Nothing prepared me for the scene I caught as I looked up. My eyes widened in terror at the headless sight of the attendant whose body stood with blood spilling out of her naked neck. Gone was her burning bright rouge hair, gone was her cynical grin, gone was her head, and gone was the power she held over my life mere minutes ago.A feeling settled over me first, relief. But then it registered the reality of the death I just partook in. I shut my eyes hoping the image would leave my mind but I could still see her headless body. My stomach churned, and I felt sick enough to throw up. I slapped my hand over my mouth hoping to hold down my vomit.“Harlyn, your hand,” Abel had dashed to my side, kneeling right beside me. I opened my eyes to another horror.The claws that had been clinging to my arm were now limp, lifeless, and attached to a severed hand that held on to me like a grotesque accessory. I scurried back, shaking, dragging the corpse’s icy grip with me. It felt like it refused
The car ride back to the mansion was short or perhaps I was not paying enough attention to realize it wasn't. I could only stare at my arm wrapped thickly in a random auburn scarf from the store we wrecked.It still hurt but I was too tired to care. Also at that moment, the ugly wound was the least of my problems despite it being the reason for my new dilemma. Ethan wanted me to shift. Something I hadn't managed to do in all my seventeen years of age.I glanced at his tall silhouette in the car seat. He sat by my side leaving his thick curly midnight black hair in my view as he looked out the window. I wondered if he could perceive the protests in my mind against the ridiculous and impossible idea he proposed.“I can't read your mind,” he murmured. I hummed in response, raising an eyebrow. There was a long pause after, filled with no sound but the engine humming. I kept my eyes fixed on him and my thoughts clear.“Pray tell, what do you want?“ He spoke again but with a heavy sigh. His
I sent a glare his way. I was sure he could feel it, I wanted him to. Abigail stepped into my line of sight raising a brow but she said nothing. We both watched him disappear down the hallway.Her eyes seemingly softened by a fraction as they roamed across my face. “Come on,” she said, gesturing for me to follow her toward a side hallway.I hesitated holding my arm to my chest. “Where are we going?”“To get that cleaned first,” she replied. “Unless you’d prefer to bleed out on Ethan’s prized Persian rug.”I wouldn't mind but I refrained from retorting. Instead, I trailed behind her with sluggish steps dreading what I might see if I lifted the scarf holding my arm together.The hallway led to a modest room that scented strongly of antiseptic. My nose burned from the smell. “Ugh, that's a lot of antiseptic.“Abigail rummaged through a cabinet, pulling out a first-aid kit before setting it on a metal counter. “What do you mean? The smell's pretty muted.““This is muted? How often do you
“I'm not amused,” he stepped closer wearing his brows in knits.I stepped back with short shuffled steps. The pressure from his presence was uncomfortable and heavy like a vase titling on an edge ready to crash and fall apart.“And I really don't want to do this,” My insides churned. Not in the present conditions anyway. Shifting was something I had been wanting but I'd long accepted. It was something I couldn't do. Now the notion of shifting felt terrifying.“You're nervous, just breathe,” he said, his voice softening just a fraction.“Fine,” I huffed. It wouldn't work anyway. Best to show him instead.I frowned but did as he said regardless. Inhaling deeply, I let the air reach the depths of my lungs before exhaling. My heartbeat was frantic and the pain in my arm flared randomly.“Focus on the pain in your arm,” he slowly uttered, his words carrying a low gentle tone.It was soothing but it wasn't doing much. With each breath, I sought out the pain in my arm and unfortunately for m
“I shouldn’t have left Springville,” I spat, the words bitter and rough in my mouth. “I shouldn’t have left my parents. At least there, I knew what my life was. At least there, I wasn’t caught up in someone else’s stupid war.”Why did my mom trust these people with me?A cold wave of realization washed over me, drowning me further in my frustration. I collided against a huge wall of guilt. What had I been doing? My parents. I hadn’t thought about them—really thought about them—since the night I left Springville.What had happened to them? Were they safe? Did they even know where I was? I froze, my anger unraveling as the image of their faces rose unbidden in my mind.My hands trembled, the itching sensation growing stronger. I turned away from Ethan, my vision blurring. For the first time since I’d arrived here, I realized I had no idea if the people I loved most were even alive.“My parents,” I muttered under my breath. For a moment, everything else faded away, replaced by a single d
A dead, chilling silence suffocated the room. Khalid's neck snapping still played incessantly in my ears, ringing painfully. My hand clamped over my mouth, muffling the ragged breaths spilling out my lips. I gawked at his body, my eyes heavy with horror. He lay there limp, lifeless, and scattered in a way that screamed of his finality. I did that. The thoughts hammered in my skull, relentless and shooting. My fingers twitched involuntarily, the painful itching in my palms now unbearable. I wanted to tear my skin apart, to scrape away whatever it was that had pushed me to that moment. I could hear words mumbling from behind me, yet all that registered was the sound of snapping and my thundering heartbeat fastening in my chest.“Oh God,” I croaked into my palm, shaking as my body seemed to burn under the weight of my action.My knees gave out beneath me, and I collapsed, hard on my knees. A sickening crack split the air, followed by a torrent of pain shooting through my leg. My k
