登入Things happening around my pack lately have started raising questions I cannot answer.Too many things no longer make sense.And I know one thing for sure, I need to be careful.I sit at my desk, flipping slowly through my mother’s journal again.Growing up, we all thought she was losing her mind. The strange things she said. The stories no one understood. The way she would stare into space and speak as if she knew things the rest of us did not.But now? I am starting to wonder if we were all wrong.Because the deeper I read, the more pieces begin falling into place.Like she knew something she never got the chance to say out loud.Or maybe something she chose to take to her grave.A knock at my door pulls me from my thoughts.I pause immediately.Before the person even steps inside, Troy’s familiar scent reaches me.I already know why he is here.That damn potion, they have been forcing me to take.Something about it has never sat right with me.At first, I drank it without question.
I stifle the scream threatening to tear out of me.My eyes widen so fast they almost hurt, darting wildly around as panic crashes through my body. My heart pounds so hard it feels like it might burst straight out of my chest.Then I smell Pine and Cold rain. And something sharp underneath, like clean steel and smoke. The scent feels strangely familiar.Before I can even think, I spin around too quickly and slam straight into a hard chest.I let out a sharp gasp escape me from the impact. For a second, my soul practically leaves my body. All I want is to get the hell out of here.I do not even know why I ignored every warning screaming inside my head. I should have listened to myself. I should have turned back the moment my instincts told me to leave.But no. My stupid curiosity kept dragging me deeper into this place. And now here I am, trapped with too many questions clawing at my mind.Who was that boy?What ritual?Why was he hidden away?Slowly, I raise my knee, ready to hit whoev
VeraMy jaw practically drops when curiosity pulls me closer to the person lying on the bed.He looks… fragile.The first thing I notice is how pale he is, almost like the color has been drained from his body completely. Dark shadows sit heavily beneath his eyes, making his face look sunken. His lips are dry and cracked, and his cheeks are hollow like he has not eaten properly in weeks.Thin veins stand out faintly against his pale skin, spreading across his neck like dark roots beneath glass. Even the rise and fall of his chest looks uneven, each breath slow and strained, as though breathing itself hurts.Something about the sight makes my chest tighten. I do not even know him, yet my heart aches for him.He does not move or make a sound, but I can feel his eyes following me with every step I take. His face shifts slightly, almost struggling to keep me in view.The room is quiet. Only the soft beeping of machines fills the silence.I stop in the middle of the room, staring at all the
VeraRhoda isn’t around.She’s probably off doing one of her endless chores around the pack house.Over the past few days, we’ve somehow grown close. Not in a way that makes me spill my life story, but enough that her presence feels… comforting.Still, there are moments when something twists painfully inside my chest. 𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 strange feeling.Like something is happening behind my back. Something I should know.But every time I try to make sense of it, the thought slips away before I can hold onto it.So I stopped trying. Maybe I’m just overthinking. Maybe after years of things going wrong, I no longer know how to trust peace when it finally comes.Because for the first time in a very long time, life feels… 𝚝𝚘𝚘 easy. And a small part of me keeps waiting for it to disappear. For someone to remind me I was never meant to have nice things.I let out a slow breath and pushed the thought away. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚏resh air. I slip out of bed and slide my feet into my sand
She stares at me for what feels like forever, and my chest tightens because I can’t believe I actually let those words slip out. One wrong move and everything we planned could fall apart.“You didn’t fucking deny it, Damon,” she says quietly, but the shock in her voice cuts deeper than yelling ever could.She shakes her head like she’s trying to wake herself up from a nightmare. “There is nothing you can tell me that’ll change my mind. You’re already fucking her, aren’t you? Eating her pussy while I’m here looking stupid.”“Katrina—”“No.” She steps back before I can touch her. “Don’t even start. We’ve been in this shit together from the beginning, and now you want to leave me for her?”My stomach twists hard. The words hit me like a punch to the throat.“We have a son together, Damon,” she says, her eyes wide and glassy. “Or did you suddenly forget that too?”Something is wrong. I can see it in the way she’s breathing too fast, in the way her hands keep trembling at her sides. She lo
I don’t know why Katrina can’t follow one simple instruction.Stay the fuck away from Vera.That’s all she has to do until everything we planned finally falls into place, but no. Katrina always pushes. Always finds a way to appear where she isn’t wanted.The first time she confronts Vera at the supermarket, I warn her clearly never to try that shit again.I make sure she understands me.So why the hell is she here again?I glance toward Vera and instantly notice the change in her expression. She’s trying to stay calm, but I can see the tension sitting in her shoulders and the uncertainty flickering in her eyes.Honestly, if I were in her position, I’d feel uneasy too.There’s something about Katrina’s stare tonight that feels wrong.Possessive.Desperate.Like she’s forcing herself not to say something dangerous.Then a thought suddenly crosses my mind.Did she see me kissing Vera earlier?I quickly shove the thought away.Even if she did, it shouldn’t matter.Everything between Vera a







