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
SorenOnce I feel the tension and anger slowly begins to release from my body, I turn on my heel, stepping through the bushes and bunches of flowers, destroying every pedal beneath my feet. I storm up the wooden stairs and head back inside the mansion, my eyes catching a glimpse of the dead soldiers
CeliaSoren and I stand in front of Donna’s house. I stare at the white picket fence and soft yellow paint color, a small sigh leaving my lips. Soren places his hand on my shoulder and I look up at him, our eyes meeting. He slowly nods, one that I return, and step across the street, moving through t
CeliaI drop Soren’s hand while my eyes adjust to the darkness of the bedroom. From behind me, I can hear the click of the door locking. My heart flutters in my chest and Soren flicks on the lights. They are a nice and warm hue, easy on the eyes, and I turn to look at Soren.From the corner of my ey
Third Person“They’re nowhere to be found, ma’am,” a nearby rogue werewolf soldier alerts Bianca.She stands on the beach, the night wind pushing her hair in every direction. She glares at the ocean, the crashing waves no longer being able to calm her anxious nerves and the anticipation that begins







