Then I remembered something else— something that happened in the middle of the night the other day. That Carmen told me that she saw Hailey crying in pain and saw some mark on her neck and had dismissed it, trying to think that she was just paranoid because of her love for her.But what if...?What if Carmen hadn't really been hallucinating? What if she'd really seen all that? And I thought she was going crazy.My mind was racing as I walked back to the car. Immediately Hailey saw me, she quickly sat down properly as if she wasn't searching my car.I entered the car, "Here's your juice, sweetheart," I said, helping her twist off the cap.She took it and drank it.Then she asked, "Did something happen over there? What is everyone looking at?""Nothing serious," I lied smoothly. "Probably just some street performers putting on a show.""A show? Can we go watch?""No, we can't. We really need to get home now.”Her shoulders sagged in disappointment.I was about to start the car when I
******LIAM'S POV*****Hey, babe," Carmen's voice came through, sounding slightly tired."Hey, you good?"She let out a small sigh. "Yeah."I settled onto a weathered wooden bench near the playground's edge, its green paint chipped from years of use. The bench gave me a perfect vantage point to watch Hailey as she played with other kids. It's quite amazing how kids bond together quickly when they just met each other or maybe it's just Hailey that's too friendly."So how's it going?""It's going well, although our dear bride-to-be wants everything to be perfect and they've been adjusting and adjusting since morning. So we're still stuck here.""Please don't tell me you're trying to complain right now. Do you remember your own fitting?""Shut up. I'm not complaining. You're the one asking what we're doing.”I chuckled, watching as Hailey and her new friend moved to the swings."I can hear some noise there. Are you not at home?""Yeah, we're outside.""Outside doing what?""Sightseeing.
I placed the tray beside him.“Are you done with him?” I asked.“Yes, miss,” the pack doctor said as he removed the blood pressure cuff from his arm and packed up his belongings before leaving the room, leaving only me and Grandfather.Turning to Grandfather, I asked, "How are you feeling today, Grandfather?"He chuckled softly, the sound more fragile than it used to be. "Oh, you know me. Strong enough to last a few more years, I hope. This old body isn't ready to give up just yet.""You need to stay strong, of course," I said, settling onto the edge of his bed like I had countless times throughout my childhood. "Grandfather still has so many things to do in this world. Because so many people, including me, still need you."He pulled my cheeks jokingly. "Of course, my dear. I know. But sometimes I wonder..." He trailed off. "I'm just afraid that I might not really be able to witness your marriage, Angela. That's one thing that truly makes me sad. I've always dreamed of walking you dow
*******Angela's pov*******"Did she get it or not?" I muttered, staring at my phone screen for what felt like the hundredth time. Fuck! I can't even tell if she really saw my message or not.But she must have already.And if she had, then why the heck wasn't she calling me back?Such arrogance.Just like her mother.Well, I never knew her or her mother, but I have heard more than enough to write history about from my own mother.I looked at my secret phone again, one that my mother has no idea of, and wondered if I should resend another message or not.Maybe I should?But just then, the door to my room burst open without a knock. The sound made me jump, and I quickly shoved my phone behind the pillow, my heart hammering against my ribs as I knew there was only one person capable of barging into my room unannounced.And that was my mother.Sitting on the bed, with my back resting against the pillow, I acted as if I hadn’t been up to anything since morning. Then I dropped my gaze to
******DARELL'S POV******From a distance, I watched as Emma's car disappeared, and I tried to keep myself at bay as I needed to stay far away from her for a while.It's been one week since the incident. One week since I nearly killed the woman I love with my own hands all because I lost control of Ryder.My hand tightened into a fist as the memory crashed over me all over again, memories that still haunted me every time, even at night.Never in my life have I ever fought or wounded someone that I would later desperately want to save. Never have I been so scared of losing someone as I was that night.But that night was different.And I almost died along with her also.Yes, I knew the rules—that Alpha's bites, claws, or any mark given didn't heal easily on lower ranks. And that was because Alphas were born stronger than all others, with abilities the rest lacked.An Alpha's bite can transform ordinary humans into werewolves. But this was kept as a classified secret, especially because o
****EMMA'S POV**** I loosened a few buttons on my shirt and unwrapped the scarf from around my neck as I stared at my reflection in the dressing mirror. My shaky right hand rose, and I began to trace the claw marks where Ryder had slashed me—angry red lines that seemed to mock my inability to heal properly. They should have been nothing but faint scars by now, or completely disappeared, but instead they remained as fresh and raw as the day they were made and It felt as if my healing abilities had abandoned me when I needed them most. As my fingers connected with the lower part that still looked fresh, a sharp sting shot through me. I winced and quickly pulled my hand away. Everything is just healing slowly. Or should I say it's not even healing at all? I don't even know. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt angry at the decision I'd made a week ago—the decision that had turned my life into something I could barely handle Now, because of that decision the house felt colder, lo