LOGINTOM"What's that big book for?" I heard pops ask. My eyes lifted from the book to meet him. Pop's eyes weren't red like the other day, they were normal now but the heavy sadness behind it was obvious. "I need to check the list of newly admitted wolves." I replied, my eyes going back to the pages of the book."Why?""Because I want Corey gone.""Tom....""If I can just find something on him, of how he came, or some dirt on him, I can get him to leave.""He hasn't done anything bad to Blake, and the Corey I remember, wanted to be Blake's friend at that time, right?"I lifted my eyes, "no. He forcefully wanted to be Blake's friend. There is a difference.""But isn't that a good thing? Since Blake wants to move out...." He trailed glancing upstairs towards the hallway. "Don't you think at least someone has to watch over him?""I'll watch over him myself.""Tom, you have to create a balance. It'll be hard for you to keep an eye on him, the way you obviously want to, while running the pack.
TOM"What the fuck are you doing here?" My gaze hardened as I cursed my luck. Just when I thought the day couldn't get any worse. Now Corey of all people was at my house."Really? No 'hey buddy, how have you been?" His shoulders moved dramatically with the words. "It's just right to being like the Tom I remember." "Same here, you're just like the Corey I remember. The Corey who never fails to piss me off." I knew something was familiar with how quick he was to piss me off. But physically, he isn't the Corey I remember. The one I remembered was the eight year old Corey. This Corey is grown, same height as me but buffier with a face tattoo on his right cheek. This Corey had short hair, way too short to fit his stupid face. But this Corey, like the eight years old one, knows just how to piss me off."Easy there, Alpha. I didn't come here to piss you off. Er, maybe some other time but not today," he smirked when he saw how one of my eyes twitched. "Today, I'm here to see Blakeyyy." His v
TOM "Who are you to decide that on your own?" The pack doctor asked before any of us could say anything. "The law says so." He answered, adjusting himself on his seat with shoulders raised in pride. "Since Beta Chris brought up the law, I couldn't help but remind all of us seated here of it." He said, looking at everyone of us before his eyes settled on mine, "the law says a mateless Alpha can't lead the pack and our dear Tom here, hasn't gotten his mate, or has he?" The room seemed to shrink around me, every pair of eyes suddenly heavier than before, and I fought to keep my expression neutral even as my pulse hammered against my ribs. I had totally forgotten the new law. It was added when the laws of the pack were revised after the betrayal of Samantha. It was included because Samantha's betrayal revolved around mates. "How long have you waited to say that part of the law?" The pack doctor asked, folding his arms. There was a tension in his voice that hadn't been there minutes b
TOMI lingered in the doorway of my parent's room a moment longer than I needed to, watching pops shoulders curl inward, before finally forcing myself to softly close the door as I made my way down the hallway. Every step felt heavier than the last, the weight of Blake's words still hard on my chest, and for a moment I stopped and looked back at the closed door.I had tried to comfort pops who sat facing the window and stared into nothing. Hearing Blake speak for the first time in eleven years threw him into shock, and then realizing that the reason Blake chose to even speak to him was to blame him for everything made it even worse. Blake's words hurt him really bad and I knew there is nothing I would say to change that fact. Even as I left him, he had continued to mutter words of blame to himself and I knew only my dad would be able to comfort him now. I stood outside Blake's door for a long moment, hand hovering near the wood, before letting it fall back to my side and walking aw
BLAKE I drew the covers close, the chilly night made me shiver, but so did the horror of a nightmare I was having. Outside, the wind pressed against the window in slow, uneven gusts, and somewhere down the hallway a floorboard groaned, though I couldn't tell if it was real or already part of the dream dragging me under. I again found myself in darkness, but this time, it wasn't the deep darkness that I often saw. This time I could make out some shapes and I was familiar with the whispers that had surrounded me. And just then, Ava appeared, a knife stuck on her throat, just like I had remembered her passing. But contrary to the Ava I remembered, this one, despite the knife that made blood trickle down to her chest, she was smiling. She had a victorious smile that made my loud beating heart even louder. Her hair drifted as though caught in a wind I couldn't feel, and the blood at her collar never seemed to dry, always fresh, always trickling, as if her death was happening again and aga
TOMI've been in my room for two days in a row. The reality that Blake wasn't my mate really took a toll on me. I was beyond miserable. I hadn't expected that things would turn out this way. All my hope and expectations has always been that Blake was my mate and now that it turned out the opposite way, I didn't know what next to do. My room had grown dim and stale over those two days, curtains drawn against the daylight.And I knew the pack would be in chaos right now since it's no longer a secret that I was a witch. I felt different, I felt more powerful than I was before my birthday and I knew I smelt different. Even I could smell myself. But I already knew, Owen had told me I would have a balanced smell of both identities. Fifty-fifty. The pack would have so many questions and I wasn't ready to answer any of it. Not in this miserable state I was in right now because I was sure I would snap at their valid questions.I hadn't even bothered to explore or check what my witch power is.







