LOGINOwen’s face darkened, and I could see the conflict brewing in his chest, muttering. “Redhead…”It was like a boiling pot on the verge of overflowing.“Shut up, Theo,” he spat, his voice cracking with frustration. “You’re full of it. You think I’m going to let you anywhere near Abigail again? I’ll—”
TheoThe woods crackled around me as I sprinted through, paws slipping on mud and rotting leaves, the air thick with pine and damp earth. My legs burned, muscles aching, but I couldn’t slow down. Couldn’t afford to.I knew I was being hunted. Heard the howls—Alexander’s guard wolves, technically—clo
“Crap…” I muttered under my breath. “What a pain…”The situation had just gone from bad to worse.Mark didn’t look happy to be here. His eyes darted around, still wide with confusion, his lips parted slightly as though he was trying to piece together where exactly he had ended up. But it wasn’t just
TheoThe cell door creaked open, its rusty hinges groaning like the bones of an old man.My body screamed in protest as I pushed myself to my feet, every muscle aching, every bruise a reminder of the last few days. The cold air hit my face as the guards dragged me out, their laughter ringing in my e
The room went completely still. Mom’s voice barely heard as she whispered, “Abigail…”My heart stopped. My blood ran cold. I could feel my face going pale, my breath catching in my throat. He hadn’t just said that. He couldn’t have.I pushed back from the table, fury flooding my chest. “Yeah, I’ve b
AbigailDinner was a war zone of silence.The only sounds were the clinking of cutlery against plates, the occasional scrape of a chair being pushed back. And with every passing second, the tension in the room grew, like a pressure cooker about to blow its lid.Owen and I sat at opposite ends of the
TheoI expected Owen to be mad, but that… well that outburst wasn’t the soft spoken, snarky kid I knew.Bummer.I drove out the sound as I stomped back into the Rogue camp—the laughs, or fewer shrill shout. Everything was exactly the same: a chaotic mess of gold-lined tents, log shelters, and angry
A tense silence hung between us before he finally lowered his hand, conceding. “Very well. But if we find out you're hiding something…”I cut him off, my patience wearing thin. “If you find out I'm hiding something, feel free to return with your accusations. Until then, I'd appreciate it if you'd st
SophiaThe morning sun filtered through the tattered curtains of my quaint cottage, casting a soft glow on the mismatched furniture that filled the room. I stretched lazily, savoring the quiet moments before the day's chaos inevitably ensued.My peace was short-lived, however, as a loud crash echoed
LaurenThe argument had been raging for what felt like hours. The air in the clearing was thick, heavy with tension as I glared across the crowd at the Betas and the elders. Their words were all the same: “He’s dangerous. He’s a liability. He’s an outsider. Why risk more manpower looking for someone







