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
"...I'm here to take back what's rightfully mine. Starting with the territory the Werewolf Union stole from me. And of course, my darling granddaughter who alpha Tristan has graciously been keeping safe for me. You may know her as Crystal Swan but from now on you have the honour of knowing her real
Flashback "You can't keep sneaking around to see her." I heard my mother speak in hushed voices. I sat down on the carpet in front of the coffee table colouring. Eight year old me was pretty much in my own world, not really paying attention to anything other than my drawing. Not the water that
For a minute, Tristan didn't say anything. He just faced the front and clenched his fist. "Show her." His words were directed at May. May speedily pressed some buttons on the phone she held before handing it over to me. I looked down at the screen. It was a video recording. A man sat at a desk s
"Mum?" "Hi, baby." I would recognise that voice anywhere. It was a voice that once brought me comfort. That once soothesd me when I was in distress. A voice I associated with capability, love, reliance... But now the voice just honestly frightened me. I didn't know what to do or say for a minut







