Se connecterCrystal’s POV I was taken aback. For a few seconds I was speechless. I opened my mouth expecting no sound to come out but I was wrong. "Was?" I was offended and it clearly showed. Tristan chuckled. "What's so funny?" I whined. "Why did you change your mind?" After the year Tristan and
I learnt as much as I could about leading the pack. I still didn't know how Tristan did it. I had barely just graduated high school and all these people looked at me waiting for guidance and protection. It was daunting and nerve racking but I tried my best. The AAP training helped too. I was g
Crystal’s POV (One year later) I learnt to speak in silence. At least around Tristan. When he got too quiet, I knew it was time to get him to a place of isolation where he could sit in his grief without the whole world watching him. I could tell the pack wasn't the same and though our loss
Roman still hadn't returned and I could tell Crystal was worried even though she didn't voice it out. Probably worried about what I might think. But I guess seeing as to how Roman had helped us both escape, maybe I could try to overlook my intense dislike for the guy. Meggy had gotten up sayin
Tristan’s POV When I woke up I was only partly aware of where I was. It was dark but I could still tell I was in the woods. The leaves on the trees rustled with the cool air. They blocked the sky but through the spaces I could see a scattering of stars. When I looked forward I saw a girl wit
Crystal’s POV Never in my life did I ever think I would hear Joshua Melrose say those words. I knew this was technically a dream but it couldn't have prepared me for how dazed I still felt. Mikey's mind space had seemed so scattered and disorganised. But just like Tristan's, it had been in a r
All my confidence slightly dissipated when we walked into the conference room. There were two sets of three chairs on either side of the table. One empty at the head and another occupied by a huge man with dark hair who I instantly recognised as Randall Calhoun, Jasmine's father. And surely enough
Crystal’s POV I flinched when I saw Tristan hit the ground, Ornyx kicking him from the back. Bridget twitched slightly but other than that showed no emotion. 'Pathetic. Even your mother was a better opponent.' I flinched at the words. I saw Tristan tense up at the words and right there and then
A few gasps of outrage escaped the crowd. Ornyx stood still. He then nodded slowly. "Very well, boy. You've made up your mind. So now, you die." He spoke the words so simply. Like it was an everyday order. He then turned to the person recording and looked into the camera. "Silvercrest pack, you
I barely had the chance to go in for another hit when I felt myself being held back. I looked up at Ornyx. He was smiling even though there was blood coming out of a small cut on his lip. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed on it. "That was cute. Maybe you have your mother's fi







