Bright The tension in the house was like a rope tightening around my neck. No one said it out loud, but everyone felt it. The hunters’ attack had left invisible scars in every corner, and I could see it in the way the pack moved, in the whispers, in the distrust hanging in the air. I was sitting on the couch, with Sophia nearby, though she felt miles away. She didn’t look at me, she didn’t want to. I knew it. She was still upset with me for what I had said about Dante. And even though I tried to convince myself I didn’t care, the truth was that it was eating me alive inside. Seeing her silence, her distance, was worse than any wound. And to make it worse, James was speaking with Dante in private, as if I didn’t exist. My own Alpha, my so-called brother, trusting him more than me. The very thought made my blood boil. I had earned my place in this pack with my own hands, with sweat, with blood, being his right hand. And suddenly, Dante… he showed up as if he had always belonged, as
SophiaBright’s gaze was heavier than usual. The intensity in his eyes was something I simply couldn’t ignore. Everyone noticed it. It wasn’t as if at home everyone’s attention was specifically on Bright and me, but my brother exchanged looks with me, with Dante, and with Bright. He had more important matters to deal with, but the way he looked at us meant he realized that not everything was in order.Honestly, when it came to Bright, Dante, and me, nothing was ever right. It was always uncomfortable.The pack was close, but none of them had been attacked. They hadn’t even had time to react and defend us because everything happened too quickly, and by then Dante and Bright had already stepped in to fight. James had done the same. After Bright and Dante dragged the bodies out of the house, James gathered the pack throughout the house, but before that, he took a minute to speak with Dante alone.Bright wasn’t invited to that conversation, which bothered him, but he didn’t complain too m
BrightBeing in Sophia’s house with her family felt strange after everything that had happened between us. We both pretended nothing was wrong, just to avoid fighting in front of them. But we knew things weren’t right. The situation was anything but comforting. Not that night. That night felt like being trapped inside a cage. I felt cornered, squeezed between my instincts and the desire to please Sophia. It suffocated me.I sat at the table for dinner beside her, silent. She feigned calm. She answered her family’s questions politely, but I could see the tension in her every move. We hadn’t been the same since the argument. Since she had learned the truth about my thoughts, something had broken between us. She didn’t say it out loud, but I could feel it in every distant gesture, in every shortened word she spoke.I told myself I didn’t care. Or at least, I tried to. Because what really mattered was that my instincts screamed one thing: Dante was behind all of this. The thought wouldn’t
SophiaMy parents’ house had always been a refuge, a place where the world seemed to fall silent. A safe place, like a fortress. But that night, everything was uncomfortable. It felt like the wolf’s mouth. As dinner unfolded with tense conversations and forced smiles, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen. It wasn’t just what I had overheard between Bright and my father, nor the words that had torn at me when they accused Dante. It was a deeper premonition, something pressing against my chest, warning me that the calm was nothing more than a mirage before the storm.Mom and Dad tried to keep the evening light, asking about everyday things: James’s work, my sister-in-law’s health, the home renovations they were planning. I pretended to be interested, nodded, and smiled, but my mind was trapped in a tangled mess of thoughts circling around Dante, Sabrina, Bright, and the invisible threat that had been haunting us for weeks.Bright sat beside me, his eyes fixed
BrightThe silence in the living room stretched after Sophia went upstairs. I could hear the echo of her footsteps, each step marking the distance opening between us. I didn’t go after her. Not because I didn’t want to, but because something inside me told me that if I did at that moment, it would all end in a greater disaster. I was angry, furious. But not only with her, also with myself.I clenched my fists tightly. The wood creaked beneath my boots as I paced back and forth in front of the window. Her voice kept ringing in my head: “He would never hurt me, never.” That never cut through me like a knife. Did she really trust Dante that much? More than she trusted me?The rage burned in my chest. Not because I wanted to control her thoughts, but because it hurt to see her defend another man with such passion, with such blind faith. I —the one who had given everything for her, who had loved her even in my darkest moments— was reduced to being the one who doubted, the one consumed by d
Sophia The silence in my parents’ room was so thick it felt like it swallowed even my thoughts. I had sat back down on the bed, pretending to be interested in the fabrics my mother was showing me, but my mind was somewhere else, on that conversation I had overheard, hidden behind the wall. Bright and Dad. Their voices kept replaying in my head, pounding like hammers: Dante… It was Dan… jealousy… Stefan. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t accept that Bright thought that about Dante, that he would put him on the same level as the hunters, or as some nameless murderer. Dante, the one who was there when I felt broken, when I had no one else to hold me up. Rage burned inside me, mixed with a pain I didn’t know how to contain. Mom was speaking, but I wasn’t listening anymore. I moved my lips to fake a smile, nodded whenever I thought I should, but inside I was boiling. When I finally escaped the room, my heart was racing at a frantic pace. I went down the stairs barely feeling the step