LOGINThe pack house was full of laughter that night.That's been filled with laughter for months, even after.Yes, it has been months since the war ended, and though scars still lined the land, and the hearts of those who fought, there was peace now. True peace.A sort of peace that no one ever expected.
Her lip curled faintly.And for the first time in years… I felt something sharp crawl up my spine.Fear.She reached past me, her fingers closing around something on the table behind me.A gun.My breath caught.She stared at it for a long moment, then looked back at me, and the corner of her mouth
Giovanni:I’d been here so long, I’d stopped counting the hours.Because I knew that it's been more than days.Though I did not know how many, I knew that they were enjoying this. Each and every one of them saw it as their own victory. And though I did not want to admit it, I knew that it was my los
Delilah:Light burned behind my eyelids, and the first thing I felt was pain.There was a pain that I could not describe, and though I've been hearing everything that's been said throughout the past week, I couldn't respond.The dull, heavy ache in my chest. My shoulder. My ribs. Everything just see
Ethan:The infirmary was too quiet.And with every passing day, I just found it heavier for me to breathe, harder for me to contain myself, to be able to understand how everything went the way that it was.I stood in the doorway, staring at her.Delilah.She lay still on the cot, her dark hair fanne
Damon:The smell of gunpowder still hung in the air.The smell of blood was one that no one could deny.The field was quiet now, quiet in a way that made my chest ache. The creatures were gone. The mist had thinned. But the earth just seemed to still, as we saw everything that went around, as we wit
Damon:She was curled up on the bed again, this time wrapped in one of my black button-down shirts that nearly swallowed her whole. Her hair was tousled, her bare legs tangled in the sheets, and she had that sleepy, just-woke-up glow that hit me like a damn punch to the gut.She looked up at me from
Giovanni:The silence in my study was thicker than usual.It was silent to the point where it was actually annoying. The silence was supposed to be peaceful. I could not help but find myself getting lost in more thoughts than I wanted to be.No wind. No sound. Just the low tick of the grandfather cl
Damon:The scent of cedarwood and ink lingered in the air, mixing with the soft hum of sunlight seeping through the windows behind my desk. Papers lay untouched in front of me, the reports Ethan had dropped off hours ago forgotten as I sat across from the one man whose silence always came with weigh
Sienna:The morning light streamed softly through the window, casting a golden hue across the bedroom. I lay nestled beneath the blankets, Damon's arm lazily draped over my waist, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm against my back. For a moment, there was peace.He shifted behind me, and







