I had been so excited to get to school the next day that I got there ridiculously early. Heading straight for the dining hall to grab a coffee before class. I was still sitting there nursing my warm cardboard cup when the number of students started to pick up. The more that filtered into the dining hall, the more aware I became of being there alone. Everyone else seemed to be coming in with groups of people.
I could see two girls out of the corner of my eye on the next table staring right at me. They were both the blonde, skinny, barbie doll wannabe types. I couldn’t help but hear what they were saying. They weren’t even attempting to be quiet. “I mean, look at her. What is with that hair?” I smoothed down my hair without thinking. I wasn’t anything like them and I never would be.
My hair, which they detested so much, was a mousy brown colour. It was long, too long, and I knew it wasn’t ideal. My mother had trimmed the ends of it for as long as I could remember. It had
I woke up feeling rather excited, and I couldn't wait to speak to Jackson and tell him about Brodie’s proposal. Sharing the news with the girls was a little more daunting, but they deserved to hear it directly from me. They would be arriving early, as they had offered to help with the finishing touches to the house, and the thought of their support filled me with warmth.Before I welcomed them, I had to head over to Jackson’s for breakfast and to drop off the babies at nursery. The prospect of having them at home once the house was finished was heartening; it would be so much easier to manage everything without the distractions of the chaotic work in progress. The decorators were scheduled to arrive bright and early, and I looked forward to unpacking each room shortly after they completed their tasks. I could already envision the fresh layers of paint and the new furnishings transforming the space into a warm and inviting home.“Morning, beautiful. How was your night?”
I had tried to slow them both down as much as I could on the way back to the camp. Jackson needed some time to sort everything I had asked him to do. The good news was that he had plenty of manpower. As soon as we walked through the gates, I checked in with him using our new internal communication. “How’s it going?”“We’re done. Just heading out the back door in the next few minutes.”“Thank you. I owe you big time.” It felt as though I always owed him more than I could possibly pay back, a never-ending cycle of gratitude and unease. I took Brodie’s hand for the first time since we had left the clearing, feeling the warmth of his palm against mine.Once Marcus finally turned to head back towards his quarters, I breathed a sigh of relief and gently steered Brodie towards the new house. As we approached, the structure revealed itself in all its beauty. It was indeed a modest design, yet it carried an elegance that suggested a deep respect for its natural surroundi
The following day, I ventured out again, determined to reconnect with Brodie. This time, I pushed past the familiar two-mile marker. When I finally made the connection, it came too easily—almost alarmingly so. I refrained from speaking, choosing instead to simply sit in the silence and listen.But the quiet was unnerving. All I could hear was the relentless whisper of the wind, swirling around me like a ghost in a desolate landscape. It felt eerily still wherever Brodie was. I concentrated harder, pushing deeper into our connection, striving to see the world through his eyes.And then, a flash of emotion surged through me: anger intertwined with betrayal. My heart raced as I heard the bitter words echoing in my mind: “You bastard, you promised.” I could see the back of my own head as Brodie watched me from the tree line.“I promised to not tap into your mind and find out where you were going, but you told me.” The vantage point of my image changed and I guessed
"We walked across the camp hand in hand. It was almost pitch black as we picked our way across the slightly damp grass from the short downpour earlier in the day. Brodie’s head was in the clouds, quite literally, as he stared up at the stars.He stopped dead out of nowhere, forcing me to do likewise. He pointed up at the sky before looking back down at me to check that I was following his gaze, before returning it to the inky sky. 'Do you see the stars there? The triangle makes up the head.' He moved his finger across the sky as though he were painting the stars himself. 'There’s the body and the legs.'" “I see it.” Honestly, I nearly understood the way people could see shapes in the stars, but he seemed so excited to share it with me, so I nodded.“It’s called Lupus; it means…”“Wolf in Latin, I know.” He looked down at me again, a note of pride in his eyes.“Well, ancient Greeks actually thought it was half man, half beast, so naturally it’s one of my f
I stood in the meeting cabin more than a little anxious. It was stupid. I was treating an informal meal with friends like it was a night out at the Ritz. If we were eating with Jackson and Mikkel, I would have just thrown on a hoodie and leggings, pulling my hair into a messy bun to try to conceal the level of greasiness. I didn’t know why going for tea with Gerald and Helena was different, but it was. It could have been the way I had been forced to earn Gerald’s approval and my desperate need not to disappoint him and lose that approval again. Then there was Helena; as a teacher for my kids, I desperately wanted her to see me as a typical mother: respectful, demure, classy. I was certain that I was the only mother in the camp who used her free time to take punches to the face and kicks to the stomach. The vast majority of mothers i
With purpose, I moved deeper into the clearing, the soft crunch of leaves beneath my feet echoing in the stillness around me. I pressed on until I was certain I had put more than two miles between us. The air grew fresher, filled with the earthy scent of moss and wildflowers, invigorating my spirit. It was time to push my boundaries and challenge myself further.I conjured up every memory of Jackson I had. At least I knew where he was. He was at home, safely tucked away in a cabin that I could easily envision. I could picture its rustic charm: weathered wooden planks, a sturdy stone chimney, and the sprawling pines that surrounded it like sentinels guarding a secret. “Jackson,” I whispered, the name slipping from my lips like a prayer, a plea carried softly into the stillness.“Still practicing, I see.” I let out a huff of frustration, my shoulders drooping in defeat as I realized I couldn't catch him off guard like I had with Brodie.“How did you know?” I asked