Se connecterAfter Elena Armstrong’s mother was murdered, revenge became the one thing she lived for. Elena’s purpose is to find her mother’s killer. But as she takes steps closer to finding out the truth, betrayal comes from the people she once trusted and called family. And just when she thought she was alone, Jameson Winter, the extraordinary human brings back the spark in her, though she wonders if falling for a human is the right choice since humans and wolves don’t coexist. Will their love lead them to greatness, or will there be a price to pay in blood?
Voir plusElena’s POVI woke up suddenly. Not from a dream. From a feeling. For a moment, I stayed still, staring at the ceiling as the quiet settled around me. It felt wrong. Not loud. Not sharp. Just… off. Like something had shifted during the night and hadn’t settled back into place.Then, a knock.Soft. Controlled.I sat up immediately. “Come in.”The door opened and Michael stepped in without hesitation. He didn’t ask if I was awake. That alone told me enough.“You felt it,” I said.He closed the door behind him. “Yes.”The word settled heavily between us. I swung my legs off the bed and stood, grounding myself. “It wasn’t just the place.”“No,” he replied. “It wasn’t.”Silence followed, full, not empty. The corridor. The shift in the air. The door. The presence.“It noticed us,” I said quietly.Michael didn’t deny it. “Yes.”That confirmation sat heavier than anything else. I walked toward the window, pulling the curtain back slightly. The courtyard outside looked normal. Students moving.
Elena’s POVNo one moved at first. The silence stretched, thick and deliberate, pressing in from all sides like the space itself was listening.I stepped forward.Michael’s hand caught my wrist before I could reach the door. “Wait.”I didn’t look at him. “We didn’t come this far to stand outside.”“That’s not the point,” he said quietly. “We don’t know what’s in there.”“I think we do,” Jameson murmured beside us.I glanced at him briefly. He hadn’t stepped back. His eyes were still fixed on the door, not with fear, but with something sharper. Focus. The same kind of curiosity that had brought him this far.“That’s why we’re here,” I said.Michael’s grip tightened slightly, then loosened. A silent argument passed between us in that brief contact—calculation, risk, timing. Then he let go. “Quick. We go in, we observe, we leave.”I nodded once. No hesitation.I reached for the handle. It was colder than it should have been. For a second, nothing happened. Then the mechanism gave with a
Elena’s POVThe map didn’t leave my mind. Even after we stopped discussing it the night before, even after everything had gone quiet, it lingered. Not just as information, but as something unresolved. A question that hadn’t been fully asked yet.I stood by the window that morning, the same spot I always seemed to return to without thinking. The courtyard below was already alive with movement. Students passing through. Conversations blending into a dull hum. Everything looked exactly the same.That was the problem.Nothing ever looked wrong here.Behind me, I could hear Michael moving around quietly, papers shifting, the faint sound of a chair scraping against the floor. He hadn’t dropped it either. I could tell.“Something about it doesn’t sit right,” I said, my eyes still fixed outside.Michael didn’t respond immediately. When he did, his tone was steady. “It’s not supposed to.”I turned slightly, leaning back against the wall. “The map is too precise. If it was truly misfiled, it wo
Elena’s POVAfter a long day of classes and acting normal, we still had to attend a meeting of the History Association. They spoke about an event the school was going to host, something held annually. It wasn’t long. Just a short, routine meeting. Michael and I remained vigilant and observant, careful not to give off the impression that we were tense.Later that evening, I had just taken a shower and changed into shorts and a baggy shirt. I found Michael reading something casually while sipping on juice. I decided to grab some and join him.That was until a knock came at the door.Michael and I exchanged a quick glance. We weren’t expecting anyone.He moved first, controlled and calm, while I stayed where I was.When he opened the door, Jameson stood there. Casual. Hands in his pockets. Expression neutral.“Evening,” he said.Not overly friendly. Not overly familiar. Just… present.“What do you want?” Michael asked, not rude, but not welcoming either.Jameson’s gaze shifted briefly pa
Jameson’s POVThey didn’t move in that day.I noticed because I expected them to. Most students would have rushed it, eager to claim a new space, to make it theirs. But Elena and Michael weren’t impulsive people. They left the apartment untouched for two days.On the second afternoon, a cleaning cr
Morning came quickly. It had been two days since the encounter with Jameson, and it still had not left my mind. The way he fixated on the name Widders lingered longer than I wanted to admit. After that day, Michael and I decided to slow down with the investigations and lay low for a while. Not be
Elena’s POVThe next morning felt too normal.Sunlight filtered through the curtains, soft and steady, like nothing had shifted the night before. Michael was already awake, sitting at the small dining table with a stack of files open in front of him, flipping through printed copies from the Associa
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