I flinched with a gasp, raising my hand to my chest at the show of hate written on her face. Her usually lovely countenance was twisted into something cynical and angry.“After years of being suffocated!“ She screeched, her hair straightening sharply, shooting into the trees. “You still haven't called for me!“ “Wh-what do you mean?“ I stammered, holding my chest as it slowly began to hurt.“You reached for the mutt instead of me! I'm part of you too, you know!“ She seethed with a boom as her hair crashed into trees, biting down on her teeth. Her body hummed with light and will-o-wisps of onyx and purple.“No you're not!, you're a figment of my imagination,” I countered her words. Her claim sounded ridiculous.Was my dream spiraling because I was? Nothing was making sense. Sure she looked like me but there was no way she had much to do with me. She was a mere manifestation in my head to cope with whatever changes I've been experiencing for the past weeks.She had always been somehow h
I gasped awake but the minute I inhaled deeply, I choked on my pain.The entirety of my body hurt to the point I was momentarily convinced I was being torn apart. Every muscle and joint ached as though I had been beaten from the inside out.My chest heaved in and out. The dry air felt thin and foreign as it rushed into my lungs. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping the agony would subside. It didn't.Blinky rapidly, I slowly managed to push away the fog in my mind as the clarification of my situation settled in. As the pain simmered in, I became acutely aware of the cold sensation beneath me, pressing into my bare skin.“What the,” I uttered a groan involuntarily. I was lying on the floor, completely naked too. Shards of dirt clung to my pores, stinging softly.A wince eased out as I struggled to sit up. My body was protesting and my hands trembled as I tried to push myself upright.I wasn’t in the forest. I wasn’t in the dreamscape. I was back in the den. Looking around, I found myself to
She looked uncomfortable in the attention, but she didn’t shy from it either. Her expression was more distant yet a small cool grin rested on her lips. It seemed like she’d already decided how this day would go and was just going through the motions of playing nice.Higan followed her. His hand touched the small of her back, guiding her like she was something breakable. My stomach twisted at the scenery, and my right leg bounced on the ball of my feet but I kept my expression still. He smiled at people, greeted his friends, and nodded at the teacher. But his eyes didn’t settle too long on anyone in the room.Except me. I felt it and the subtle way Ethan’s aura shifted beside me in menacing waves. But that didn’t seem to deter the stubborn fool.However, I didn’t look away. Not from Becca. Not even when Higan’s gaze lingered. I watched her movements, the delicate way she removed her coat, and how she smiled too precisely at the people around her.Becca didn’t sit at the back as she lo
The morning light spilled into the halls of Springville High like it didn’t know any better. As though nothing had happened. As though the world hadn’t shifted beneath my feet under the glare of firelight and applause.Except it did. But I was still standing.The halls buzzed with that first-day-back tension—new boots squeaking against the waxed floors, lockers slamming too hard, too loud, laughter sharp and half-nervous. Everyone was trying to act like they weren’t wondering who had changed over break.I had. And not in ways I was necessarily happy about.Khalid and Abigail flanked me like shadow and flame as we moved past the entrance. Abigail carried her silence like a protective knife in her pocket. Khalid carried his like a banner of passive-aggression, barely speaking to me still.I’d long told myself to not be bothered by it.“First bell rings in five,” Abigail said, glancing at her phone. “Ethan will be with you first and third period, we’ll meet at the second and Khalid is at
“The barrier,” Ethan answered before either of them could. “Between here and… some other side where Melbringers reach for immense power.““Usually used when they're trying to commit massacres,” Khalid scoffed out, his shoulders squared defensively.My stomach turned. “I didn’t mean to.”“But you did do something,” Khalid said, voice lower. “Because what? Someone pissed you off again?“ He bit harshly, glaring at me.I flinched, his words sharper than they needed to be. My chest ached, my ears rang, and I felt Ethan step closer like a shield I hadn’t asked for but suddenly needed.Why was he being like that? I didn't mean to. All I knew was that I was angry, more than angry and I had every right to be angry given what I saw.“She didn’t do anything—” Tyler began, but Khalid cut across him with the heat of a snapping blade.“She did enough. She nearly destabilized a veil. You all know what that means. She opened something ancient and violent just because.”“Khalid,” Ethan growled a dange
