The sweet scent of gardenia flowers wafted through the air as I stepped out of my room, the ceremony's chaotic energy still lingering in my mind. I didn't realize that seeing my former family would affect me so much. I couldn't sleep without replaying the whole night over and over in my head. My tho
Dr. Mitchell's eyes bore into me, and I felt a shudder run down my spine. She seemed satisfied with just a simple glance, offering no taunts or aggression towards me. Instead, she turned away without another word, leaving the training grounds alongside Alex. Wasn't that how she always was, though? S
Alex I could hear raised voices coming from Dr. Mitchell’s office. I came back to speak with Dr. Mitchell because of Kailani's response to her. I felt that there was something between the two that wasn’t good. Kailani. She wasn’t just a sister to me. She meant more to me than I initially realiz
I tossed and turned in my bed, the doctor's words echoing in my mind. My heart raced as I contemplated the possibility of suddenly dying because I no longer had a wolf. Dr. Mitchell had said with cold certainty, "A werewolf without its wolf is only living a half-existence. You can't live without y
The rain fell relentlessly against the window, each drop a sharp reminder of the cold reality I had been trying to avoid. Dr. Mitchell had told me to wait on her call, and I was okay after a few days, but it had been weeks now since the last time we spoke. I couldn't shake the fear and anxiety that
Terry A mixture of anticipation and pride coursed through me as I stood among the cheering crowd, watching the Warrior tryouts from an elevated platform. This year, my pack, the Black Fang, sponsored the event, a testament to our growing influence and power. My father had passed on the honor of attending in his place, as I would soon take over as Alpha. Despite the responsibility weighing heavily on my shoulders, I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight of the fierce battles unfolding before me. "I didn't expect to see you here, Terry," a familiar voice called out from behind me. I turned, and there was Alex, the Alpha Heir of the Blood Rose Pack. My blood ran cold; his presence was unexpected and unwelcome. It was the first time his pack had entered the tournament, which was surprising considering their reputation for ruthlessness. "Have you given up being an Alpha Heir and finally acknowledged that you would be a worthless Alpha?" I taunted, my voice dripping with disdain.
The weight of my own exhaustion presses down on me like the gravity of a dozen moons. It's unbelievable that I have reached the final rounds; I am currently gasping for air and struggling to regain my composure. My muscles scream in protest as I reach for another swig from the bottle. The cool liquid offers temporary relief, washing away the metallic taste of adrenaline that lingers in my mouth. "Hey," a voice calls out, pulling me from my moment of respite. My gaze snaps up to find Noah, the guy who placed #12, standing before me. I instantly notice his warm, sunny disposition and the way his eyes seem to sparkle like stars whenever he looks at me. It's both endearing and unnerving. "You were really awesome out there." "Uh, thanks." My voice falters, unsure of how to process his compliment. I've never been one to get attention or praise outside of my pack, especially from someone like him. "I didn't think I'd make it this far." "Neither did I," Noah admits, flashing me a disarming
There was applause and cheers as Dr. Mitchell stepped onto the stage to stand next to Terry, her face unreadable behind a professional mask. Everyone knew her as this elite doctor, but I knew her as the doctor who mutilated me. I forced a smile onto my face, joining in with the clapping. I couldn't let anyone know my true feelings. "Congratulations, everyone," Dr. Mitchell said. "You've all fought hard to get here. Now, you have one month to prepare for the final rounds. You'll be living together and training at the academy during that time. But first, return to your packs and gather your belongings for the month ahead. We will reconvene here later for the celebratory banquet." With that, we were dismissed, the sound of excited chatter filling the air as we walked back to the parking lot. I felt a chill run down my spine as Dr. Mitchell's eyes met mine briefly before she turned away to speak with someone else. As we returned to our packs, I couldn't help but feel uneasy about the s