Novels by Stephanie

Michael and I decided to go back home. We had applied for an apartment close to the campus, but we were yet to receive any feedback. This was to ensure we could carry out our investigations easily, without raising any suspicions.As we crossed the barrier, we noticed some members of the pack silently discussing something. With our wolf senses, it wasn’t hard to eavesdrop.From what little I heard, there had been an attack earlier.I got home alongside Michael. On stepping in, I noticed my father seated in front of the elders, deep in discussion. I watched as they adjourned the meeting.I was deeply curious about what was going on. Michael had already speculated that it was an attack from another pack. I, on the other hand, had no clue.We watched as my father stepped out, his expression one I was unable to decipher. He stared at me with exhaustion in his eyes.I couldn’t help but ask, “Dad, what’s going on?” I said quietly as I watched his reaction.Something shifted in his demeanor a

“That was where your mother studied,” he continued quietly. “Before she became Luna. Before everything.”I could feel the weight of emotion the words carried, even though I already knew this from the investigations Michael and I had carried out after finding the article. Hearing it from my father’s mouth only made the situation more real.“She never spoke much about it,” he added, “only that it shaped her.”Michael looked at me quietly, and I knew we both felt the same thing. This was confirmation.“You’ve been planning this,” my father said, looking at us, but his gaze lingered on me.I didn’t deny it.My father let out a sigh. “I won’t stop you. I know how hard you’ve been training, and how strong you are now.”As he said this, he turned and slowly walked away. Then he paused.With a firm tone laced with worry, he added, “Please stay safe. The human realm can be tricky.”I turned to Michael, and we silently accepted our fate. We both knew that once we went down that path, there woul

Elena’s POV“Greyhound University,” I said one more time, rolling the name around in my head as I tried to remember where I had heard it before.Michael was standing beside me, watching my expression closely as I stared at the paper in my hands. The silence between us felt heavy, filled with years of searching and unanswered questions.Then it clicked.Greyhound University was a popular university in the human realm. It was known for its prestige and high academic standards, which explained its low acceptance rate. The name alone carried weight. That realization sent a strange chill down my spine.But the name was not the only thing that caught my attention.The paper I held, the same paper Michael and I had scrutinized over and over again, looked like it had been torn out of an old article. The edges were rough and yellowed with age, and the print was slightly faded, as though it had survived decades of neglect. Judging by its condition, it was probably fifty to sixty years old.The

Elena’s POVWeeks passed after my mother died, but the pain never really left. If anything, it grew heavier with time, settling into my chest like a weight I could never shake. I became colder and more distant to everyone around me, shutting myself off from the world bit by bit, except for one person.Michael.He stayed by my side quietly, never forcing words where they were not needed. He knew that behind my cold eyes were sadness and grief that refused to ease. He knew how much I cried when no one was around. He knew about the nightmares that woke me up in the middle of the night, leaving me gasping for air and clutching my chest as though my heart might tear itself apart.Sometimes, I wondered how much pain a heart could hold before it finally gave in.Michael was the only one who knew, because I began to withdraw from everyone else. Walls rose around me, brick by brick, and he was the only one I allowed inside.He slept over most of the time, hoping his presence would help me some

Elena’s POV“Don’t ask questions.”My father did not raise his voice. My father's voice was low, tight in a way I had never heard before.“Dad, what's going on?” I asked with worry.“Not now.” He did not even spare a glance at me, he grabbed my little arm and began to move at a very fast pace. His grip tightened around my wrist. “Just keep moving.”The streets blurred past us. People stepped aside when they saw him, their expressions shifting from confusion to alarm. Whispers followed.“You’re hurting me,” I said, my voice trembling in fear.He slowed only enough to look down at me. The fear in his eyes stole the rest of my words. He immediately loosened his grip in realization.“You stay beside me,” he said quietly.Michael kept pace on my other side, silent, his jaw clenched.I couldn’t help but ask “Dad is someone hurt?”“Yes,” my father answered after a brief pause.A bitter feeling filled my heart. “Who?”“The clinic is close,” he said instead.The scent of blood hit me before I