로그인Kaela Waiting for Friday felt like a slow, agonizing torture where every single hour drags long enough to make you question if you’re still sane or not. I knew the answer to that question. I was not. By Wednesday, I had replayed the plan in my head a hundred times. But that was not enough. When evening came, I was already poking for holes in it. When Thursday came, I didn’t care anymore. I was sitting in class like everyone else, and the only thing that bothered me was a plan that didn’t exist. A plan I had orchestrated myself. A plan for tomorrow. “What’s the answer, Kaela?” Mr. Rick’s voice broke through my consciousness. “What?” I blinked, looking at him. Snickers and chuckles rose around me. Of course, what was I expecting? “Exactly,” Mr. Rick sighed. “I’m sorry, but I’m conserving brain power for more important things,” I said. “Like failure, you mean?” He frowned. “Nah. Survival. I don’t expect you to get it,” I muttered. “Why don’t you do us justice and elaborate
KaelaI knew it was a bad plan, but that was how I knew it was going to work. Outside the classroom door, I stood, staring at the paper in my hand as if it might suddenly grow teeth, recalling how I got it. I had formulated the note and forced Lynch to sign it, convincing him that it was a school project. He didn’t ask too many questions, and that was why I loved him.“This had better work,” I muttered to myself and moved a step, then walked through the classroom door. Mr. Rick looked up as soon as I walked in. I plastered a natural smile, hoping I didn’t look odd.“Kaela, you’re early,” he muttered.“Yeah, I know,” I took a glance at the empty class. “I needed to talk to you.”“That serious, hmm?” He raised a brow.“I don’t know,” I shrugged as I approached. “Depends on how much you like field trips.”She leaned back in her chair.I placed the paper on her desk and slid it across to her as if I was presenting a certificate, holding his gaze. “My father wanted me to give you this.”
Kaela After a moment, Lynch lets me go. “So, is it a deal? You promise to give us full closure on whatever you want to do?” I frowned. “I don’t have a problem with you, Dad. I do have a problem with mom. Mom always has a problem with everything I want to do. It’s as if she doesn’t want me to do what I want.” “You can always talk to me, Kaela,” Lynch took my hand. “But I can understand your mother. I’m sure she has her reasons for saying no to you.” “But I…” “Look, if you think about it, you’ll agree with me that your mother doesn’t always say no all the time.” I thought about it. Lynch was right. But the occurrences when my mother said no were way more than the occurrences when my mother said yes. I had to agree with Lynch either way. I bobbed my head. “Exactly,” he affirmed. “So, if she says no, she probably has a reason, and I don’t think her reason is to stop you from having your way.” “But mom should try to understand sometimes,” I said. “I won’t walk into danger with my
TeresaI watched, surprised and baffled, as the council members poured out of the room in their numbers until Clara, Keller, and I were left.“C’mon, run along,” Keller curled a brow at Clara. “I’m sure there are issues your Luna would want you to take care of.”I gave Clara a look. She nodded and left.“How are you?” Keller closed the distance between us, the fierce man who kicked every council member out gone. “I… I don’t know,” I said. “I assumed the council would be in the same page with us.”“Yeah, about that,” he glanced around. “We need to talk. But not here.” I nodded, and he offered his hand. “Shall we?”I took his hand.The drive back home was quiet. Clara had to drive my car since Keller took me home in his. When we got to the house, Keller led me to the private lounge and closed the door quietly. I shrugged off my coat and draped it over the hanger, slumping onto the nearest couch. “What a day! And we failed to achieve anything meaningful.”“About that,” Keller crossed
Teresa “C’mon on, get over here,” Lynch's muffled voice came from Kaela’s room. I’d seen when Lynch slipped into her room, looking this way and that. Suspicious to know why Kaela would open the door to Lynch and to no one else, I approached. I wanted to knock at some point, but decided against it. I didn’t know what Lynch was up to, but I was sure it was something good, and I didn’t want to ruin whatever it was. So, I stood back and listened to every one of their conversation. Lynch surely had his way with words, and he knew how to reach out to anyone, wherever they were, no matter how distant they think they are. And he did it with Kaela. I was especially happy for Kaela, grateful that she didn’t act stubborn or try to push him away. If anything, it meant she was beginning to accept her fathers slowly, even if she acted like she didn’t. Grateful for the win, I headed off for the meeting Keller had arranged between the council and me. I was a few minutes late when I arriv
Kaela “I can assure you that your mother is nowhere near, Kaela,” Lynch's muffled voice came from the door. “You have to trust me.” I was standing now, still contemplating whether this was a trick by Lynch and my mother to get me to open the door. But he had been there for too long and assured me that it was him. “I just want to talk,” Lynch added. I moved. It was either Lynch was being sincere, or they were really good at the game they were playing, and there was only one way to find out. I moved another step. If I realized that all of them were there, I’d run. I crossed the room and pulled the door open. Lynch stood on the other side, hand folded to land another knock. There was no one with him. I abandoned the door and returned to my bed. He slipped in, closed the door quietly, and crashed on my couch. An uncomfortable silence took over the room, stretching. I picked up my tablet and turned on the backlight. “I wasn’t happy with my mother, either, growing up,” Lynch broke
TeresaReplaying the drama that just happened in Brock’s study, I knew none of it was Brock’s fault.Brock isn’t even aware that he’s being used. Milinda—or Diana—had the powerful man wrapped around his pinky finger.
KellerWith the beasts dead and the young lady headed to safety, I saddled my horse and galloped back to the Alpha house. I was sure that Bennett and the betas were underway with the sharing, but at the same time, I thought I shouldn’t wait for Brock to strike first.I should go on the offensive.
Teresa Aside from the constant reminder of my lost wolf, I’d have assumed I was living fine. My eyes were fully healed, and I knew it was four days, because I was counting the rotation of the dumb guards. Once they made a switch, the new ones would unlock the iron door and glance at me like I was
TeresaI smirked at him. Things were going according to my plan. If I succeeded in riling him up, he’d storm out of here angrily, and he won’t be able to molest me.I had him where I finally wanted him to be.“You hear