The fire towers glowed brighter, crackling behind us. Laughter and footsteps surrounded us with the kind of joy people tried to bottle into New Year’s Eve like it was a perfume they could wear into January.I was delighted to an extent, enjoying swaying to the music with Ethan but my gaze kept darting sideways, past his shoulder.Why? Higan. He was still watching, still standing under the same flickering lamplight, but in a twisted way that made my stomach turn, he seemed a little closer.He hadn’t moved since we last made eye contact, but somehow the space between us felt thinner. Like the crowd could part at any moment and he’d be there, right in front of me staring me down with that same contemptuous look in his eyes.Ethan noticed my tension. “He's really riling you up.”I bit my bottom lip. Ethan could feel my emotions stirring. So I really hoped he wouldn't misunderstand what they meant. I just couldn't shake the sensation of Higan’s gaze crawling along my skin.“I'm sorry,” I w
“Have you ever done this before?” he asked, a hint of hesitation playing in his tone.I tilted my head. “Gone to a town party?“He shook his head slightly. “Dressed up. Gone out with someone.”My throat tightened. Not because I didn’t have an answer, but because I did. “No,” I said honestly. “Not really.”“From moving around a lot with my parents and settling here only to be rejected and forced to stay, I couldn't really find time to dress up and go out with anyone,” I went on doing my best to keep my tone light. I didn't want to sound pitiful.Ethan didn’t say anything right away. His thumb moved over my knuckles slowly, steady.“It’s not just a party,” he said eventually. “It’s the way people watch each other. The way they pretend their new year means something new when half of them are still dragging their old regrets behind them like a second shadow.”My brows knitted softly as I tried to understand what he meant. “Poetic,” I quipped.He turned slightly toward me, his expression s
“Here, this should do,” Abigail strutted into my bedroom with clacking heels, holding up a charcoal sleeveless drop-waist dress on a hanger.She was already dressed, of course, donned in a simple tailored maroon dress that sharpened her silhouette. Her raven black hair was swept into an elegant braid and adorned with white-jade clips.I was still barefoot in front of the mirror, hair curled and pinned halfway up, mascara wand in hand, and blinking at my own reflection like I didn’t quite recognize it.The room smelled faintly of my rose toner, flat iron smoke, and the lingering pomegranate scent from the lotion I borrowed from my mom. My nerves were a separate scent, sharp and cloying, like metal and something gone sour.I stared at the dress she brought like it had teeth. “You do realize it’s winter, right?”Abigail hummed resonantly and dropped it on the bed with a careful flourish. “I'm aware but you'll live,” she asserted, turning away.I reached for the fabric on my bed, caressin
I did. Once. Then again, till the air felt right in my lungs once more. My hand had stopped its throbbing but my heart was still plagued. The dark pull at my sanity loosened, inch by inch, fading like the most huffing out my mouth as I gasped. My wolf still hovered, tense and angry, but no longer foaming in the mouth. It was only after my body stopped trembling did Abigail let me go. She stared at me like she was trying to gauge if I was still in there. “That wasn’t just your wolf,” she said quietly. “Something else was pushing through.” I nodded. I couldn’t lie. Not about this. “The doppelganger in my dreams,” I muttered, pressing my fingers to my temples. “Me?” I corrected, confused about how exactly to address her. She was a part of me after all. No. She was me. “I wanted to kill her,” I confessed, hanging my head low as I held my chest. That was the ugly truth. My desires were mine, they were not separate from myself but somehow they managed to exist as an entity outside
Snickers trickled from some groups like a leaky faucet. The spectators around us perked up with thinly veiled curiosity, whispering behind their coffee mugs.“I told you it was her, she just looks different.““... thought she died in the attack.““... returning is so brave.““That's cruel, she's already an omega.“The chattering was incessant. My panic grew. I hadn't lived through any of these humiliating episodes in the months I'd been gone yet one encounter with Tess and I was here all over again. The subject of ridicule.My jaw clenched as I stared down at my thighs, my eyes shimmered with tears of frustration. I felt it. Those old stings behind my ribs, right under my lungs, right at my heart. The bruises pressed too many times.My hands curled around the rim of my mug, fingers tingling with desperation to do something. Why didn't she just leave? Why did she have to do this here?“You really should’ve stayed wherever you disappeared to,” Tess cooed. “But I guess trash always finds
I almost laughed. Almost. Because despite the comical manner in which she said it, there was some truth to it. I would have graver things to worry about. With that in mind, I shouldn't think so much about it.So in the meantime, I settled for enjoying my coffee in my favorite coffee shop like a normal teenager. With the way things were headed, I wouldn't be getting more of those moments anymore.The entrance bell above the door chimed sharply and my gaze darted to the spot out of habit. A gust of wind swept in with it, slicing the warm cinnamon air in two.And just like that, the atmosphere cracked open. Tessandra Harris. She struted in casually, wearing her pride boldly. With her usual entourage of seasonal clones in short skirts, cashmere, tights and jackets, she cut through the shop with her presence.Her gaze sliced the room like a blade looking for someone to gut while her lips were in that perfectly upturned grin that confessed to a false kindness I'd yet to witness.And then, a