LOGIN~~~~Anya~~~~ Every step back to my room, dragged out longer than the one before it. The corridor was quiet but my thoughts weren't. Despite all my best efforts, I found myself obsessively reliving the conversation and the moments with Kane back in his study. Or lemme call it, the lack of conversation with him. I had gone into his study, with the intention of expecting another order, or another humiliating task that'll always remind me that I was rejected and never valued, or rather, just another reminder of my place. But far from that, he had actually thanked me. Well, let me not fully call it that, because it wasn't exactly thanked. He'd rather acknowledge me. And somehow, that kinda disturbed me the most.Rounding the corner towards my room, I found myself clutching the fabric of the off–shouldered sleeve of my top, as if it were a shield. But on a real second thought, what was wrong with him? That same Kane had done everything including making my life a living hell for more tha
~~~~Anya~~~~ “Wait, Anya. “Don't go please.” His voice froze me on my feet, before I could fully leave. For some seconds, I wondered if it was my head that had imagined them. Because, these right now, is what Alpha Kane never does. He simply never begged. You know what he does? He orders. He commands, he demands. That's what Alpha Kane does. Other than pleading. Yet, as if by magic, he was standing just right behind me, his voice, a tender whisper, soft, that sent shivers down my spine. The way he stressed the, “don't go.” The room quickly felt too small. Too dangerous and kind of quiet. I turned around slowly. Kane was still standing by his desk, his gaze held mine, his hand still lingered in the air as if his heart had compelled him to reach out before his mind could catch up. The moment our eyes met, was when he then lowered his hands. A strange silence took over the room and settled between us. “What is it?” I finally asked.He clenched his jaw, he fought the temptation of p
~~~~Anya~~~~ Meena smiled slowly behind him. Satisfied right? “It seems the message has finally gotten through,” she said, her voice dripping with fake warmth. “I supposed losing something she cared about finally knocked some sense into her.” Okay, another one again. My chest tightened, but this time, something else rose with it. I could feel my wolf lingering just beneath my skin, purring, with a low defiance. I shouldn't call that pain or sadness, it was something sharper. I stood up anyways, I won't let fury get the weight of my other half, I know she felt more like a prisoner in my own body. But this was just for the best. I stood up, both of them watching me now. Waiting, maybe expecting something. Weakness, a reaction or maybe an emotion. But I gave them none. Didn't you tell them about the new me? Instead, I picked up the file from my desk, walked forward, and placed it directly on Kane's table. Calmly.“That is the updated Henderson draft,” I said. “Revised and reorganized
~~~~Anya~~~~Once upon a time, my father used to breath, and now? I'm mechanically preparing for his final resting place. It felt like a sheer shock that haven't quiet settled into grief yet. Just a quiet numbing routine as I gather the needed materials, wrestling with the surreal heartbreaking reality of the burial. I walked into my closet to find something suitable to wear. No joyous color to choose from, just dark somber clothes meant for occasions like this. I stood there so numb. Lost in my thoughts, forgetting the next step to chose at all. “You should quit standing there, Anya. The pack is waiting,” Talia started from behind me, walking towards the closet in front of me as she picked something for me to put on. She pulled out a clean, iron black shirt, and a matching cap to hers, and smoothed the fabric down. “Here, I already kept it ready for you.” She said as she handed them to me. Every brush of my hand against the cloth served as a painful reminder of where we were going
~~~~Talia~~~~Did you know that I couldn't even sleep? Not even for a second. Everytime I close my eyes, I hear it again and again.“...for when Ridgewood falls.” The weight of those words pressed down on me, haunting my every thought. Lingering like a dark spell. Like, Ridgewood? Falling? That didn't even make any sense. Or did it? The Ridgewood pack is one of the strongest packs. Alpha Kane was ruthless, feared, calculated. That no one would be stupid enough to challenge him openly. So the hell! What exactly was Meena planning?And more importantly, why the hell did it sounds like she was already halfway there. And no one has found out about anything until now that I did. How creepy can fate be? I sat at the edge of my bed, my elbows rested on my knees, and fingers tangled in my hair. Think Talia, think. Think deep. How the hell was I supposed to discuss this with the already grieved Anya? A lot is already happening with her… and then this? No! I have to think. Or wait? Was
~~~~Anya~~~~“His heart is failing.” The impact of those words lingered long after they were spoken. They didn't just echo. But they shattered.The surroundings faded into a haze as the doctors rushed forward again. Their actions were rushed, voices turned into overlapping shouts, into a chaos I couldn't even understand anymore. “Stop, please,” I sputtered, stumbling back as a firm but gentle arm broke my path to the bed. “Please, give us space, miss Anya.” Space? Huhh? How's I supposed to give space when my entire world was lying helpless on that bed? I found myself back into the corner again, just like before. But this time, there was no strength guarding me right. Just fear. Only fear. A raw, suffocating fear. The machines screamed louder again. Fast and unstable. “Clear!” Came again,as the jolt of electricity made my body flinch violently. In pure disbelief, I clapped my hands over my mouth, but not before a small cry slipped through. “Again!” Another shock. Then another







