Nobela ni Ama Feathers

She lay slumped on her childhood bed, staring emptily. The paper trembled faintly between her fingers. Elara read the notice again — line by line, as if the words might change if she just gave them enough chances.Evacuation effective immediately… breach of common order and dignity… relocation required for the preservation of order. Every sentence felt rinsed clean of sympathy.Her other hand found her neck — the bandage beneath her collarbone still rough against her skin. The bruise pulsed faintly under her touch. Luna Selene had done a number on, though she knew her neck would have snapped if she were holding back.Behind her, Sally rose, brittle with disbelief. “This is absurd. How could they— how could she—I mean, I get it that she felt slighted, but isn't it too much?”Lily smacked her forehead like she couldn't make sense of the situation, “The Luna is supposed to protect us. We are a part of a pack, for God's sake!”"Exile for a year? Even adulterers get less around here!""Ex

With all the glass containers in the wide space, Luna Selene's walk-in closet could pass for a private gallery. Duskbane Estate itself was a collector's heaven, but this chamber felt curated to seduce the eye. Every wall was lined with velvet panels, gilded drawers, and glass domes housing pieces seen in magazines, auctioned at ridiculous prices.It was beauty displayed like power — and Luna Selene possessed both in excess. Sitting before a golden vanity, in her slate-gray evening gown, she seemed to be asserting the fact. She lifted a pair of earrings — platinum vines with teardrop rubies — and tilted her head as she fastened one, her eyes in a trance of her own reflection as her finger traced her neck, descending to her bare shoulder in awe.Behind her, Elara lingered in the doorway, her mind still warring over whether what she saw yesterday was a dream or something her dazed mind made up.“Come here.” Elara startled at the whisper.Luna’s aquamarine eyes met hers in the mirror, s

Elara nearly tripped down the stairs, arms straining around the heavy bag.“Elle, slow down—” Sally tried, hurrying after her.But Elara wasn’t slowing even as she was out of breath, stumbling into the front yard, dragging the bag across the gravel.Hauling it up with a desperate grunt and she heaved it into the back of Sally’s jeep. The slam of the trunk echoed sharply in the quiet morning air.“Elle—”“No! I have to go!” Her voice splintered mid-sentence, breath hitching. “I would be long gone if you hadn't wasted my time on breakfast! I can’t stay here, Sal. Don’t you get it? I have to—”She broke off, clutching her own hair.“Elara, breathe,” Sally whispered, gently reaching for her wrist. “You’re not making sense. Time for breakfast is never time wasted. Besides, we need to make a strict appeal with a strong stance right now. We are suing him, we need to make sure they understand we are not backing down! You didn't do anything wrong, he did—”"No, no, Sally! I don't want to! I ju

He’s here. He’s come to finish it!“Elara!”Her head snapped up at Sally’s voice. The room spun as strong, cold fingers gripped her shoulders, shaking her back into focus.“What—” Elara croaked, blinking through her daze. “You were… at the door?”“Yes, what’s wrong with you? You weren’t answering the door! Then the balcony—” Sally lifted the broken lock guiltily. “I’m sorry, I panicked. I thought—” She stopped, eyes sweeping over Elara’s pale face, her shaking frame. “Elle… are you okay? Did you… Did you do something to yourself?”“What? No!”But Sally’s frown deepened. “You scared the life out of me. You weren’t answering your phone all night, then Lily told me you were here. I was pounding and pounding on the door, and when you didn’t answer—I thought—” Her voice softened, cracking. “Don’t you ever do that to me again. Not after what that bastard, Luke, did to you.”Elara’s lips parted, but the truth stuck like a blade in her throat.Sally hugged her suddenly, fierce and desperate.

Would you believe me if I told you monsters hid in plain sight?Elara jolted awake, lungs dragging air in ragged gasps. The scratchy blanket clung damply against her skin. For a heartbeat, she didn’t move, only clutched at her chest, her body shaking.Her gaze darted down. She was in one piece. Her arms, her legs—whole. No blood. No torn flesh. But then the vivid memories of every detail of that lycan leaning close assaulted her.Her stomach flipped.Despite being bloodbound to a lycan pack, this was her first time seeing one this close. That creature—God!A snarl stretched over elongated jaws, lips split too wide, revealing teeth too long, fangs still dripping with warm blood. Its skin seemed too tight over its bones, ridged where it shouldn’t be, shadows clinging like they were part of it. And the eyes—those unnatural grey eyes—inhuman and yet familiar. They’d pinned her like prey, like a cat savoring a mouse before breaking it.“No…” she croaked, pushing up so fast she nearly trip

She woke up tired, unaware when she had come to bed. She wordlessly prayed that yesterday was just a nightmare.The sting on her skin and the ringing phone beside her head told her it wasn't. Her eyes ached, every limb felt like heavy, as if exhaustion had settled into her bones.Her phone rang again and again.After a while, the door banged... till it stopped.Then it banged several times throughout the day. Sally and Lily shouted and threatened at the door. Their noise would wake her up, grating into her head till she would drift again. When it all fell silent, she woke up again feeling drained.Then stared blankly at the ceiling she had seen all her life. A tear slipped and disappeared in her hair, paving the way for several more. Her chest felt like it had splintered.The whole pack would be talking about it in hushed whispers. The humans would be clicking their tongues, lycans scoffing. She felt like she was naked for all to see.Tears gushed out, but she wiped them angrily, pr