LOGINWe are getting closer to the truth. But sometimes the truth we search for is closer than we think… closer than we’re ready for. If Aria ever finds the wolf who bit her that night… will she still choose answers first? Let me know what you think in the comments.
I let out a bitter laugh. “That’s all he ever was to you, wasn’t it?”Silence.“And now you expect me to be the same?” I asked.His eyes sharpened. “You are the same. You have a duty to this pack and the pack comes first. Your position as the next Alpha comes first.”The certainty in his voice made
Kai.By the time I reached the mansion, my hands were still shaking.I killed the engine of my motocycle, the sound echoing too loudly in the quiet driveway. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just sat there, gripping the handlebars, trying to steady my breathing.Aria’s face flashed in my mind.Those g
“I need to know,” he muttered. “I need to know why—”“Kai, please—”“I need to talk to my father.”That stopped me as the fear clouded my head again and I reached towards him but he was already moving toward the kitchen counter and looking for his keys.Panic surged through me.I rushed forward and
Aria.I couldn’t stop staring at Kai..Even after Riko finished reading, even after the brawl between both of them, those words felt like they were still echoing in my head. Noah’s voice lingered in them, soft, tired, and apologetic and it made my chest ache in a way I didn’t know how to process.I
Riko laughed, but there was no humor in it.“Want to know why?”He stepped closer, his voice turning sharp.“Because I look like him.”My stomach twisted.“The same man who beats her,” he said. “The same man who—”He cut himself off for a second, jaw tightening before forcing the words out anyway.“
And suddenly all the voices I had buried at the back of my mind got louder.The whispers from the team. The disappointment of the pack. The look of failure, weakness and defeat.I heard them everywhere.Failure. Weak. Not good enough.Father said it. He claimed I was nothing but a mere disappointmen
Kai.I missed the target again by less than an inch. It still wasn’t good enough.Again.The smell of gunpowder clung to the air inside the underground range, thick and bitter, mixed with the damp scent of concrete and old oil. My arms ached from holding the rifle steady for hours. My fingers were s
AriaBy Tuesday, I forced myself back into school because Mrs Holt was not buying my sickness.The corridors felt louder than usual, like everyone had something to whisper and nowhere else to put it. I kept my head down as I walked in beside Maya. “Okay, forget all the drama for a second,” she said
I exhaled slowly and ran my hand through my hair.I couldn’t lie to her. “Yes,” I said. “It has ended.”Her eyes flickered, calculating.“I have not released any formal statement,” I added. “Neither has my family, nor hers. I would appreciate it if this remained private for now.”She nodded immediat
I blinked hard and forced myself upright.My ears rang and I raised the rifle again with shaking fingers, trying to ignore the sting, trying to focus through the dull pulse spreading behind my eye.I fired.The shot went wide, farther from the target and my father let out a short, sharp breath throu







