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Anabelle Mixon — The True CulpritI still couldn’t believe what I had just heard.My fingers were raw from biting my nails, but I couldn’t stop.That woman… that filthy, useless servant… was of pure blood?No.It couldn’t be. It was impossible.It was an outrage. A direct insult to my very existence.And now she was in prison, rotting in that disgusting cell after seducing the Supreme Alpha with that body of hers — that stray wolf, that carrion hunter...She had to be insane.How dare she get close to *my* Matthew.Mine.Everyone knew it since I was a little girl. Since I learned to walk—no, before that—since I understood what “promised” meant, that title was mine.Matthew was mine. That’s what everyone said. The future mine. The throne was mine.But now…Now some bastard girl was in my way.I stood up so abruptly that my chair nearly toppled over.“This is ridiculous!” I screamed, my voice shrill and cracking. “A damned wolf! That’s what she is! And you... You’re telling me she has p

Michelle Morripin — A New Feeling: HopeThe moment I saw the silhouette of the guard approaching the cell, my body froze.Heavy footsteps.The silence between each one.The metallic clink of his armor shifting with every move.I didn’t need much more to understand.It was over.He had heard everything — the conversation, my real identity, the confession.There was nowhere left to run. No disguise. No lie that could save me now.I instinctively backed away, heart racing, fingers gripping what little was left of my clothes as I shrank into the farthest corner of the cell.For a moment, all I could think was, “Is this how it ends?”Roland moved first.“Stay back!” he shouted, throwing his arm in front of me like his body could somehow shield me from a wolf like that.But that soldier… he wasn’t just any guard. I knew him.Those sharp eyes, that worn yet resolute expression… It was him.The same man I’d seen in Marilyn’s village. The one who looked at me like he knew more than he let on.

Edward Wood — The Hidden TruthThe horse nearly collapsed the moment we passed through the palace gates. Its breathing was ragged, muscles trembling—and honestly, I wasn’t doing much better.We hadn’t stopped once since leaving the last village. I knew there was no time to waste. What I had uncovered… it would change everything. And if I were too late, it might cost us all.As soon as the hooves hit the inner courtyard, I could smell it—tension thick in the air. Cold. Dangerous.Something had happened.I jumped off the horse, my muscles aching in protest. My eyes scanned every corner—guards moving fast, formations tighter than usual, and a few soldiers I didn’t even recognize. But the shields… the Zamora crest was everywhere.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath.What the hell were they doing at the palace?I strode across the stone path toward the main entrance, nearly tripping over myself. The servants avoided my gaze, eyes wide, like they were afraid to speak. And then, just ahead

Alesha Stokes — The Painful TruthWhen I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was the biting cold. But it wasn’t the chill of the forest. I was no longer surrounded by that pristine white, stained with snow and blood. Around me were stones, darkness, and the stench of mold and dampness. I had no idea where I was—but I was certain I had died. I was sure it was over that my body had finally given up the fight.But then I heard something.A soft breath. The rustle of fabric. And slowly, my eyes adjusted to the dim light. The pain was like blades lodged between my bones, but I forced myself upright, using my hands for support. When I looked around, I realized the worst.I was in a cell.Alone.Locked up like an animal.My legs gave out, and I dropped to my knees. Every part of me burned. Open wounds. Fresh scars. I felt my hair brushing against my shoulders, and when I reached for it, I realized... it had returned to its natural color.No more disguise.Shit...They knew.I wasn’t Alesh

Glen J. Baker — All or NothingThe room finally fell silent. The weight of the words spoken during the meeting still lingered, echoing in the air like a storm that refused to pass. One by one, the council members left their seats—some muttering quietly to each other, others wearing grim, tense expressions.I remained seated, watching each of them walk out, calculating my next move. They had all become nothing more than pieces on a board I had spent years arranging.Once the last one stepped out, I gave a subtle nod to the soldiers standing guard at the entrance.“Leave me. No one comes in unless I say so.”They nodded silently and shut the door behind them.The silence that followed was welcome. I stood slowly, feeling the weight of time—and my choices—settle onto my shoulders. With deliberate steps, I crossed to the other end of the room, carrying the bundle of correspondence I’d received. I sifted through the stack carefully, studying each envelope before tucking them into the drawe

Glen J. Baker — Let the Hunt BeginThe council chamber was dead silent when I walked in. Every step I took echoed in the tense stillness, accompanied by wary, suspicious glances. They could sense something was off. It hung in the air—like the scent of final decisions. Of blood, maybe.My eyes scanned the room, noting who had shown up. Most had come, despite the abrupt summons. A few seats remained empty—not surprising. Cowards always hesitate at the last minute.I made my way to the head of the long, dark oak table—my seat. I sat without a word, taking in every face before me. Old men. Some I’d known since my youth. Others were younger, still unaware of how far I was willing to go.Silence lingered for several heavy seconds, broken only by a light knock at the door. One of the guards stepped in briskly, carrying a stack of papers and sealed scrolls.“Correspondence, sir,” he said, handing them to me with both hands.I took them and began sorting through the pile, only half-focused. Mo