Renna I hastily threw on my clothes, feeling the rough fabric against my skin. The sound of my movements echoed through the canvas tent, making me wonder if my screams had indeed awakened everyone. The faint smell of fear lingered in the air as I quickly discarded the idea of wearing the disguise. I couldn’t risk Sage and Cole catching a glimpse of it. Xavier emerged from the tent, and I trailed behind him, the soft rustle of the fabric accompanying our steps. Confusion clouded my mind as I couldn’t fathom why she sought my man’s presence, and a sense of unease settled within me, like a knot tightening in my stomach. “Xavie, how are you?” she coos, her voice gentle and melodic, as she glides over towards him. Wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace, a faint hint of her perfume fills the air. I can’t help but notice how she manages to transform our warriors’ uniform into something alluring. Does she have no shame? However, Xavier remains unresponsive, his body tense as he gent

Xavier I was infuriated by her actions, my frustration rising as I watched her casually dismiss Sage’s apology. The air felt tense and heavy, the room filled with the sound of our heated argument. The scent of frustration and misunderstanding lingered in the air, adding to the growing tension. Renna, as the Luna of our pack, should know better. I longed for her to see beyond her constant suspicion, to realise that Saga was nothing more than a dear friend to me. If only she could truly understand. I know she is only looking out for me in her own way, but how can she think that my two best friends are against me? They have been nothing but supportive. I stride through the bustling camp, the scent of damp earth and burning wood filling the air. I make my way towards the main tent, its flaps billowing in the gentle breeze. Inside, the voices of soldiers discussing battle plans echo, punctuated by the occasional clink of armour. The weight of exhaustion settles upon me, and I yearn for th

RennaI quietly trailed behind them along the familiar path I had taken that evening with my parents, my footsteps barely audible on the damp ground. The scent of damp earth mingled with the faint aroma of blooming flowers, filling the air. As they suddenly halted, I swiftly ducked into the dense bushes, my heart pounding in my chest. A sense of eerie familiarity washed over me, like a wave of déjà vu, as I peered through the foliage at the couple standing in the small clearing.They held hands, their fingers intertwined, as they swung them together. The sound of their laughter filled the air, blending with the gentle rustle of leaves overhead. He pulled her close, his touch firm yet gentle, his hand cupping her ass. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and affection, a soft smile playing on her lips. The scent of the surrounding flowers wafted through the air, adding a touch of sweetness to the moment.As I watched them, I couldn’t help but marvel at their

Renna Lia’s hands tightly closed around my body, effortlessly hoisting me from the ground. The air rushed past my ears as I dangled helplessly, suspended in her surprising strength. Her eyes bore into mine, a mix of anger and apprehension flickering across her face. With a sneer, she uttered, “You shouldn’t be here, Renna,” before abruptly releasing me. The impact with the floor sent a jolt of pain through my body, but I managed to gather myself and meet her gaze. Though her fury was evident, I couldn’t help but notice a hint of fear shimmering in her eyes. I gaze at her, the soft sunlight filtering through the leaves casting a play of shadows on her face. My eyes narrow as I catch a glimpse of something... Is it a bruise or just a trick of the light? I can’t be certain. Concern fills my voice as I inquire, “What happened to your face?” My fingertips lightly graze her skin, revealing a few more faint purple marks. A surge of protectiveness engulfs me, and I can’t help but wonder if E

Renna As I gaze at Lia, a sense of unease washes over me. A cool breeze sends shivers down my spine, and I can’t shake the feeling that Ethan could emerge from the nearby bushes at any moment. My heart pounds in my chest, and beads of perspiration form on my forehead. The gentle rustling of leaves accompanies her cautious step towards me, blending with the haunting melody of the wind. “You’re too late, Renna,” she whispers, her voice laced with a chilling certainty. The sound echoes off the dimly lit trees, shadows dance from the leaves, their eerie shapes mirroring the impending doom that hangs in the air. Her steps are deliberate, each one bringing her closer to me. I can feel the weight of her presence, suffocating and heavy, as if the ground itself is closing in on me. My heart pounds relentlessly in my chest, its rhythm a symphony of fear and anticipation. She stops just a few feet away, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. I can almost