MasukOwen’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
AlexanderI had spent the last few weeks walking the fine line between keeping my pack intact and wondering just how long I could keep pretending everything was fine. It wasn’t. I could feel it.The wolves had become... different. Subtle signs at first—hesitations when I gave orders, the whispers th
I shook my head. “You think Mark can do this? Communication without speech? Like, what telepathy? Come on, Gingi, you sound crazy.”Gingi shrugged. “And it’s possible Owen can, too. They might not even realize it, I didn’t either until Mark said one word to me, and I realized he didn’t actually ‘say
LaurenThe sun cast long streaks of light across the worn wooden floors, painting golden lines through the dust that hung in the air. It should have felt warm, welcoming even, but the sunlight only seemed to highlight the tension stretching between me and Gingi like a taut wire, ready to snap.It ha
I giggled but sobered. “What about you? What’s going on with the Rogues?”Theo hesitated, then leaned in, lowering his voice. “They’re getting organized. Too organized. My dad’s losing it—ranting about being the rightful king, the true bloodline, blah, blah, blah. The guy’s a nightmare.”I frowned.







