로그인Owen’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
It was a fleeting feeling, though, like trying to hold onto smoke. The weight of everything snapped me back. The answers I needed, the ones I was desperate for, were still out there, hiding in the shadows. Liam ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tight as he turned to face Alexander. “Really?”
“You could’ve called me,” Liam said, his voice quieter but no less intense. I looked away, guilt prickling at the edges of my mind. “Right. About that. No phone.” “What? Did he—” Liam’s face scrunched. “Long story,” my eyes rolled, glancing at the broken glass and metal bits still on the floor
“Are you going to stay?” I asked suddenly, the words spilling out before I could stop them. Alexander blinked, his eyes flicking to me. “Stay?” “Yeah,” I said. “Like… for good. Are you going to be around? Or are you just going to leave again?” “Abigail,” Mommy said, her voice sharp and full of
Abigail's POV The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the smell. Pancakes. Sweet, buttery pancakes. My nose twitched, and my stomach gave a loud, happy rumble. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes and yawning. The sunlight was sneaking through my curtains, painting my room in golden stripes.







