Mag-log inDerrick Waking up to Dahlia not beside me was the first pain that greeted me before my body remembered to antagonize me with my injuries. All I was left with were the lingering wisps of her vanilla scent, which by all standards wasn’t enough to quell my yearning. I tried taking a deep breath, and I immediately regretted it when my ribs overburdened my lungs, nearly squeezing me to death and catalyzing pain like exploding grenades. I had to grip my side, and that was my second mistake. The sore spot made my nerves misfire, forcing me to twitch and hiss. It was only after a couple of breaths that I decided to sit up. Who knew my body could be as heavy as a mountain when your lower half is barely receptive to any form of command? I guess I should count myself lucky that I’m still able to walk after taking that fall. Eventually, I managed to sit up after several failed attempts of straining and grunting. The reward I got was a sharp knock to my spine. At this rate, I might not get t
DahliaIf time could just freeze, I was willing to spend all of my eternity here in Derrick’s arms. Not every day do I get to be swallowed by his endearing warmth, rewarded with his tantalizing cedar wood scent that easily bullied the smell of antiseptic in the private room. With this bed barely able to contain us comfortably, one would think the logical option is for me to leave. Instead, Derrick insisted I stay by his side. If only he knew that I didn’t even have the resolve to leave in the first place. All night, we stayed glued to each other in a soulful union. His right hand clung to the small of my back. Shooting a feverish rush of energy down to my spine and protecting me from falling. But this isn’t what I loved the most. It was the rhythm of his heart knocking against my face. I have heard all kinds of music, but none of them were as flawless as the tunes Derrick’s heart sang. Thick, peaceful, and soothing in a way that chased away all of my turbulent emotions. It was the v
TeresaI failed my brother, no matter how many times anyone wants to convince me it’s not my fault. I failed Derrick, and I failed our Pack. Three major buildings burned to ashes overnight. The Pack House suffered from a gas leak, and for the other two, no one has a reasonable explanation for why it happened. Many of our Pack members now believe that we are cursed. Soon, more people will push to leave our Pack. It could get worse when they start advocating for a new Alpha. I had to shift into my wolf and run in the woods. I thought letting my wolf take the reins while I took the backseat would numb me to the pain. Instead, it made me open to its claws. In truth, I’m a coward because while I should be doing what I can to salvage the situation, here I am…running. Running because I can’t face my failures.Eventually, I shifted back to my human skin and wandered till I stopped in front of my father’s grave. My vision started to blur from the water corrupting my eyes. Whatever heaven he’s
Lancel Fear harvested the souls of Tessa’s Pack members like the scythe of a grim reaper as fire roared up to the night sky. Are we under attack? Rogues? Werewolves from the enemy Pack? The answer came charging at us as a Pack member yelled afar off. “The Pack house is burning. The Pack house is burning!” “Davies!” Tessa cracked in despair beside me, and my heart almost broke out of my chest. We left Davies with the maid in the Pack house! The winds whistled in my ears as my mate blazed past me the next second.“Tessa!” I blared breathlessly before dashing after her along with the rest of us. Just the thought of Davies getting burned by the fire terrified me to the bones. With the speed we were gearing up, it’s a miracle that our skin wasn’t tearing. Yet, this isn’t enough. Every second counts. Davies could be in grave danger. If a hair on his head is harmed, Derrick won’t forgive us. He left us here to handle the situation in the Pack because he trusts us. Unfortunately, we have
Teresa We all watched in panic mode as Lucas had Sebastian’s throat between his powerful, jagged jaws.Some of our members were silently cheering for him to finish Sebastian off. The others, including the vast majority of Sebastian’s men, were secretly hoping Lucas would choose mercy. Will Lucas really spare his life? Sebastian was intent on killing him from the beginning. He was willing to go as far as waging war on our Pack just to be Alpha. Does he really deserve mercy?What would Derrick have done? What would my father have done in this scenario?The more seconds that drifted past, the faster the answer to my raging questions eluded me. Sebastian’s whimpering became more pronounced until it eventually became the only sound traveling in the air. His legs were twitching, and his rhythmless rise and drop in his stomach all pointed to one dark truth—he was losing life. That too, at a ridiculously fast pace. Both of them had their bones cracking until they shifted back to their huma
Lucas“Dad, will you read me a bedtime story when you return tonight?” Lizzie chirped as I stood at eye level in front of her while Laila’s mother stood behind her, giving her granddaughter’s shoulders a reassuring squeeze.Lizzie is just like Laila. A face that reveals her emotions as clear as the ocean. It’s a beauty and a pain. Pain, being that right now every inch of her countenance perfectly defines one thing—worry. We made sure that she didn’t get a whiff of what’s happening tonight. But after the news of Sebastian’s arrival reached our Pack members, something in the air shifted. It’s like a cloud of depression has rained over us. Unfortunately, my daughter has become its victim. “I promise, baby,” I gave her the widest grin my lips could form while she caressed her cheek. She smiled, although it faded as soon as it came. “You promise?” She asked me again as if she could see through the contents of my heart. Frankly, the last thing I want to do is die tonight. But I know the
Derrick “Remember,” Lucas said as we walked out of my office in the Pack House, “We don’t know the enemy that attacked us, nor why they did it.” I nodded, even though it didn’t sit well with me that I had to sit down with the Pack council and lie to them. My father always taught me to treat Pack
DahliaAs I zipped up my luggage, I stood there for minutes. Staring at the bag, unable to swallow the lump of bitter truth lodged in my throat. First thing in the morning, Zahra and I are leaving this city. Zahra is excited that we are relocating to Blackvines Pack. I lied to her that we’ll be liv
Derrick“We found this across our border this morning,” Lucas carried a wooden plaque from the ground. There was a writing on it covered in blood,‘We are coming for you.’I collected the plaque from him and sniffed the writing to ascertain if it was human blood or if it belonged to an animal. Sadl
Derrick“Mr. Wolfsborne,” Zahra’s school secretary called behind me. “Zahra,” she pointed to the little girl she had brought from her class. “Deweek?” Zahra’s brows knitted together in confusion as she reviewed me from my messy hair, to my bandaged cheek, and down to the box of chocolate I was ho







