Masuk“Sometimes, I don't know what gets over you.” Keyleth murmured, ruffling the bundle of my blonde hair as she passed by and came into my view. I ignored her and directed my attention to the female who had walked in with her. Stella stood at my side, her red hair loosened from its usual braids and made to drop down her back. My eyes trailed from the ember of her irises to the freckles sprayed across her nose. My eyes squinted as I stared at them intensely, itching to count how many she had.But she was currently standing above me as I held my recently bleeding nose. Dropping the hand, I lifted the corners of my lips in what I hoped to be a decent smile.“It was just a simple…duel with Father,” I winced when I moved my right arm from the position it was. “Nothing more.”Keyleth snorted, folding her arms against her chest. My eyes bounced from her to Stella who stood beside her.“You look…different.” I observed, resisting the urge to let my eyes trail down her. Stella lifted a shoulder i
“You're getting sloppy Oliver,” Vincent observed, tossing a dark-steeled blade at my head. I sidestepped it easily, lifting my fists in front of me. We moved around each other, with him evading most of the jabs I threw at him and me, well, getting my ass beat.I spat out the blood that had pooled in my mouth, the punch he'd given me nearly dislocating my jaw.Vincent eyed me, the corner of his lips lifting in a smirk. He took a step back, his brown hair catching the light. My eyes trailed down his features now that he wasn't in my face beating the hell out of me.His beard had gotten fuller since the last time we met, nearly filling out the entirety of his chin up to the side of his face. I flexed my fingers at my side, before clenching them and lifting my chin.Cobalt blue eyes met mine, and I noticed the way his eyes squinted when I reached down to unstrap the blade I had at the corner of my boot.We'd gone through this more times than I could count. Vincent had been correcting my f
Sunlight filtered through the transparent ceiling, the sound of birds chirping driving the urge to fall asleep in the quiet space. My eyes fluttered as I sat up, unfolding the arms I had crossed against my chest. The garden was beautiful, the way it always was. Multiple plants grazed flower pots, vines hanging and stretching from every angle around me. I sat at the center of the entire space, a wooden bench with a back support underneath me and a satchel of different seeds I'd brought to plant.But instead, I'd decided to take a seat and just admire the garden’s beauty. And nearly falling right off the fucking bench trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. My heartbeat quickened slightly and I sat up, throwing the satchel up and letting it fall right back into my open palm. My ears perked up, the sound of rustling making me stiffen. I turned in time to see someone strolling into the garden.It was Keyleth.Stray vines tangled around her arms, clawing at her skin. She push
-ARIAS- A frown formed on my face and I hummed, “What gave that away?” Japheth’s pressed his brown eyes into horizontal slits, as he folded his arms against his chest. “You can't just go around barging into packs that don't belong to you.” I raised an eyebrow at him, “You're not wrong,” a pause, my attention momentarily shifting from him to the door behind him. “But you’re not right either.” “Wha—” Japheth sputtered but kept shut when I walked past him, unstrapping a tiny blade at the side of the pants I wore. “I was drawn to Valeras.” I said all of a sudden, letting the words dawn on him before moving to push the door open. My lips pressed into a thin line as I gazed at the open hallway. It was empty just outside the door. Strange, because I could have sworn I felt something. With furrowed brows, I turned to meet Japheth's lifted ones. “What's it?” “Nothing,” my head shook sideways. “I thought there was someone there.” Japheth's curious look did not mask the irrita
-ARIAS-I felt the muscles on my back bulge, water dripping down my elbows. My body was still steaming from the high temperature water in the bathroom. Hands gripping the table I stood in front to see my reflection in front of the mirror.I was the same Arias. Arias Thorne.And somehow, it didn't feel good to be stared at the way wolvens did. It didn't feel good to be surrounded by female wolvens again. It never felt too good to begin with, but it was enough to fill my hollow being.My fingers dug deeper into the edge I held on to, as I gritted my teeth together. There had been no news of attack when I stepped foot back in Shadowfen.They'd welcomed me back with open arms, with beaming faces. Faces I was yet to notice any that was untrue.“Fuck,” I whispered, pushing off the mirror and walking into my bedroom. At the center of my room were a bunch of papers stacked on top on another. The paperworks were always the same.I'd asked them to be brought to my room the moment Japheth had b
“Explain this!” Father's voice boomed across the throne room. He was still in his daily attire when we met him, his eyes wild. He'd stared at the both of us with confusion and then, the next minute he was racing towards me to check all over for cuts or injuries.Arias had explained to him what occured at the hallway, and he was vibrating with so much fury, I was certian he'd shift.But he didn't.Instead, he calmed himself and sent for the guards. They’d walked into the room dumfounded, and unable to answer father's questions.Father shoved his hand into his hair, then pulled it down his face. They were no longer in their usual braids, flowing down his back in thick dark waves.“Father,” I finally spoke up when the guard he was questioning was close to sprinting out of the room, consequences be damned.“I don't think you understand the enormity of this, Olivier!” Father snapped, his eyes blazing with fury and just beneath, I saw it.The fear that radiated from his entire being.He hel







