LOGINCrystal’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
Crystal’s POV We used the night as cover. Roman was right about the evacuation, many of the soldiers who hadn't gone off to fight with Ornyx were helping assemble people and carry bags. I saw mothers getting their kids ready and men storing up supplies. I frowned thinking of how they would b
Crystal’s POV "Should you even be here?" I asked watching as Roman readjusted himself so that he was lying on the sleeping bag. He closed his eyes and tucked his arms behind his head. "Do you want me to leave?" He asked. I didn't respond. The answer wasn't exactly yes. He seemed to know
Crystal’s POV I winced and let out a yell as my mother helped me settle down. I shut my eyes hard trying not to think about the pain shooting through my arm right now but it's kind of hard to ignore a fire when you're the one getting burnt. I was back in my tent, sitting upright on the sleepin
Crystal’s POV I spat out some blood. I looked at my mother desperately. The vial felt hot in my pocket and I wondered if it had broken with the way I had been thrown around. I wanted to panic knowing the risk. What had Raphael said? Even a drop was enough. He looked at me expectantly. "Mu







