As Caleb and Anya stepped out of the dense forest, tendrils of tension lingered palpably in the air around them. The moon cast an eerie glow over the city's streets, now hushed in a stark departure from the chaos they had left behind. With hearts still pounding from the recent confrontation, they walked side by side in silence, lost within the labyrinth of their own contemplations.Anya's voice shattered the quietude, her determination cutting through. "We can't let Maya's situation go unanswered. Vincent's version of events doesn't hold water. Maya attacking him? Something's not right. We have to unearth the truth, and we have to do it fast."Caleb's response was a resolute nod, his features etched with resolve. "Agreed. We'll delve deeper into this mystery. We owe Maya that much.""By the way, one of us needs to stay home from school tomorrow, Anya silently communicated. Tomorrow morning, she'll wake up disoriented and starving. Plus, she'll need a change of clothes. Though I'm unsu

Anya and Caleb sat very close to Maya's bed as she slept, her bosom rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her face was serene as she slept as if there was nothing to be worried about. Both had their eyes on her, worry etched into their faces. After sitting in minutes of total solitude, Anya broke her gaze on her lover, her former lover, closing her eyes slowly. She didn't know if this was a good time to start afresh or to just ignore everything and allow time to do its thing. It was as if Caleb read her mind when he broke the silence to chip in his two cents, his eyes still on a napping Maya. "You can start afresh with her, given that her mind isn't awake yet. You can even control or keep her in love with you, and wipe away the other parts of her memory that knows." He finished his gaze on the sleeping beauty unwavering. Anya opened her eyes slowly, dragging it to Caleb's face. Anya took her time to read his facial expression which looked serious and stern, until she saw a gentle

Vincent entered the principal's office with an air of purpose, his gaze locked on Mr. Surajo. The principal regarded him with a professional demeanour, waiting for Vincent to state his reason for being there. Vincent intended to present himself as a concerned relation, a concerned parent perhaps, rather than a confrontational figure."Good morning, Mr. Surajo," Vincent greeted, his tone polite and composed."Good morning," the principal replied with a nod. "How can I help you?"Vincent took a moment, his gaze shifting to the desk momentarily before returning to the principal's eyes. He needed to make this appear genuine. "I'm here on behalf of my nephew, who happens to be in the same class as one of your teachers, Ms. Watson."Mr. Surajo's eyebrows raised slightly, his interest piqued. "I see. Is there something you'd like to discuss about Ms. Watson's class?"Vincent paused for a dramatic effect, letting the implication of his words linger in the air. "Yes, there is indeed something

Vincent’s eyelids twitched rapidly and opened to brightness, a lot of it. His brain tried to make sense of the brightness, silence, and his surroundings. He tried to adjust himself to a sitting position to get a better view of where he was and hell let loose. Thousands of pain shot through his entire body system like pangs from hell, forcing him to remain in the lying position. The steady rhythmic beeping of the monitor told him where he was. That was when the origin of the pain came back to him. He sighed. He remembered Anya coming to his house probably to confront him for what happened in school. He remembered that she and Caleb brought him to the hospital, and a different kind of pain took over his system. It came in the form of shame for all he had ever done to retain and assert his position as the alpha of a pack, a position that Anya barely care about. Realisation dawned on him like daybreak. Ignoring the initial pain that had forced him to remain in a lying position, slowly,

Revelation's VeilThe doctor's presence sent a ripple of unease through Vincent. His mind raced with questions about what he might know, about what truly happened to Maya. "Mr. Silverclaw," the doctor began, his voice calm but laced with curiosity, "I couldn't help but notice your reaction when I entered. You seemed... startled." Vincent cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure. "Oh, it's just... I've been having these strange dreams lately, you know? Nightmares, really. So sometimes, reality blurs with my imagination." The doctor looked at him, perfectly keeping a straight face. He returned his gaze to the tablet he came in with. Vincent on the other hand was searching for a hint. He had his story properly cooked in his head and was waiting for the right moment to drop it hot. It didn't seem as if the doctor remembered him, but he was ready with his lie. After going through some information for some minutes, he faced his patient. "When the ambulance brought you, you