ログインSky.The Blackhole. This place seemed like somewhere people went to be forgotten.I was seated on the freezing floor, the heavy chains around my wrists clinking every time I moved even a small muscle.My body ached. It had been one day—or maybe more. There was no way to tell. Not with how thick these walls were—small, with no window. Just these iron bars.It seemed like this was the only time I was getting rest. But sadly, it was in the worst way.I scoffed.I had not brought myself to think.I just… I just didn’t want to think. I just didn’t.Even the image of Riven’s face kept taunting me. The horror in his eyes.The place was empty. I didn’t know—but it felt like even if there were people here, they preferred silence.Suddenly, the heavy iron door at the end of the hall groaned open.I heard boots, approaching footsteps. My head was still buried between my knees.I didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Whoever it was, at this point, I didn’t think I gave a fuck.Then, it wasn’
Sky CHAMPIONSHIP DAY...The championship game was in the first minutes.The crowd was screaming so loud that the floor was shaking.Silverfangs and Northfield — the scoreboard was in our favour. Riven was a beast on ice. And me, on the other hand, I didn't care about anything.Nothing at all. Just Riven.Before the game started, I had spotted him — Vance. His eyes said it all. He was ready, and I knew it.From the first minute, I was prepared. Prepared for anything. I didn't let him get close to Riven.I was more like a shadow than a teammate. I was skating right behind Riven even when I should be chasing the puck. The coaches were screaming at me from the sidelines, but I didn't care.I may come off as that stupid player who was just doing nothing on the ice, but I don't care. If only I could protect him on this field, then I think I would be done. Maybe.Every time I turned, number 44 was there.Vance.Suddenly, a Northfield jersey slammed into me. It was a hard, dirty hit that kno
Sky.I didn’t go back to Riven’s dorm. I just sat there on my sitting room couch.I was drained. So fucking drained. Drained of strength, drained of… of emotions, drained of thoughts, drained of ideas.At that point, I was absolutely confused about what I wanted to do next.Like… it seemed as though my head was wiped. I couldn’t think. What do I do?What?Everything Stan had said—all of it—was valid.They wanted to take Riven out first before they came for the traitor.As I sat there, wallowing in my empty, brainless brain, something small whispered in my mind.What if I went to Riven?What if I just told him that these were the stakes?Maybe I should.I should let him know.Tell him everything? I mean, he knew a lot, so… I don’t think he would doubt me, right?Fuck! My hand went to my hair, scratching vigorously.But wait.What if I tell him and Riven doesn’t believe me? What if he thinks I’m just making things up?No, he won’t. He will believe me.But then, another thought.Riven is
Sky.Three days had passed since the night Alex died. The school was in a state of high alert, but for most students, the focus was on the championship game. It was only a few days away. Our team mourned him for less than one day before practice and games resumed.The air in Silverfangs was thick with excitement and nerves.Since that night—the speculated night of the mission—when the UN called me and I ignored their calls, my phone had been dead silent.No more calls. No more texts. But that silence—that silence was exactly what was eating me up. That silence was the scariest thing in the world, and I knew what such silence meant. It meant that they weren’t trying to talk anymore. It meant they were acting. And the act—I had no idea what it was.I was barely sleeping these days. Sleep was for the innocent, and I was far from it.I wasn’t going to my own classes anymore. It was of no use now.I spent every hour lurking in the shadows near Riven’s dorm. I watched every person who walke
Author’s POVThe room was freezing. It was a dark office, deep underground, far away from the lights of the Silverfangs.The only light came from a wall of computer monitors. On those screens were photos of Riven Blackthorn and Skyler Gale.Two men sat at a long steel table. One was relaxed, leaning back on the soft leather of his chair, sitting there nonchalantly like he was bored.The other was staring at a phone that wouldn't stop ringing. He was the supervisor.“He’s still not picking up,” the first man said as he tossed the phone onto the table. It slid across the metal with a sharp screech. “Skyler has gone dark. Total radio silence.”The second man, the Leader, didn’t move. He was looking at a report that had just come in.“I don't think it matters if he picks up the phone or not. The news just hit the wire now. Your spy is dead. They found him in his dorm room an hour ago,” he stated like the death was a mere scratch to the UN.The supervisor sat up straight. His eyes widened.
Sky.Four days later... The watch on my wrist. Tick. Tick. Tick.The sound was strangely loud, enough for me to hear.And with every one of those ticks, there came a loud bang in my head—a big bang, a hard beat in my chest.Every second felt like a hammer hitting a nail. It was nearly midnight.My phone buzzed for the umpteenth time that night.Messages. Checkups. Just to make sure everything I needed was in place.The UN was waiting. Waiting for my final mission. The news of the dead Alpha, Riven Blackthorn.And then there was me. For the past five days, I had planned and unplanned. Confounded in myself, I braced myself, trained my mind—For what was about to be done.I was done. I felt like this was it. This was the time I either paid or got paid.I was done being the puppet. I was done being the bad guy who hurt the only person who actually made me feel human.And now, it was time. Time for me to move.I checked my gear. Jumped down from the tree where I had been monitoring moveme







