Nobela ni offonajite

Nothing screamed home more than the dark skies scattered with a glorious shimmer of stars. Dinner wouldn’t be ready for another hour, and while everyone was busy catching up, I quietly slipped out of the house. Just a few blocks away from the house was a small river where many young adults often hung around. I knew the route like the back of my hand, and luckily, it was empty.I kicked off my slippers and dipped my toes into the water to feel the temperature. Just as I wanted. Cold. That was all I needed to strip my clothes off and take a dip in, the chill biting into my skin. Kayla and i used to do this after school with friends, back before our normal lives fell apart. The unfortunate event happened, and we had to leave it all behind.The story of why we left the Dark Valley pack to live in the human world was one I hated revisiting. As someone who regards herself as an open book contrary to public opinion, I despised keeping secrets. Especially from my twin. Some might call it a

Witches were known for their twisted word plays. Fascinating, if you consider their position in the supernatural world and the brutal way their doom unfolded. Trusting a witch was the same as trusting a demon. They were known for making evil plots, manipulation, and destroying with their dark magic.Kayla and I left the fortune teller’s, or rather witch’s cabana, at lightning speed, not stopping until we reached the parking lot. It took a full minute for us to catch our breath.“Did that just happen?” Kayla asked, clutching her necklace. “Or was it my imagination?”“Nope. We definitely just met a witch. A dark witch, if you ask me.”“Our hearts are still intact. I doubt she was a dark witch,” Kayla argued. “Visions and prophecies were gifts of ancient witches.”The mere thought of being in the same room with an ancient witch made my stomach churn. The sinister glow in the woman’s eyes had etched itself into my mind. That brief encounter left a bitter taste in my mouth, like a warning

For someone who was raised in a pack of wolves, quitting has never been in my nature. It took a late puberty for me to finally shift into my wolf, and during that period, I worked tirelessly to keep up with my mates who already had a bond with their wolf. This mentality stuck with me and helped me settle faster into the human world than my twin, Kayla. Straight out of college, I was lucky to get a good job at the marketing agency where I had interned. To have the opportunity to do something I love, I felt truly blessed and stayed a loyal employee for over 5 years. Being part of a team and a company with a healthy work culture was not overemphasized enough. My job gave me comfort and stability. I loved my life in the human world. Until something shifted.Getting out of bed recently became a chore. My eyes rolled every time a Google Meet notification popped up for morning stand-ups, and I was so close to snapping at my coworkers. That wouldn’t exactly end well. My wolf was on the ed