There is something Monica wasn’t telling me... something she was trying to hide from me. Whatever it was had so much weight that she just couldn’t bring herself to say, which is fine by me. After the little time I had with her yesterday, I was able to find out a thing or two from her. One of which was that she had something against the stranger I found out to be Brix’s grandfather. It was a little strange when she reacted out of likely disgust after affirming the man’s identity to me. But she had tried to cover up all the same for her sudden irritation. Whatever issues she had against the man has now piqued my interest, adding that to the list of things I needed to conquer. Who knows, it might be a link to all of what I intend to find in this pack. Asides from her sudden snap about the stranger, I remember what she had been doing that also caught my interest. The constant stares she had given to t

A bright light hit my eyes so bad that I had to force myself to open them. I happen to realize it was the ray of the sun but with no idea how it managed to penetrate through the window to my face. What I do know is that it had disturbed one hell of a sleep. I stare up at the ceiling, trying to make out the outlines. There was something different about the way it looked, especially with the positioning of the light bulb overhead. It then took me back to the question of the sunray penetrating through to the room when I had the position of the bed in a way that prevented such. Or did I have the bed’s position changed already? I guess not. I sit up from the bed, pulling on the sheets from my chest as I take in the overflowing scent that was rampaging my nostrils. And that was when it hit me. This wasn’t my room! My first instinct is to look around because I literally have no idea how I got into a room that isn&rs

I was sitting in my room with no hope of leaving anytime soon. And it’s because I’m still on the verge of recuperation. I needed to get back to full recovery before I could even think of going out.   I have healed already. You couldn’t even see any scar on my body to indicate I had been brutally attacked some days back but my insides were entirely different. My internal system was screaming in pain and I think I might pass out anytime soon. I wonder what had been used against me to make me feel so much pain like this.   The rate at which I was vulnerable was that I couldn’t even take a step without feeling hurt around my waist. It has been a really difficult two days for me. And more of a lonely one too.   In the past, whenever I was down or bored, I always had Anya to cheer me up. But for two days now, I haven’t been in touch with her. She had completely zoned out of the space she had in my head, but I could still feel

“Ronald, are you sure we are doing the right thing?” Simon asked as he kept his eyes on the road ahead. He had his hands gripped on the steering wheel while driving deep inside the woods. Even though his vision was almost obstructed due to the overshadowing of the trees on both sides of the road, he still forged ahead. As he hadn’t received a response — which he mostly expected — from his companion yet, he continued speaking, “I don’t think going to meet with the elder is a great idea. We could end up building a false accusation against him and that wouldn’t be good for the pack’s reputation,” “I know what I am doing,” came the response from the Alpha in the passenger’s seat. Something similar to a snarl, although silent, accompanied the Alpha’s response. Still, Simon wasn’t afraid to ask, “And you think you are not doing this

Someone barged into my room while I was trying to shut my eyes close for a quick nap, and before I knew it, I was up on my feet. I’m starting to wonder if no one around here knew how to knock because this wasn’t the first time I’m experiencing such an attitude.   I set my eyes on the intruder to see it was Garrett. I should have expected it because lately, he has been doing nothing but come into my room to check on me, which I wasn’t really okay with but have no choice but to adhere to. Except for this time, there was something different about the way he came in as well as his expression which showed he was rather annoyed.   Before I could say anything about his sudden intrusion, he beats me to speak.   “Why didn’t you tell me?” was the question he threw at me, and it felt more like a snap.   Okay, now I was pretty annoyed. Why didn’t I tell him what? That he has no right to barge in like that? Or th