I notice this morning as the silence felt deafening. Nia is perfectly okay when the wolfsbane takes effect the next morning, but I couldn't feel her today. I couldn't sense her. The very essence of my core feels deserted. "Sleeping probably," I shrug, she's fine. She may need another day - I continu

I remember that night. We stood beneath a bleeding sky, droplets of rain gently, streaming down our heated bodies. That night, chaos rang so loudly, my ears suffered. As vapours of black clouds floated over us, my world crumbled to ashes and slipped through my fingers. It was when

They're fast, like seriously fucking fast. I've never encountered such speed, not even when I was escaping a fucking Vampire. Why the hell did I feel the need to help Oliva? I should have left her to the wolves and continue with my day. Now I sound like my father. 

"Fucking great, he's here?!" Dylan groans, falling onto the couch with a frustrated hand over his face. I just entered the lounge so whatever conversation they were in, I'm not apart of; yet. "Blame our little wolf over here, she is the cause," Grayson muses, his black eyes flickering to mine and I ignore him. What is he accusing me off? 

“So, what do you think?” I ask, turning my face to peer into soft hazel, eyes. A human girl, no more than five, lay beside me.  She has a smile drawn to her innocent features, uncaring that I may hurt her at any given opportunity.