LOGINArielle. The morning light in the training field felt almost cruel all too bright and too alive for how heavy my body felt. The air smelled of dust and sweat and the faint burn of the sun beginning to rise higher. Thomas was already waiting, wooden sword in hand, his hair tied up and eyes sharp the way they always were when we trained. He was talking about posture and focus, but I could barely hear him. Every time I raised my sword, every time I took a breath all I could see was Kael’s face how he looked at me like I was both everything and nothing. Like I was something he wanted so badly but couldn’t touch without pain. It’s been a week since we got back from the human world and I swear he’s been slipping further away every single day. The more I tried to reach him, the more he withdrew like a wave constantly pulling back from the shore.“Come on Arielle, you’re slow today!” Thomas said circling me. His voice snapped me out of my head for a moment and I forced a smile lifting the
Kael. The worst part of it all was that I couldn’t even explain to myself what was happening inside me anymore. Every time I looked at Arielle something inside my chest tightened like a hand was squeezing my heart and not letting go. She had this way of smiling this effortless grace that made her glow brighter than anything I’d ever seen and yet when I got too close, it felt like my skin burned. Like I was being punished for wanting her. The pain wasn’t just physical anymore. It was everywhere. It was in my bones and my thoughts and my goddamn heartbeat. Amd the more I tried to understand it the more I felt myself losing control.I hated myself for what I was allowing her to go through. The distance and confusion with silence. She didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve to wake up every morning next to someone who looked at her like she was both his salvation and his curse. I saw the sadness she tried to hide and the way her voice softened when she tried to talk to me and I gave her
Arielle. It started subtly and almost toooo subtly for me to notice at first. Maybe that was why I brushed it off and told myself I was imagining things that Kael was just tired or that being back in the pack was taking more from him than he cared to admit. But then again Kael was never the kind of man who got tired. He was the kind who kept going until everyone else collapsed. So the small things like the way his breath hitched when my fingers brushed his arm or how his eyes would briefly darken when I leaned into him started to mean more than I wanted them to.I know arousal when I see one and this thing happening has nothing to do with it. My pride got the brunt of it at first but I’m getting confused and worried now. The first time I noticed it was one quiet morning after breakfast. He’d just returned from a council meeting and looked completely worn out, his jaw tight and eyes shadowed his shirt still half buttoned. I’d been sitting by the window the sunlight pouring in and c
Arielle. It’s been a week since we got back to the pack and Kael has been a ghost in his own home. I don’t even know what to do anymore. It’s like something inside him just switched off the moment we left the human world. All thr warmth and teasing and way his eyes used to linger on me like I was his air all of it just vanished. He barely looks at me now. When he does, it’s brief or distracted like I’m just another person he has to deal with. And I keep telling myself maybe it’s just stress maybe it’s the meetings maybe it’s everything happening around him. But deep down I know it’s not just that. Something’s wrong and it has changed in him after that night.I wake up alone most mornings now. His side of the bed is cold and the sheets untouched like he never even came to bed. We have stopped sleeping together since the human world and I miss it so much. And when I ask around everyone says the same thing that He’s in a meeting with the council. They’ve been meeting almost every day
Its the next day and I still can’t get the dream out of my head. I’ve gone over it so many times in my mind that it feels like it’s carved into me. The way she described it and how she said she saw a wolf that wasn’t white but silver eyes glowing like the moon standing in a forest that didn’t seem to belong to this world. She said the air smelled like rain and fire. She said the wolf was looking at her like it knew her. I don’t know why those words have been eating at me. I don’t even know why it matters this much but it does. It matters because if she is truly a witch then what the hell is she doing dreaming about a silver wolf? A witch shouldn’t be tied to anything like that. Wolves and witches have never crossed paths like this not without destruction.The Prophetess said she’s dangerous. She said that if I don’t keep my distance she’ll be my downfall. But then why does everything about her feel like it’s already written into me? The Prophetess also said she wasn’t meant for my
Are. When we got back to the villa, the night had already folded itself around the sky all soft and navy blue sprinkled with stars. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed the sky in the pack. The drive home was quiet except for the faint hum of the radio. Kael had one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on my thigh his thumb stroking lazy circles on my skin every few seconds almost absentmindedly but it was enough to keep my heart thudding the entire time.I kept stealing glances at him. Tthe strong curve of his jaw and veins luscious running down his forearms wiyh the way the shadows from the dashboard lights brushed against his features. He looked older and calmer when he drove like all the sharpness in him softened when the world was quiet and dark like this.By the time we reached the villa I was smiling to myself for no reason. Maybe it was the way he opened my door without saying a word orr how he took the shopping bags from my hands before I even asked. Maybe it was t







