LOGINKrista *Serah hugged the pillow dramatically against herself. “But seriously,” she said, eyes sparkling again, “what do you think happened?”I sighed and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. “I think,” I said carefully, “that whatever happened between Laurel and Jacob is none of my business.”Even as I said it, my thoughts betrayed me again. Because despite every warning I gave myself, despite knowing I should stay far away from whatever storm was brewing between them, my mind continued circling the same question over and over. What exactly had Jacob told Laurel?The question stayed with me throughout the morning.No matter what I did, no matter what task occupied my hands, my thoughts kept circling back to the same thing over and over again.What exactly could have happened between Jacob and Laurel badly enough for Laurel to destroy his room and move out of the manor altogether? Even after Serah finally left my room to return to her duties, the thought lingered stubbornly at the
Krista*I woke to the persistent sensation of someone tapping lightly against my arm. At first, I tried to ignore it. I buried my face deeper into the pillow, dragging the blanket higher over my shoulder with a grumble. The bed was warm, the room cool from the early morning air drifting through the curtains, and after the emotionally exhausting day I had yesterday, sleep had claimed me deeply.The tapping came again. “Krista,” a voice whispered urgently. “Kristaaa.”With immense reluctance, I cracked one eye open. Serah hovered over me, her eyes practically glowing with excitement. I blinked at her blearily before turning my head toward the window. Pale dawn light barely filtered through the curtains. The sun had not properly risen yet.Groaning, I looked back at her. “Serah,” I muttered hoarsely, “why in the Goddess’s name are you waking me up at this hour?”There were soap suds still clinging to her forearms and even one streak near her elbow as if she had abandoned whatever washin
Jacob*Luke’s eyes widened. Immediately, he shook his head.“No,” he said quickly though his gaze betrayed him almost instantly by darting right back toward the bowl. “It’s your food.” The answer was polite enough that I suspected Krista’s influence immediately.I leaned back slightly in my chair. “I’m quite full already,” I lied smoothly. “And if you won’t take it, I’ll just have the leftovers fed to that stray cat prowling around the manor.”At the mention of the cat, Luke’s expression changed at once. His small brows furrowed seriously as though weighing the morality of allowing perfectly good chicken to go to an animal. Then, shyly, he reached for the bowl. “Thank you,” he murmured.I pushed the spoon toward him as well. Luke smiled faintly before digging in with considerably less restraint than he had shown with the cheese. I watched him eat in silence, strangely content. The boy really was easy company. There was none of the stiffness children often displayed around me once the
Jacob*At once, the others followed his lead in a scattered chorus.“Good evening, Alpha.”“Alpha Jacob.”“Good evening, sir.”I waved absentmindedly at them, too tired to stand on ceremony. “Is there anything you can whip up for me?”The portly servant brightened immediately, looking almost delighted to be useful. “Yes, Alpha! There’s chicken broth left, and fresh bread as well. We’ll get it ready at once.”I nodded and stepped further into the kitchen. That was when I noticed the small figure seated at the servant’s table tucked into the corner of the room. Luke sat perched on one of the benches, happily munching away on bread and cheese with a large cup of milk beside him. His feet swung idly beneath the table as he ate, completely absorbed in his meal and blissfully unaware of my entrance.The sight of him made something inside me ease unexpectedly. Without even realizing it, I smiled. Perhaps it was because he looked so utterly content sitting there, cheeks puffed with bread and
Jacob*I watched silently as Tamsin, head of my household staff, took in the sight of my room with nary a word, though her lips pursed ever so slightly as she stepped carefully over shattered glass and splintered wood. Her gaze moved from the overturned furniture to the ruined curtains hanging crookedly from their rods before she bent to right one of the armchairs Laurel had sent flying across the room earlier.I understood her expression perfectly. The room looked like a warzone. One of the windows remained cracked from Laurel driving the broken table leg into it, and the cold evening breeze slipped into the room through the fractures, stirring the curtains weakly.Tamsin straightened the armchair with the same composure she approached everything with, but I did not miss the careful look she cast around the room again afterward. It wasn’t fearful exactly but more thoughtful than anything else. She had likely spent years managing household disasters, but I doubted many of them involv
Jacob*My chambers looked as though a cyclone had torn through them. Broken wood littered the floor and glass glittered everywhere. The curtains hung crookedly and my desk had been reduced to chaos.Very few things had escaped Laurel’s anger intact. I looked at her steadily through the destruction. Then, in a voice as dangerous and still as a deep river, I asked her, “Are you done?”Laurel bared her teeth at me as a snarl ripped from her throat. “I’m just beginning.”And in her eyes, I saw it not merely anger or hurt but violence. There was a naked desire to pummel mewith her fists, an undisguised wish that it had been my skull she shattered instead of the furniture around us. Even after her rampage, that fury inside her remained utterly undoused.My anger still burned hot inside my chest, but alongside it, exhaustion had begun to settle in. Without raising my voice, I said, “It’s obvious we need a break from each other.”The words seemed to hit her harder than if I had shouted. For
Krista *I set the basket down and knelt by the water, scooping some up in my hands and letting it run through my fingers. The coolness of it sent a shiver up my spine, and I smiled faintly. This stream, this place—it would always be a part of me, no matter where we went.After a moment, I stood a
Krista*Luke felt so small and warm in my arms as I lifted him from the couch, his steady breaths brushing against my neck as I held him close. Every instinct in me screamed to keep him there, cradled against my chest, where no one could take him from me. I moved carefully, each step deliberate, s
Jacob*Pushing myself to my feet, I dusted off the dirt and leaves that clung to my clothes. The tension that had coiled tightly in my chest began to unwind as I stepped away from the maple tree, following the trail the boy had left behind.As I walked, a thought stirred in the back of my mind. H
Jacob*Laurel’s raw sobs ripped through the air, sending an uneasy chill down my spine. Her cries cut through the silence of the grove like a knife. I stood frozen, watching as one of the elders, a woman whose name I couldn’t even remember through my shock, entered the grove and wrapped Laurel in







