FAZER LOGINEmily’s Point of View THE NIGHT AIR wrapped around me like ice as I stepped outside, every nerve alive and screaming. The street was quiet, the air oddly still, but I knew I wasn’t imagining the presence that had frozen me in place moments ago. There, near the old oak tree far from the street light, a figure stood perfectly still, head slightly tilted. My chest constricted and my stomach rolled, but I forced my feet forward anyway. I needed to be brave right now, brave enough to put an end to all of this. But as I approached I noticed that it wasn’t the red mask as I expected. It wasn’t the fear inspiring red ghoul costume either. The shadows shifted, the streetlight catching him just right, and my heart stopped at the face standing before me. Eren. No jersey. No captain’s air of untouchable authority. Just him. He wore a dark hoodie, pulled up, barely able to cover up his messy hair, eyes sharp and stormy. His hands shoved deep into his pockets like he didn't know what to do wi
Emily's Point Of View It was game time. The Princeton stadium was already alive when we arrived. Everyone going to Princeton was here, even students from Rutgers University came to watch. No one would dare to miss this. This was the greatest football rivalry known in our college history.The roar of students, alumni, and fans rolled through the stands in endless waves, shaking the metal railings beneath my hands. Black and silver banners fluttered everywhere, and the Princeton Wolves’ logo loomed proudly on the massive screen above the field, and the Rutgers Knights silver helmet and swords logo loomed on the other.This wasn’t just another football game.This was Princeton versus Rutgers.Everyone wanted to witness who would come out a victor in this match.A rivalry that went back generations. A rivalry built on bruises, broken pride, and unforgettable victories. This game wasn’t about rankings or statistics—it was about dominance.Stephanie, Cameron and I met Willow in the crowd.
Emily's Point Of View THE DAYS HAVE BEEN brushing by hazily, and all I can say is I've been surviving.Surviving day by day since Eren decided I didn't exist to him. Since he decided that I didn't matter and our friendship was nothing to him.I must admit my heart was broken into a million pieces on that day, and I know I said I would eventually get better but I don't think that time will be coming soon. Especially not while having to watch him in the arms of a different girl every single day.Yeah, so basically Eren Blackwood officially opened up business in being Princeton full-time playboy and every girl on campus was interested in being one of his play things. Every day he was showing off a new girl in my face. I wonder what he was trying to prove, did it make him feel good hurting me and pretending like I never existed.Well on the plus, Eren and the tons of girls he has been swapping has been the only talk on campus. Everyone literally forgot and moved on from their hate for me
Emily’s Point of ViewI DIDN’T STOP moving until the walls closed around me.Thank goodness the campus bathroom was empty, I didn't want anyone to watch me break. Its fluorescent lights buzzing faintly above, reflecting too harshly against the pale tiles. I stumbled into the far stall, shut the door, and pressed my back against the cold metal. My breath came ragged, my chest heaving as if I had run miles instead of a few frantic steps across campus.The silence inside the stall was unbearable. It was a silence that pressed in, demanding I face it. Demanding I face what had just happened.My hands shook as I lowered myself onto the seat, books clattering to the floor beside me. The moment I heard the sound, the dam broke.The tears came hot, burning my cheeks as they spilled. I pressed my palms to my eyes, but it did nothing to stop the flood. The image of him, standing there, laughing with those girls, eyes cold when he looked at me—replayed over and over in my mind. Each time it hit
***Chapter soundtrack Soon you'll get better by Taylor Swift ft Dixie chicks***Emily’s Point of ViewTHE RINGTONE CUT through the quiet morning like a silver bell, sharp against the hush my room walls.My eyes blinked open, heavy with fatigue, and for a moment I thought I had dreamt it. But the phone buzzed again across the nightstand, insistent.When I saw the name, my heart jolted.It was my brother, Peter.It's been a while since I heard from him. I didn't inform him about anything happening since he left. Not about the attack in the alley, the threat notes, the hunters and not even about the Elders summoning Eren.No matter how many times I stared at his number for minutes, contemplating whether I should call him or not, I couldn't do it. I didn't need him worrying about me even though I really needed his support more than anything, especially right now with Eren gone.I pressed accept. “Hey, big brother.”There was a soft crackle on the line, followed by a laugh I had memorized
Eren’s Point of ViewTHE FIRST BREATH of free air cut like shards of glass in my lungs.I was released from the Elders chamber carved from stone and silver, a chamber that stank of old blood and ancient cruelty. Well Reyna set me free as an act of mercy, there was no way the Elders would just let me leave without making me bow my head, or worse dead and she knew that. I had no reason why she would help me but I was thankful. I didn't know how much more torture my wolf could take.But the worst part wasn’t the pain. I could survive pain. I always managed to keep living all my life in pain.It was the silence between the torture, when they whispered the truths I tried to ignore.She is your weakness.You risked your life for her.Emily will be the end of you.I thought I had learned to shut them out, to bury their voices under the growl of my wolf, but I knew there were unspoken truths in their words. My wolf was still snarling somewhere inside me, restless, half-wild from the torment.







