MasukRiven.“No, no, no, no… that’s not what I mean, I—” she started, wanting to defend herself, but I cut her off.“You know what? I really thought that you were smart. But now I know better.”“Riven,” she called, bringing her hand to my face, trying to cup my cheek. I stepped away, my fingers balled into a fist.“Leave,” I commanded in a low tone.Her eye widened. “What? You're asking me to leave your suite?”“Lara, I said leave,” I gritted.“Riven, I… it’s not… I—”“Fucking leave my suite now!” I barked, a loud voice that echoed through the walls, pointing at the door.I felt her shiver.“Riven!” she called, her voice squeaky, eyes already watered.But I didn’t give a fuck!“Now!” I ordered.She turned around instantly, picking her bag from the couch, and she moved to the door. She took one last glance before closing it.What the hell.How could one be so selfish?I thought as much. Most times, I wondered if she actually knew I was given a quest. Little did I know that she knew everythi
Riven.I knew she had been calling for a while, but I wasn't ready for any of those calls. I saw them, but I didn’t take them, because I had a lot of troubles going on in my life, and a forced Luna was a huge part of it.As I approached the door of this bright hallway, she saw me, and I could see the bright smile on her face as I walked towards her.“Riven!” she called, giggling towards me, her hands wrapping themselves around my neck. My hands stiffened by my side. My wolf clawed at my chest in agitation.“Baby, I had been waiting for you,” she said in a sad baby voice that made me cringe.Funny. She was waiting for me when it wasn’t like I told her to wait.“Sorry, Lara, I was at the site. Had a few things I wanted to sort out before tomorrow,” I replied with a calm, tired voice.“But I called your phone,” she insisted, her breath fanning my face.“Oh…” I responded, feigning surprise.I slid my hand into my pocket, like I was trying to fetch my phone for the first time today. I brou
Riven.My fingers scrolled up and down.I don't even know his family name.Plus, he was a new student, so his name would likely not be on the school hockey file yet.This is going to be a lot of work.What is so special about the name Alexander that makes parents name their boy child something like that?A whopping five hundred Alexanders in Silverfangs.Phew.I pushed the seat beside me backwards, taking a seat.I guess this is the price I pay for being born into the family.I got to work.Clicking on the profiles one after the other.A few hours into that hideous task and I was already getting tired.Then I made a quick decision. Two more clicks and I don't see his profile, I am done. I would be going to confront him myself.Then,Alexander Stern — the next name on the line.I clicked on the profile and…There…There it was.The face of the criminal.Filling my screen.I exhaled a sigh of relief.Then I scrolled straight to his background info, my eyes fixed on the screen in anticip
Riven.My eyes were glued on Alex.No crest on him.“Sorry coach, I misplaced it, Sir,” Alex responded with a short bow.Coach glared at him for a moment before turning to the rest of us.“Who else isn't with their crest?” he asked.“Me.”The familiar voice from the back called. I didn't need to turn; I already knew who it was. I stood up from the bench.“Come over here, Skyler,” coach said, urging him to come forward.“Where is your crest, Skyler?” Coach asked.“I misplaced it, Sir,” he responded with a short bow.My gaze moved briefly to him; he caught my gaze, and I could see a silly smile in his eyes.I looked away.“What is wrong with you transfers!” Coach barked. “What do you both mean by you misplaced your crest?”“Coach, they lost it on a date!” someone called from the back.The team erupted into a low chuckle.“Couple goals!” someone shouted.A shy smile formed on Alex's face — the smile of a murderer.“We are sorry, Coach,” they both said in unison.“Both of you, you're not
Riven.I had barely slept a wink last night. The thought of what had happened cluttered my mind, giving no room for sleep at all.For the past hour, since I woke up, I had been seated here, staring at the white plastic crest on the table in front of me. The crest my father had given to me late last night.Every vocational in Silverfangs had their own distinct crest — a mark of their department and identity within the pack.But this...This was the hockey crest.One which every player was compulsorily required to wear before going on the ice.This crest was found on the murder site, and my mind has been wandering. Who exactly owns this crest?I had thought of everyone. Every single one of my teammates. No face looked like that of a murderer.Who am I kidding?Nobody looks like a murderer until they're caught.I picked up the crest, my thumb stroking it, my gaze distant even though I was looking at it.The crest of the person on whom my coronation depended on them being caught.It was t
Riven.He turned. That grim face, eyes piercing and authoritative, pouring on me.“You were busy…” his eyes scanned me head to toe. Same look that Stiles had given me earlier, like he was seeing some shit on me.“You were busy…” he repeated, his eyes roaming me with disgust.And then it hit me.Shit. I was still in this black-on-black outfit. No wonder they were looking at me like this. It was an unusual attire, especially for me.His gaze shifted as he took a step towards his table, his head snapping left, toward the pack view.“Riven, do you know what it means when we say the safety of the pack is the alpha’s priority?” he asked.I didn't respond, because I believed that question wasn't meant to be answered.“Do you know what it means when an alpha heir is considered incompetent?” he continued. Turning his head towards me, his eyes met mine.“Do you know what it means when the Council deems one incompetent?” he asked.My fingers in my pocket dug into my palm as I watched him.He too







