LOGINCeliaA Month Later…I still see Bianca's face in my dreams. I am unable to escape her and her devious plans that she once threw me in the center of. I dream of the way she laughed and cackled at me, all of my insecurities now taking on her face as I try to escape from her in my dreams.It is only w
SorenIt pains me not to be able to look at Celia. I know that she is crying, I know that she is an immense emotional pain because of me and it's slowly killing me on the inside. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the way her body has doubled over, and I can hear the way her cries echo and bounc
CeliaThe house is much colder than I anticipated. I do not know what I was thinking, though, seeing how my father's home has been out of use for decades. Bianca wears many layers of clothes while I am forced to wear a simple nightgown with no socks or gloves to help me combat the cold.The chains t
SorenMy ears perk up as soon as I hear the Duke’s soldier proclaim that there is a messenger outside. I rush out of the room and hurry down the stairs, running as fast as I can, before I lunge outside the front door, staring at the messenger, who is held back by two soldiers. There is a cardboard b
Third PersonThe missing Lycan princess, Celia has yet to be found. The tension in the Duke’s mansion has risen over the past couple of days with Soren beginning to slowly go crazy over being unable to find and locate Celia. The Duke and Soren’s Beta have done everything that they possibly can to tr
CeliaI can only assume that a week has gone by from the way that the world goes from loud to quiet all around me. I am locked inside of one of the various rooms inside my father's old and run down manor in the woods. The windows have been sealed shut, curtains, hiding the sunlight that should be co
CeliaWith the money that I had leftover in my pockets, I ended up buying a bus ticket to a town whose name was most familiar to me. The bus ride was long and I fell asleep, waking up to the new environment just as we arrived.It took all day and all night to get to this place. I had heard its name
CeliaThe envelope is heavy in my hands. It is much thicker than the other one that contained a single piece of paper inside of it. I turn it around and notice a dark blue wax seal on the back, holding it shut.I run my fingers over the wax seal and silently memorize the way the insignia feels marke
Celia“What do you want from the store, Soren?” I ask, huffing and puffing from running down the sand.Soren decided that he would lay out on the beach today and soak up the sun. He sits in a chair with a book in his hand, his green eyes meeting mine.“Find a few games for us to play,” he says, “cou
CeliaMy dream of my parents comes to an end when my body jerks forward, a pair of hands quickly catching me before I can fall off of the long backset of the car.My back aches as soon as I regain consciousness after falling asleep while pressed up against Soren. His cheek is pressed against the top







