LOGINI grew up in the pack, and I’ve never stepped out of our town, so seeing the city for the first time feels refreshing and intimidating in equal measure. The city is not a far cry from the town. They’re actually pretty similar, like the pack is a mini version of the city, only louder, busier, and mor
PART FOUR“Why do you always wear black?”“Isn’t black too much of a stretch?” Rome smirks as he answers my question with one of his. We’re lying down on my bed, facing each other. He’s in a casual crewneck long-sleeve black t-shirt, and my fingers trace his pecs through the shirt as we talk about n
Wouldn’t it have been better if I had told her that he spoke to me and said he would come back in two years?Wouldn’t it have been better if I had told her that the guys found out about her sleepwalking? That I had no way to control it, but it happened?Wouldn’t it have spared her the heartbreak, th
Remy and I reappear out of the shadows in the foyer of a large house, not a second after we left King’s place.I know I should be thinking about the fact that I just umbraported, something I shouldn’t be able to do, something I don’t think even Remy can do, or maybe she can.I know I should go looki
What if I did sneak out?“This is so messed up, you know?” My dad sighs, and for a moment, I feel bad. What right do I have to be mad at him for telling them? It’s not like I outright came out and told him not to tell anyone. I just thought we had an unspoken agreement not to, and he knew I wasn’t c
BetrayalShameFearThese emotions are warring inside me as I lie here, each one fighting for dominance, each one savagely scratching its way to the surface and dripping down my face as tears.How could they?How could he?!I must have fallen asleep at King’s place after the movie. Ever since I star
RICHFIELDWe eat, drink, and make small talk until there’s no food to keep our mouths busy, and nothing to talk about to keep me stalling.It’s not that I don’t want to tell them what’s going on, because after the shitshow the beginning of the night was, I owe them that much. It’s just that it feels
“Well, maybe she went out for some fresh air. She could be at her friend’s place, no need to wo…”“She’s not! She’s gone. I have to find her.”“Dammit! Where are you?” I hear movement and conversation in his background, but I can’t pay attention.“I’m looking for her.”“No, where exactly are you?”“
“I’ll figure it out then?” I shrug the best I can in this impossible position I’m in.“Figure it out now, right now.”“What?” He’s joking. No one makes decisions like these under pressure. But when I tell him that, he doesn’t even seem to care.“If you can’t come up with something you want to do for
RICHFIELDWas I too late?Is she dead?Why isn’t she moving?I don’t know when I moved or how I managed to get to Austin, but I’m on my knees and holding Mars before I even register that I’ve moved. She’s perfectly still, but her chest is moving. It’s moving up and down, and I’m intently focused on







