LOGINBetsy's POVI felt the eerie weight that had trailed us all the way from school still sitting inside the car as it stopped in front of the residence. The whole ride home had been excruciatingly silent. Drake had driven without saying a word, his eyes glued on the road as though nothing else existed. In the front seat, Nick had kept quiet, his serious expression turned outward at the window, unreadable to me. Even Harmony, who usually found something to laugh at, kept remarkably still.It made the brief journey seem much longer than it actually was.Drake marched straight for the home, oblivious to our departure from the vehicle. He didn't even look my way. Just that made my chest tighten since Drake never treated me with that degree of coldness.For a moment, I stood there watching him vanish inside.Something was obviously amiss.Ahead of me, Harmony had already ascended the stairs as we entered the house. Nick followed silently behind her. Thinking, I lingered close to the doorway f
Betsy's POVI was not even mindful of how long it had been.One moment Maxwell and I were conversing about anything, staring across from one another in the canteen, the next the space had turned eerily silent.Through the enormous windows, the afternoon light poured over the empty tables, creating long shadows.Maxwell was the first to notice it.He stopped midway through our chat and glanced about carefully.“Well,” he responded with a tiny chuckle, “I suppose we just busted a record.”I looked around. Practically every table nearby had no people on it.Usually present in the canteen during lunch hours, the noise had completely vanished. The gentle humming of the air conditioner and the faraway rattling of utensils in the kitchen were the only sounds left.I gazed around in surprise.“Wait… where did everyone go?Maxwell rested back in his chair, folding his arms easily.“I was thinking the same thing.”I turned my gaze toward the big clock on the wall.My eyes widened. “Oh no.”I gr
Drake's POVI just looked at Nick straight.We were silent for a few moments. Still resounding in my head were his words, and I had difficulty responding the way I typically would.The weird part was that he was not wrong. And the way he said it with that cool assurance indicated something significant to me.Nick wasn't guessing. He knew.Turning away from him for a minute, I took a long breath and rubbed the back of my neck.Watching my response closely, Nick leaned easily against the bench next to me.“You are remarkably quiet”, he said.“Because you merely dropped something massive on me”, I replied.Nick shrugged a little. “Did I?” He asked.I turned my head and stared at him once again.You described it as if it were the most natural occurrence on earth.Nick gave a little smirk. “Well… isn't it?” He asked.I shook my head a little. You make it sound easy.Nick crossed his arms. “Then tell me I am mistaken”.I stared at him a moment longer before finally sighing.“I cannot keep h
Drake's POVI never imagined myself to be the kind of person who followed someone just to see who they were chatting with.Still, I was doing precisely that.The morning began as usual. Classes, students crammed the hallways, the usual slamming of lockers, and chatter. Everything seemed the same as any other school day from the outside.For me, nevertheless, nothing seemed natural.Something had been bothering me ever since yesterday's car chat with Betsy.The manner in which she continued asking about Maxwell.How she attempted to conceal it by claiming she was merely interested in me.Betsy was someone I knew well enough to distinguish when she was trying to avoid a question and when she was actually being truthful.Yesterday she had turned away from it.I found that really offensive.So today, I decided differently than I typically would by concentrating on something besides training.I had to witness everything firsthand.Earlier that morning, that was why I walked into the rink a
Drake's POVI knew my father didn't summon people into his study for trivial events.Thus, when the guard informed me earlier that my father wanted to see me there, I was already ready for a serious talk.Mostly concerning the pack. Or, the league.Nonetheless, the never-ending obligations he had been steering toward me recently.But when I came into the study and glanced at the pile of papers strewn over his desk, I realized something else.My dad wasn't looking through the pack reports.He was going over corporate records.I closed the door behind me and went fully inside the room.“You wanted to see me,” I said quietly.My father did not turn around right away. Before carefully setting it down on the desk, he completed the page in front of him.“Yes,” he answered.I came up close to the massive desk and stopped.“Is it about the pack?”For a brief moment, he was silent.Then he shook his head and leaned back in his chair.“No.”That took me aback.Generally, when he summoned me int
Author's POVWith a serene stillness, night gently descended upon the mansion and the surrounding gardens. Soft lights from the windows lay across the grass, and the faint leaf rustling permeated the air.But not everyone felt composed within the home.Betsy was perched on the edge of her bed upstairs, her phone lightly in her hand. She hadn't even bothered to switch on the screen.Her mind drifted distantly.The talk she had in the car earlier that day kept circling her thoughts.Drake talked about the brawl that happened at training, his voice measured but somewhat frustrated as he talked about the new player who kept hitting him throughout the game.Maxwell.The name caused Betsy to frown somewhat.The Maxwell she had conversed with at school seemed nothing like the sort of person Drake described.He had acted gently. One who thoughtfully picked his words before speaking.During practice, Drake had sounded absolutely confident that Maxwell was trying to provoke him.Betsy sighed so







