~Avia Malin stands in front of me, arms crossed over her chest. "Absolutely not." "Malin..." "It's too late in the game to be bringing in someone from inside Isaiah's home into the rebellion," she exclaims. Everyone else in the room, sitting at the table, doesn't say anything, knowing not to intervene when Malin and I are arguing. I came back here thinking she would be glad someone from inside Isaiah's estate would want to join our rebellion. I collapse int

~Avia I can't believe I've had the courage to do this. Writing the invitations this morning was like walking through mud, forcing out pleasant terms in hopes of luring my least favourite members into a luncheon with me. It just so happens that they may have the information I need about Isaiah. But I truly, deeply do not like Elise, or Mari. For once, it's less so about their position in regards to Isaiah, and more so the attitudes they have had since I first met them.

~Avia The fire has officially burnt out within Kenna.  For the past week, she hasn’t had anything spiteful to say, and has instead opted for staring blankly at the wall. We’ve offered her books, pens and paper, anything for her to do in her idle time, which is all day, except when Malin is in here, questioning her. And now that Kenna isn’t fighting back, Malin is bored with her, and has sent me in here to do my part in convincing her that we are the good guys.  Even though seeing her in this small room makes me think that we are becoming the opposite of the good guys.  "How are you feeling?" I ask softly. She’s lost a lot of weight, sometimes refusing to eat for days until she

~Avia  Stifling a yawn, I stare bleary eyed at the car parked in front of me.  The sun hasn't yet risen, the golden hue of the manor lights spilling out onto the driveway, leaving everyone to squint irritably. Isaiah stands beside me, some of our belongings at our feet. For the first time, it is time for me, as Kenna, to do my job in a foreign Pack. And accompanying me, is everyone else of vague importance to Isaiah, unfortunately.  "We are all meant to fit in here?" Elise question distastefully. Her coat is wrapped tightly around her, fur brushing her jawline. Where we are heading is cold; the Independence Pack, with snow capped mountains and icy winds.  "I can't risk us all going in two vehicle

~Avia I've decided I hate the snow. But what I hate more, is sitting inside the cabin up the hill more. This is because Isaiah is my mate, I know that. My patience has officially worn to scraps, and I can't be around these people anymore. I hate that I don't hate them. But if I have to hear Elise talk about marrying Isaiah one more time, I'm going to tear my hair out. I just wish there is somewhere else to go though, that isn't so freezing. At least the vie