Karyna’s POVI sat cross legged on the bed, my laptop sitting perfectly on my lap as I did. My fingers tapped on the keyboard rhythmically, the sound filling the air.“No, no…” I murmured to myself, biting the tip of my fingernail. “This isn’t it, it’s horrible,” I said, clearing the whole paragraph I had written. I’ve been working on a script for my solo project ever since Henri dropped the deadline, and it has been a pain in my ass. Nothing I wrote was ever good enough for me and I knew it wouldn’t be good enough for him as well.I groaned, slapping my forehead. If I didn't write a good script, Henri would think I was a brainless girl, and he wouldn't help me with my project. “Fuck!” I exclaimed once more, typing another line again.I still didn’t understand the motivation behind his inspiration of the script, but it was fairly a captivating story that would do well for my grades, so I didn’t really question it.I cleared my head and sighed, starting afresh for the umpteenth time
Henri’s POVI was jolted awake by the sudden slam of my door swinging open. Blinking away sleep, I sat up to find Karyna standing there, her chest heaving, face flushed, and clutching a laptop tightly in her hands.I stared at her confusedly for a while, before checking my phone to know the time. It was 6:30 in the morning, and she was this hyper. It was strange.“Karyna?” I drawled, raising a lazy brow. “What’s going on?”“Good morning, the script you told me to write, I’m done with it,” she let out, walking over to my bed to plop herself right beside me.I breathed out a sigh of realization as my body relaxed. So, it was the scriptwriting that was making her all giddy like this? I took a quick glance at her and a small smile spread on my face. I was really impressed at how immersed she was in this task, and it filled me with pride. One would hardly believe that she hadn't been doing her projects on her own.She had this determination, this spark in her that was too hard for me not t
Julian’s POVI sighed deeply, adjusting the rim of my glasses before stepping out of the car. A wave of nostalgia hit me as soon as I walked further into the open space, glancing at each building that stood.There were minor details that had changed here, but it still looked at felt the same as it did when I was a kid."Welcome to WildGale Pack" was written in bold on a sign as I passed right through it, into the heart of the pack estate.“Is that who I think—?” I began to hear muttering and inaudible chatter from all angles as the pack members around stopped whatever they were doing, to look and stare at me.Although I could hear them talk so blatantly about me, none of them actually came up to me to say a word. It stung quite a bit, but I was playing the role of Henri after all. And he wasn’t as…warm as I was here.I walked deeper into the expanse estate, where only people of my kind live, yet they kept prying eyes on me. It made me feel sad on the inside, knowing that my brother w
Karyna’s POVI sighed contently, taking in the fresh air and the sunshine on my skin. Today was a very beautiful day. Not too sunny either, which was perfect.My eyes transferred from the sky, over to Henri who was slightly bent over, adjusting the tripod and the camera set on it.Currently, we were outside, a bit away from the vacation home, and out on a small field. Dandelions and wild flowers grew around it, giving it a mythical glow. I was quite surprised to discover such a scenery like this exists, but it was a pleasant shock.We came out here to film a scene for my film project. It was a date scene, of the two werewolves lovers enjoying and spending time with each other. So, Henri and I set up a picnic. I was seated on a red and white checkered material, and there was a picnic basket that we conveniently found at the house— by the end of the cloth.Henri wanted us to use it as a prop, but I wanted to go for the real thing, so I made some sandwiches and placed some snacks in the
Julian’s POVI heard a knock on my door and went to check through the peephole. It was Uncle Venom. I raised a brow, wondering what he was doing here so early, but I really didn’t question it further than that.I mean, "Henri" was back after all, and he wasn't available to receive him. That was a big deal already. I swung open the door, staring down at the pudgy man in silence. He was a bit startled by the sudden opening, but he replaced the expression with a forced grin.“Good morning, Henri!” He greeted me too enthusiastically for my liking. I didn't know if it was because I was playing the role of my brother a little bit too well, but I was noticing things that I wouldn’t have noticed if I had been myself.“What is it?” I asked curtly, not bothering to utter a greeting.“W-well, I apologize for not welcoming you. You see I just wanted to let you know about the um…how the pack has been doing under Alpha Julian’s reign,” he explained, stumbling over his words.It was then I took no
Henri’s POVMy phone rang in my pocket and I brought it out to check who it was. Karyna and I were having a light meal of macaroni and cheese, something we found in Victor’s kitchen drawers and fridge.I frowned when I looked at my screen, only to discover that it was an unknown number calling me. Karyna was observing me as our eyes met. She raised a questioning brow at me over her meal, but she didn’t say anything.“Someone’s calling me, but it’s a strange number,” I said to her, contemplating between letting it ring out, or answering it.“Answer it,” she replied simply. “I mean, what’s the worst that can happen?”“Someone can be tracking my number,” I deadpanned and her lips curled up in a smile.“Yes, there’s that, but you can just answer it and hear who it is first, before jumping into conclusions. Or else, you’re just going to continue living in ignorance,” she hummed, stabbing into the creamy meal.As much as I didn’t like to admit it, she was right. I shouldn’t just judge base
Karyna’s POVI watched Henri idly as he worked on the laptop, immersed in his usual editing tasks. The filmmaking process had become increasingly fascinating to me, sparking a newfound interest in the concept of werewolves.In my free time, when Henri wasn’t using the laptop, I would do my research on them. I haven’t been curious enough to know more about mythical creatures, so it was quite an experience.There were numerous sources, each offering their own definitions of what a werewolf was and how they interacted with the world. In the process of studying them, I also discovered Lycans, very similar to werewolves, but they didn't transform into wolves.Some things I can say that are common throughout my research are the concept of mates and packs. They worshiped a Moon goddess, called Luna. There were some other similarities as well, but these are the major things.Like that, I had fallen into the werewolf rabbit hole and I was more invested than I was in the project. And it was all
Julian’s POVI woke up to a knock on my door. I frowned deeply, wondering who it could be. By the looks of it, it was still so early in the morning. I grabbed the glasses from the nightstand, slipping it on my face. I didn’t bother to put on a shirt as I made my way to the front door, checking the peephole to see Venom standing there.My stomach bubbled upon seeing him. After my recent discoveries and all that he has been doing behind my back, I found it very hard to trust him.I mean, yes I have been away for a few weeks, way before I joined Henri in New York, but would it hurt to inform me on the recent developments in Chappaqua?The reason I pushed back calling him this whole time was because I thought he had things under control, not running shit into the ground. I groaned, but opened the door anyway, let the sleaze bag enter.“Good morning, Henri,” he chirped as he entered, oblivious to the glares I was shooting behind his back. “What do you want?” I replied curtly. I realize