RAINI LAVERNE I woke up to the sound of the door creaking open, and there was the lady with the same eerie smile on her face. I tried to be cordial and asked her where I was, but her response left me with even more questions. Was I a prisoner or a guest? I didn't know what to make of it, but I had to keep my cool.She asked me what I wanted for breakfast, and I couldn't help but wonder why she was being weirdly niceI sat up in bed as the lady entered the room with the tray, and the smell of the food hit me like a truck. My stomach grumbled, and I realized I was starving. The lady placed the tray on my lap, and I looked down at it, trying to identify all the different foods.There was a plate of scrambled eggs, perfectly cooked with a sprinkle of herbs on top. Next to it was a mound of crispy bacon, the smell so strong that it made my mouth water. There was a bowl of fresh fruit, perfectly ripe and glistening with juice. And then there were the pancakes, fluffy and golden with a doll

RAINI LAVERNE I couldn't believe it when Bianca told me the masters wanted to see me. Fear coursed through me as I tried to imagine what they had in store for me. I looked over at Layla, who was now hiding in the hole again, and I wished I could have asked her for advice. But I knew I was on my own.As Bianca led me out of the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. The halls were dimly lit, and there was an eerie silence that seemed to hang in the air. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.Finally, we arrived at a large door, and Bianca pushed it open, gesturing for me to enter. I stepped inside and found myself in a lavish room with expensive-looking furniture and an ornate chandelier hanging from the ceiling. But my attention was quickly drawn to the two men sitting at a table in the center of the room.One of them was a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression on his face. The other was shorter, with a round face and a jovial expression that seemed

ZAVIER CROSSWhen we got home, I was skeptical of her claims, but I knew that since Giselle was my business partner, I could use that to my advantage and get more information out of her."So what's our plan now?" Caleb asked, breaking the silence in the room."We need to keep investigating," I said, "and I think Giselle is our best lead at the moment. We'll have to approach her carefully, though. We don't want to scare her off."Damon nodded in agreement, "I think we should split up and see if we can find any other leads while someone talks to Giselle. We need to cover as much ground as possible.""Sounds like a good plan," I said, "River, do you think you can keep an eye on Giselle and see if she leaves her house? Maybe follow her and see where she goes?"River nodded, "I can do that. But what should I do if she catches me?""Make up an excuse," Trinity Fay spoke up, "say you're lost or something. You're good at thinking on your feet.""Alright, I'll do my best," River said, determin

ZAVIER CROSSI stood nervously at the doorstep of the Rogue wolf family, my heart pounding in my chest. Damon was by my side, his jaw clenched tightly, indicating his own nervousness. The door creaked open, revealing a woman who looked at us with suspicion."What do you want?" she asked, her voice laced with caution.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "We're here to see Blake," I said, my voice firm and confident.The woman's eyes narrowed, and I could sense her wariness. "And who are you?" she asked, her tone challenging."I'm Zavier," I replied, stepping forward. "And this is Damon. We're friends of Blake."The woman studied us for a moment, her gaze flickering back and forth between Damon and me. "I don't know you," she said finally. "And I don't have any money to pay for his debt."I felt a surge of frustration and desperation wash over me. "We're not here for money," I said quickly. "We just need to see Blake. It's urgent."The woman hesitated, her eyes still fille

ZAVIER CROSS Grief mess with people a lot. I sat in my room, staring at nothing in particular, feeling an emptiness inside of me that I couldn't shake off. Nate's death weighed heavily on my conscience, and I couldn't help but feel responsible for it. He was my Gamma wolf, my friend, and now he was gone, taken from us too soon.I couldn't help but think about the times we spent together, the laughter we shared, and the bond we had as wolves. I remember when I first met him, he was so eager to join our pack, and I could see the fire in his eyes. He was ambitious, determined, and had a heart of gold. He reminded me of myself when I was his age, and I knew right away that he was going to be a valuable member of our pack.And now, he was gone, and I couldn't help but feel responsible. If I hadn't asked him to meet me at the steakhouse, maybe he would still be alive. Maybe I could have done something to protect him, but I failed. I failed him as his Alpha, and I failed him as his friend.