로그인Rosetta:Some kids have parents, toys, luxuries, love, affection, friends, and a perfect life.Some barely survive.Me? I had none of it. Just a diary.Every year, the woman who called herself my aunt would give me a diary.I started writing in it from a very young age.She allowed me to, but she would only unchain me for fifteen minutes a day.In those fifteen minutes, I had to shower, eat, use the restroom, and write in my diary.Sometimes, she would bless me with a little more time because she made me do chores.At first, I thought life was simply like that.Obedience.I believed every child lived that way, so I never complained.I had become desensitized to all the brutality.Until one day, a woman barged in with her daughter, who was much older than me.I was taken into a room and laid beside the girl.I was shocked to see her bleeding, barely breathing.That was when I began to realize what was happening.The woman who called herself my aunt started chanting, ordering the wounde
Lady Eugenia:I was frantically holding onto my daughter, carrying her in my arms as I rushed through the woods to the woman.The doctors had said they could not save her, that my daughter could pass away at any moment.As soon as I slipped into the cabin, I watched the woman turn toward me and roll her eyes."It took you too long to come," she said, looking tired. "And now you've brought another one. I cannot take care of so many children."Her comment made me hiss in frustration as I placed my daughter on the couch."Save her," I demanded, and that was when it finally registered with her."Oh, it happened?" she asked.A smile appeared on her lips, as if she were pleased that her prophecy had come true once again."You told me that my daughter would die at a particular age, and she's dying right now. So help her," I said, my voice beginning to shake.The woman stared at me, then looked down at my daughter.As she crouched beside her, she seemed to realize what my daughter had been th
Rosetta:I have met and helped countless people in my life.And technically, I wasn't helping Karla. I was helping her sacrifice herself for Yuvonne, and I didn't need to tell her that I wasn't a hero.Not at all.I have asked her to help one of my maids to shapeshift into herself and make people believe she was Yuvonne’s mother.Sadly, my maid had to act rude and tough towards Madeline or else Lady Eugenia would have never believed it was truly her.Things turned grim when my maid was offered an amount by lady Eugenia for turning everyone against Madeline.And well, I have seen people change for money.My maid did too.She was now living with some old man, still stuck in Karla’s shape because Karla died to help her out.I wasn't Madeline either, the kind of person who could never do wrong.That was exactly why people treated her so badly.I had survived for this long because I was willing to sabotage bad people.Well, only the bad people.And Yuvonne's mother, sadly, would never hav
Byron:Every time the darkness closed in, I would lose consciousness again.Then the burning would begin all over.After that, all I could do was sleep, but even in my sleep, nightmares haunted me.They were nightmares that were terrifying, but also painfully cruel.In those nightmares, I would see Madeline, but I could never reach her.Fire burned all around me. Strange cracks spread across my body and the ground beneath my feet, just like the ones on my neck. Lava continuously filled those cracks, making my body heat up even more.I was going through a kind of agony I had never experienced before.The heat was unbearable, as if my skin would burn right off my body.There were moments when I wanted someone, anyone, to just end my life because my skin felt like it was constantly on fire.Even my wolf couldn't help me anymore.After that, I had no idea where I was or what I was doing.Then, one night, the pain suddenly started to lessen.I didn't understand what was happening. All I kn
Karla:I had been called to this huge mansion by some warriors to attend a meeting.In fact, I had already been paid a generous amount just to come here. So why wouldn't I go?I was Yuvonne’s mother, a mother-in-law of an alpha too.I rushed to the location, and there stood a woman named Rosetta.She was a widow. The Black Widow, in fact. The one who supposedly ate up her mates.Her husband would just die. She was simply that unlucky."Wow, you have a beautiful mansion," I said, scooting to the edge of my seat and looking around excitedly, my purse clutched in my hands."I know what you're planning," she said.I heard her voice and frowned slightly.She had a very soft-spoken voice, something that felt familiar, but I was certain I had never met her before.It was also the way she looked, the way she rolled her eyes, and the way she carried herself. There was something familiar about her.I must have met someone just like her before because I was certain I had never met her in my life
Rosetta:I had been ruled by my raw emotions ever since I saw and met Madeline.There was a weird feeling between us.She was very beautiful. The more I saw her on TV, the more beautiful she seemed.Sometimes I would stand in front of the mirror and think that maybe I was beautiful too, but no.Madeline was more beautiful than anyone else.The way she talked, the way she looked at me, somewhere in it all, I sensed a little sadness.And that was purely because of what she had been through.She had been scarred so much that she had become a little rough, a little tough.Still, it was pleasant meeting her."Did you have a guest?"Lady Eugenia arrived and asked me that, even trying to grab my wrist to stop me from going into the basement."Not really," I replied, shaking my head."Then let's eat together," my mother said, trying to pull me away.I had only a few rules for the people living in my household.Elara was not allowed to go to the second floor, and my mother was never allowed on
Graham:“I don’t understand how much you two are going to drink,” Kaylee remarked as she stepped into my office, complaining about me and Elgin celebrating for what was probably the last ten hours.Ever since we were informed that the warriors had summoned the monster on the mountain top, we had be
Baxter:It was strange how Byron had disguised himself as an old man to sneak into one of the smallest packs, claiming there was an old woman who had witnessed the monster when she was a child and survived.We didn’t have a full day, but thankfully, Madeline had left only a few hours earlier. If ev
Graham:In the very early morning, the first thing I did was go and visit the old lady. I knew she would be very cocky, but I needed to know if anyone had approached her recently.The way they were looking for a witness made me afraid she would be approached and start speaking nonsense about me.Fo
Graham:Elgin did not stay with me. I had to go back home alone with my worries, but that did not mean I would give up on looking for my daughter. I was enraged by how this could have happened.There were so many people there that night, yet the monster only took my daughter. It felt like she was n







