“I’m surprised u remember this much,” Aariv said as we stood outside his front door. “I myself don’t remember this much.”“Why do I remember this much?” I asked him. It struck me as weird that ever since the incidence, I had never fully remembered what had happened. It took me years and years on end of pondering, brooding, and reminiscing to finally get to the point I had gotten to. Still, still, I had not remembered what happened between the space of my father putting a hand in his pocket and me waking up the next morning. “Why did I not remember in the first place?”“I don’t know,” Aariv said.“I know you are lying.”“I’m not.”“You have been a part of his plan every time. My father would not do something without consulting you first. How come you want to tell me that you don’t know what he did there to me?” I truly needed answers and as it was, Aariv was frustrating me.“Your father did a lot of things on his own if you think of it. He was like a lone wolf. Except the decisions he

“I am afraid that bit of information you would have to find out by yourself.” Aariv begun to take his leave.“What? Why not just tell me?”“Too much of free information is a disease.”“But how do I find that? Where do I go?”Aariv turned around. “Who were we just discussing?”“A human whore who my great grandfather adopted.”Aariv’s eyes flared in what might have been anger before it turned into an evidence frown of disappointment. “A whore?” he shook his head. “That’s what you’ll call her? You are not so much different from him, are you?”I stood speechless for a minute before I asked again, “Where do I start?”Aariv was patient enough to answer me. “Where it all ends in the story.”“Where does it end?” I wondered. Then it came to me. “The donjon!”“Good start there.” Aariv turned around and took his leave. “And while you are at it, just in case you come across someone you might want to let out of the place. Do well to not hesitate to do so!” he said as he entered his house. I knew h

AliceI trust Samantha do well, he will definitely come hunting for me. 'What do I do?' that question comes again and I am faced to make a choice.I know any choice I am making should be a choice I would definitely be able to decide on that moment. I should be foolish not have made my decisions right away.'Right now, I am so… so confused.' I inhaled and have the air in my gut thrown out. I swallowed the saliva I have in my mouth and place my hand under my chin thinking heavily.I know what I did was actually wrong, but I don't believe Samantha can do anything to me.While I try battling myself over this matter and trying to make a whole lot of decision. That moment I feel trapped and confined.I can't actually do anything, sitting down here would be the best.Immediately I have my mind made, I had an urgent memory strike that moment. 'If Samantha definitely gets healed he would come hunting me down.'Immediately this memory flash my mind, now I know I am done for. What to do is defin

AliceI know if it were to be me, I would have done something worse. As such, all I can do is to endure the moment and hope for the best to happen."Wasn't intentional," he begins to laugh so loud without really saying anything. What he did was to echoe that which I have spoken.'Damn…so scary,' the fear in me is raising it's ugly head based on his reaction and now I am just a bit closer to running off like a fool."Stop the charade, I said I am sorry," I expelled because that moment, I am already getting angry about the whole situation. It's damn annoying.I thought its something he would forgive not at the moment but maybe later. With his reaction I know this matter is not something he would be able to forgive easily but at least he should even reverence my coming.While I have different ideas fuel my thoughts. I couldn't just wrap my head around different facts all together."You are even yelling at me after getting shot by your arrow. How amazing…I wish you would have been the one

Alice POVI decided to visit Damien in his cell, I wondered how he felt being locked up like this. I wish he never thought of plotting a coup, nothing like this would ever have happened. Damien was my most trusted confidant and the feeling of being torn between my pack and my friend was something I didn't want to happen again. But I was more afraid of what might befall him during his trial. I was yet to figure out if Isac had forgiven him and if he had, what of the remaining members of the pack? Disloyalty wasn't something tolerated in Riverdale. He could be banished. The thought of him as a rogue, a vagabond, and every abominable thing in-between flooded my mind. He was very capable of surviving but I would never see him again. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of never seeing him again. What was wrong with me? I was probably overthinking things. Samantha flashed through my mind, it would be similar and maybe even worse. Samantha suddenly becoming hostile and distant bothered me