LOGINRiven.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
Riven.I was on my way out of Sky's dorm. Right now I don't know why, but my heart was stupidly pounding frantically against my chest.The thing is, I knew my father was stern, authoritative. His words always came with power. Even in mere conversations, his voice always exuded power. He doesn't speak soft, so it wasn’t really about how he sounded. No.But it was about the mind-link. It had never happened before. My father had never mind-linked me. Or even my sister.His voice intruding my head was one of the strangest things I had ever heard. The Alpha never mind-links anyone except his Beta.I didn't have to explain anything to Sky. I just left. And he didn’t argue.Something inside of me was seriously screaming that something was wrong.I walked out of the dorm halls, the cool night air hitting me. I pulled the hood of my shirt to cover my face properly.Then a thought came to my mind.Maybe I should reach out for Stiles? Ask him if he had any idea why I was being called?Nah… my fa
Stiles.He quickly jerked up from his stool, placing his book on it. He slowly walked over to me. I didn’t wait for him to fully come close. I walked over to him, my hand on his shoulder. I urged him forward, leading him to the spot I wanted him to stand. His shoulders tensed.I stood in front of him, watching him for a while with a smile on my face. I pulled the apron off my neck, placing it on his neck. He froze under my touch. I could hear the loud beat of his heart.My hands flew to his side, getting hold of the ropes. Then, I took a step forward, moving closer to him. I could feel the heat radiating from him. I leaned forward, my hand circling his body as I reached behind him to secure the apron.The smell hit me.Sweet fragrance.Damn… he smelled so good. This was not a natural scent. It was the smell that came from whatever wash he was using or… perfume or whatever. It smelled so good and soothing.“Mmmnnn…” I murmured into his ear. “Grey, you smell really good,” I complimented
Stiles.I stepped away from the path, standing by the side.“Alright then, come inside,” I urged.He glanced at me and at the mini sitting room space once and again.Then, after taking a deep breath, he walked into the room. The shelf closed shut with a soft click. He turned around, looking at the shut door that had separated us from the outside world, then back at me.I moved over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. I urged him to move, leading him past the small sitting room to the mini kitchen counter.“Take off your bags,” I said, pulling the kitchen stool backward so he could sit on it.“Sit here,” I said, placing him behind me on the seat.Then I walked over to the other side of the counter. My eyes caught it—the apron. I reached for it, wearing the thin fabric on my neck. My hands went to the back, securing the apron.I was hungry, and I didn't want those foods cooked by the pack chefs. Most times, I preferred making my own meals.“So… you are a medic student, right?” I ask
Stiles.I was seated in the waiting room. I turned my wrist, checking the watch on my hand, and it was already… 7 p.m.Grey wasn't here yet.I should probably just wait for a little more time before I decide what next to do.A memory flashed in my head — the look on his face when I said I wanted him. Funny.He looked so fragile, and so innocent — a stark opposite of the Sthor family.The Sthors are known to be fierce, heartless, fearless. But him, nothing like them.First of all, I wasn't about to take advantage of his innocence and fragile nature. No.I just wanted to keep him around. For two purposes.First, because he was cute. He was good-looking. And uhm… should I say attractive? Yes. I was attracted to him.I mean, look at him. He looks good. So good. So… keeping him around for a while won't be that bad.But my main purpose was because of Sky.Yeah. You heard me right.Sky.He was the sole purpose of me keeping Grey around.Suddenly, I heard footsteps. One short and draggy, the







