~001: The nerd in the cheersquad

Calla“Do I look like someone who knows how to cartwheel?”That’s the first thing I say when Blaire, my best friend, dumps a pair of cheer shoes on my desk like it’s a done deal.She grins. “No, but you look like someone who wants a stronger med school application.”And damn it, she’s not wrong.“Calla Evernight, loosen up a bit… I mean, how am I supposed to introduce my best friend to a prince charming if she won’t even leave the lab?” Blaire huffs, hands on her waist, hips tilted like she’s in a rom-com standoff.I glance up from behind my glasses. Her nipples are poking through the paper-thin tank top, and the denim shorts clinging to her thighs look like they were stitched directly onto her skin. Of course she looks like that — she’s Blaire.“Very simple,” I deadpan. “A biology major, pre-med, lab rat, and someone currently drowning in Organic Chem and late-night tutoring shifts. Please, Blaire. I’m exhausted. I just got back from the lab, I need to study for the test.”I adjust

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

~002: Darko not there

RonanHazel eyes, wavy dark hair rolled up into a tangled ponytail... A nerd in the cheer squad? It’s a first. I can’t even lie, she stands out like a paper cut on silk.“Babe, I’ll be leaving now. I got to meet the girls,” Sasha says, pressing a French kiss to my lips like she’s already claiming territory. I let her do it. No point fighting what I can’t escape for now.I don’t watch her leave. Don’t need to. Her scent fades before she hits the corner.My boots echo against the tiled hallway as I head to my locker. The team's loud banter booms from the gym, but I’m not in the mood to join in. I yank open my locker and lean against it, ignoring the football pads shoved up in the top shelf.*Darko?* I call out through the silence in my head.Nothing.A deep blankness where my wolf used to be.It’s been a month since I last heard him. But just minutes ago, something shifted. A flicker—like he tried to reach out. Faint. Weak. But it was something. Now... nothing again.*Casen. I’m coming

Last Updated : 2025-07-24

~003: Who is she?

RonanMy joints ache before I even roll out of bed, running a pack and being a captain sure drains a lot of energy.It’s been three days since the meeting with the Council and I’ve barely slept through the nights. Not because I don’t want to... trust me, I’d give anything for just a few hours of dreamless, undisturbed sleep — but my body won’t let me. My bones feel like they’re grinding against each other. My lungs can’t seem to fill the way they used to.I splash cold water on my face in the locker room sink and grip the porcelain edges like they’re the only thing keeping me upright. My reflection looks like shit. My eyes are bloodshot. The veins in my neck pop with the tension I keep forcing down. I’m exhausted in a way that sleep won't fix.“Ronan?” Liam pokes his head around the doorframe, his brows drawn tight. “You good?”I grunt and wave him off. “Fine.”It’s a lie. But the kind I’ve been repeating so much, it rolls off my tongue before I can think. But thank the goddess he dis

Last Updated : 2025-07-25

~004: Mate

CallaA scream echoes from the hallway, sharp and panicked. My body jerks. My breath shortens. Everything freezes inside me for a second, like my brain just disconnected.“Hey nerdy, move out if you won’t keep the line,” Sasha snaps from across the line, loud as ever, lips glossed and permanently annoyed. She’s leading the cheer squad today, same energy, same dramatic eyeliner.I blink at her, disoriented. There’s a weird tingling down my spine, like something electric passed through me and a sudden sweet scent that brushes past my nose — warm and strange, like cedarwood drenched in something almost... sinful. I sniff the air like a lost bloodhound. But it's gone as fast as it came.“The captain just fainted!” someone yells, sprinting toward the rink entrance.There's sudden shock on everyone's face.Casen, Blaire's boyfriend, suddenly drops his stick and takes off, sprinting off the ice. "Babe" Blaire calls out for him, startled, she drops her pom poms before she rushes after him. Sa

Last Updated : 2025-07-25

~005: heightened sense

Calla I manage to drag my jelly leg to my apartment… sighing as I dump my bag on the floor. Yeah, today was hectic. I wonder if he’s okay. I sit on my bed, my back finally hitting the mattress. My mind trails back to him, hallucinating? I swear I saw it. But if Blaire says nobody saw anything including Casen who was kneeling beside him then I guess it was the adrenaline messing with my head. I stare at the ceiling. My limbs feel like mashed potatoes. There’s still dirt on my shoes. Whatever. They’re staying on. I turn to the side and immediately catch a sharp, peppery scent that stings the inside of my nose like someone lit a cologne stick right under my nostrils. “Agh—Ava!” I sneeze hard and sit up immediately, my head snapping to the door. “God, were you just bathing in cologne out there?!” No answer. But the scent lingers—burning, aggressive, like her entire body passed through a perfume cloud and left a trail of horror in its wake. My nose wrinkles. I grab my hoodie sl

Last Updated : 2025-07-28

~006: the man in my dream

Calla I feel my body trembling under his touch, hands that trail along my skin like he owns every inch. I hear my name faintly from a distance...like it’s coming from underwater. “Cal… Cal…” It’s Ava, I think. But I don’t want to wake up. Because someone is touching me. A man. His palm is flat against my stomach, moving slowly, and deliberately. I can’t see his face...he’s just a shadow above me—but I feel his mouth on me, soft lips brushing my nipple, teasing me. It sends a cold rush through my chest, sharp and sweet, like the air gets knocked out of me. I’m paralyzed. "...Ah.." I can't move, I can't speak. But I feel everything. He’s not rough. He’s not saying anything. But the weight of him presses against me, and his fingers are spreading my thighs like he knows exactly what he’s doing. My hips buck up slightly and I don’t even mean to. My body’s acting like it has a mind of its own. I can’t see his eyes. I can’t even focus on his face. But he feels real. Too real. Then—