutches my arm, eyes wide with shock and mouth agape. It's then I notice the stares trained on my back. I turn back to see my new coworkers frozen on the sidewalk, gawking like I just grew fangs.Sweat trickles down my back. I open my mouth to speak, but