登入Rile Kipper had known Silius long enough to recognize the particular quality of silence that meant something was eating at him — the kind that came with a sigh he thought he was hiding and a phone he kept checking even when no one had texted."So," Rile said, dropping onto the seat across from him, chin propped on one hand, "do you like him or not?"Silius didn't answer right away. He picked at the hem of his sleeve instead, stalling in the way he always did when a question cut closer than he was ready for. "I…. I don't know," he admitted finally."I mean he's great and all," he continued, the words coming slow, careful, like he was testing each one before letting it out into the open. "And I'm sure he'll never do anything to hurt me, but…." He exhaled, frustration creeping into his voice. "He gets jealous easily."He shook his head, the memory of it clearly still sitting sour in his chest. "And his controlling behaviour… ughh…. I hate that."Rile hummed, unbothered, waving a hand lik
The knock echoed too loud in the quiet hallway, sharper than Silius had intended, his knuckles rapping against the door before his nerve could fail him. *Knock knock.*For a long moment, nothing happened. Then, slowly, the door opened, and there was Mathew — arms loose at his sides, expression unreadable, dark hair falling messily over eyes that refused to soften just because Silius was standing there."H… hi," Silius managed, the greeting coming out smaller than he meant it to.Mathew's hand tightened on the door, already beginning to swing it shut again, no words offered, no room left for negotiation."N— no, Mathew, please listen to me," Silius blurted, catching the edge of the door before it could close between them.But Mathew didn't argue. He didn't even acknowledge the plea. Without saying a word, he turned, walked back into the room, crossed to his bed, and lay down — completely ignoring Silius's presence, as though the door swinging open again hadn't happened at all, as thoug
The first aid kit had long since been packed away, the cuts cleaned, the silence between them settled into something almost comfortable. But comfortable, for Silius, never lasted long. Not when there was something sitting on his chest that he couldn't quite swallow back down.He sighed, the sound heavier than he meant it to be. "Mathew."Mathew glanced up from where he sat, one brow lifting at the tone alone. "What?""Can I talk to you seriously for a minute?"There was a pause — the kind that told Silius everything before Mathew even opened his mouth. A long, wary silence, followed by three small dots that seemed to stretch on forever."I don't like where this is going," Mathew finally said.Silius pressed on anyway, because someone had to. "Mathew….. you can't keep on doing this, okay?""I can't hear you," Mathew said flatly, not even bothering to make the deflection convincing.Silius exhaled through his nose, arms crossing over his chest as he searched for the right words — as if
The evening had gone quiet by the time Silius finally let himself collapse onto the bed. His limbs felt like lead, weighted down by a day that had asked far too much of him, and for once he wanted nothing more than a few uninterrupted minutes of peace. He let his eyes fall shut, savoring the stillness, the softness of the mattress beneath him, the way the world seemed to fade at the edges when he stopped fighting it.But peace, as always, was a luxury he wasn't allowed to keep.The door creaked open. He didn't need to look to know who it was. Only one person in this house had the habit of announcing himself with that particular groan of old hinges, always at the worst possible moment.Groaning inwardly, Silius pushed himself upright, already prepared to snap at whoever had dared disturb him. But the irritation didn't survive the second he actually looked up.Mathew stood by the bed, disheveled and silent. A deep cut split his bottom lip, swollen and raw, as though someone had struck h
Mathew and Silius sat quietly in the back of the cab, heading home. Silius leaned his head against the window, the cool glass pressing against his cheek as he stared blankly at the passing streets, watching the city blur into smears of light and shadow. If he were like any other high schooler, he might have been out somewhere laughing with friends, making memories worth keeping—the kind of small, ordinary moments that other people took for granted. But he wasn't like any other high schooler. Instead, here he was, on his way home early again, because Mathew had caused yet another scene. Just like always.The silence in the cab stretched thin, brittle, the kind that always seemed to precede something worse. Mathew's eyes had been fixed on him for the better part of the ride, and Silius could feel the weight of that stare even without looking, prickling against his skin like static."What the fuck is wrong with that look on your face?" Mathew finally demanded, his voice cutting sharp thr
Silius did everything he could to pull Mathew away from Cyder, but Mathew was relentless. Blow after blow landed without hesitation, his fists moving with a mechanical, merciless rhythm, his fury boiling over simply because Cyder had dared to touch and speak to Silius. It should have shocked him more than it did. But this wasn't new. Everyone knew Silius belonged to Mathew. No one dared to cross that unspoken line, and everyone who had ever tested it had learned, one way or another, exactly why.He had already made an example out of someone before—a boy who had merely tried to talk to Silius, nothing more than a passing hello in a hallway. Mathew had beaten him so badly that he'd nearly killed him. That memory still haunted Silius, resurfacing at moments like this with a vividness that made his stomach twist. He had once thought he'd grown used to Mathew's obsessive grip, told himself that numbness was the same thing as peace. But the truth was, it still suffocated him. He couldn't ta
I took few steps backwards as the men stepped forward steadily. Jason snarled. His arms dropped till he held one of my hands in a death grip. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. The nearest patrol point was miles from where we were. We had ventured deeper into the woods today. Not even a scream ca
THEODORE POV"slow down... Jason". I shouted. I ran behind him."catch me". he replied as he changed into his wolf in mid-air, he raced faster into the woods leaving dust, rotten leaves and twigs in his wake.I groaned as I watch him disappear into the woods ahead. I hated that I couldn't shift int
LAYLA POV The wind blew softly carrying with it the sweet smell of wet wood and lemon. I sniffed the air again and again as I drove closer to the pack house. I knew what the smell meant. my mate is close by. perhaps in the pack house ahead as the smell grew stronger. I fought against my wolf, shi
THEODORE POV I wheezed as I ran into the ridge forest. bad idea... my wolf said. I ignored her, running faster, jumping boulders, dodging vines and thorns of wild plants whilst moving deeper into the thick black forest. I could feel the air getting thicker as I moved. the thick trees had







