INICIAR SESIÓNChapter 117: Leon's Secrets.~ Gwen ~I walked into the kitchen, entirely checked out as I pulled a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator. I unscrewed the cap, taking a slow sip as his parting words echoed in my head.“I’m an outcast.”“It will be a whole lot better once I finally manage to avenge their deaths. They killed them in cold blood, Gwen.”"Who on earth could have murdered his parents like that?" I mused aloud to the empty kitchen, staring blankly at the countertop.Right then, the sharp, sudden ring of the front doorbell shattered the quiet house. I snapped out of my thoughts, my head turning instantly toward the entryway. I glanced down at my wristwatch, checking the time. Aunt Anne wasn't scheduled to return home from her business trip until tomorrow afternoon.Letting out a quiet sigh, I walked down the short hallway, unlocked the heavy wooden door, and pulled it open.Standing on the porch was Scott Underwood, wearing his sharp police uniform."Oh, hello, Mr. Under
Chapter 116: Leon's Secrets.~ Gwen ~"You are an outcast?" I repeated, my eyes locked on his face. I stared at him, unable to mask the sheer surprise that his admission had triggered."Yes, I am," Leon responded softly, his usual confident tone dropping into something much quieter, almost weary."But how is that even possible?" I pressed, trying to wrap my head around the revelation."Didn't you explain to me before that outcasts are werewolves who intentionally break the absolute rules established by the pack?""Yes, that's exactly what they are," he nodded, looking down at his sneakers."So...what happened?" I asked, keeping my voice entirely cautious. "Did you actually break your own pack's laws?""I did," he told me bluntly."Why would you do something like that?" I asked, my curiosity taking over."There is a lot of history you need to understand, Gwen," he began, turning his head so his metallic grey eyes met mine fully."Then tell me. I’m listening," I insisted, leaning closer
Chapter 115: Revealed Secrets.~ Gwen ~"Both," he replied bluntly. "But mostly to other werewolves.""Why on earth would a werewolf want to purchase something that is literally a deadly poison to their own kind?" I asked, completely confused by the logic."I assume some of them buy it for an extreme form of self-defense, or as leverage," Leon sighed, running a hand over his face. "Honestly, I don't ask many questions. I just provide the supply, and they hand over the cash." He paused, looking out toward the main path. "But the last time I attempted to make a handoff, the campus security and local deputies caught me in the act. They confiscated the entire batch of wolfsbane, and I ended up sitting in a cell at the police department for two solid days before my folks finally came through with the bail money. That’s the real reason you haven't seen my face on campus for a while."I let out a heavy, stressed sigh, looking at him with genuine concern. "But Leon, you had to know that traff
Chapter 114: Revealed Secrets.~ Gwen ~"Yates is acting incredibly weird today. Did you see the way he just completely shut down and bolted?" Elodie asked, turning her head to watch Jerome jog across the grass to catch up with the retreating hockey captain."Yes, I did," I replied, forcing a look of mild puzzlement onto my face. "It was honestly so strange.""Come on, let's go find Gideon," she said, pulling on my arm.I nodded and followed her lead. In reality, the main reason I had agreed to tag along with Elodie to meet her boyfriend in the first place was because my calculations told me we would cross paths with Yates. I wanted to see the look on his face after last night, to ensure my plan was actively working its way under his skin.We located Gideon near the entrance of the athletic wing and made our way over to the campus cafe. We spent a good hour sitting by the windows, drinking coffee and making casual conversation. Once the small talk started to loop, I excused myself fro
Chapter 113: The Guilt.~ Yates ~I looked over at my best friend, feeling a sudden wave of appreciation. "I'm sorry, man. I guess I just got a sudden case of cold feet.""Hey, it happens to the best of us. We're good," he said with an easy smile."We're good," I nodded, clearing my throat."Come on, let's get back out there and finish the session. Coach Red is going to slide into the box any minute now, and we need to show him we’ve mastered those new breakaway moves," he said, standing up and settling his helmet back into place."Yeah, let's do it," I agreed, reaching for my gear. "Hey, Jerome?"He paused, turning back toward the bench. "Yeah?""Thanks, man. I really needed to hear that," I said."Anytime, brother. I've always got your back," he gave me a firm, supportive nod before skating out toward the center of the ice.I forced myself to push every lingering thought of Gwen and Fanny out of my mind. I strapped my helmet back on, gripped my hockey stick firmly, and skated out to
Chapter 112: The Guilt.~ Yates ~The entire time we were out on the ice the following afternoon, my head was completely somewhere else. No matter how many times Coach Red shouted directions from the glass, my mind kept drifting right back to the previous night. Gwen and I had crossed the line again. I had spent days trying to convince myself that our first encounter in the gymnasium locker room was just a momentary lapse in judgment, an isolated mistake that would never happen a second time. But now that we had done it again, right there on her bedroom mattress and her study desk, that excuse felt entirely hollow. I had actively cheated on Fanny.A heavy wave of bad feelings settled deep in my stomach, but even with the regret weighing me down, I couldn't deny the memory of her touch. I still wanted to hold her. I still wanted to feel her lips against mine, and the memory of sinking into her warm wetness was driving me completely insane. She was absolutely incredible. The raw passion







