All Chapters of Primal Craving : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable.— James A. Garfield.CAMELLIA Months had passed since I first discovered werewolves. Somehow, I knew nothing—and yet, in some twisted way, I knew everything.Rowan pointed at the whiteboard Kyle was scribbling on, though his enthusiasm didn't match Damien’s.“The raven howl was an extinct group of supernaturals,” Kyle said, gesturing at a questionable doodle. “It contained only hybrids.”“Was that supposed to be a werewolf?” Rowan asked, squinting at the drawing.“This is their symbol,” Damien interrupted, pointing proudly… at a circle he’d drawn right on his own ass.“Just that their symbol isn’t nearly as juicy as my ass—and it’s got a circle piercing it,” he finished with a grin.“What the hell are hybrids, anyway?” Lily asked from beside me, clutching my hand so hard I thought it might snap off.Rowan immediately rushed forward, shoving Kyle out of the way before he could open his mouth.“They’re a mix of werewol

It's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.— Lewis Carroll.CAMELLIA Darius was a tad different—still the same in some ways, clingier maybe, but somehow…different.“Ugh, I hate that I miss Rowan so much…the big dicked motherfucker,” Lily groaned, dabbing her body with sunscreen.I knew what she meant,the constant, low-level ache of someone missing from your life.“The mate pull is annoying,” I agreed, dabbing sunscreen over my arms as I lay back to tan.We were currently on a yacht with just one sailor. Darius insisted we needed the break after all the chaos with the pack.He’d been sending us on trips all week, and fuck—who was I to complain? I mean, if being spoiled was a crime, I’d be doing life right now.He’d been extra persistent about this yacht trip, practically booking it before any of us could breathe, making sure we had the sun, the sea, and zero excuses to stay home. With Lilah at school, it was just the two of us soaking it all in.But f

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.— W. B. Yeats.LILAH Everything was strange these days. I didn't like it.Everyone’s mouths moved, but no one told me what they said. I wanted to shout, but my shout was small, so I kicked the chair instead when nobody was watching.My sister sometimes cried in the kitchen, her shoulders shaking like she was cold. When I walked in, she wiped her cheeks fast, like she didn’t want me to see.Then Darius would come, and she stopped crying so quickly, like magic. It was like he had a secret button to make her tears to away.They are always together now. Too close. There was no room for me.I didn’t know what to feel.Darius wasn’t bad—he never shouted, never slammed things like daddy did.But he wasn’t Lucien. And he didn’t tell silly jokes like Uncle Damien.I missed that. I missed them.“Okay, Lilah, time for the pancakes,” Lily said. I didn’t hear her voice, but her lips made the shape of pancakes,

It is in your moments of decision that your destiny is shaped. — Tony Robbins. CAMELLIA Darius and I have definitely grown closer but truthfully, it was more him carrying the weight of that closeness than me. The night he confided in me about the command he had issued—the one that led to the deaths of innocents, including a pregnant woman and her baby, during a suspected raven howl sighting. I could see how much it had broken him; losing his mate while she was pregnant had left a scar no command or control could ever heal. And showing that vulnerable side of himself drew him closer to me. As friends, at least from my side… and I hoped it was the same for him. Well… fuck, I was wrong. “What do you mean I should become your Luna, Darius?” I asked, my hands pressing against my lower belly and sides as a sharp ache curled through me. God, my back and stomach wouldn’t stop reminding me something was different. Darius’s eyes flicked to my belly before returning to my face. “Have

I was never really insane except on occasions where my heart was touched.—Edgar Allan poe.DARIUS Camellia never understood the vision. But I did.I carried it, nurtured it, until it consumed me,until I became the only one who truly saw what had to be done.She would be my Luna, and the pack would finally be whole again. She didn’t even realize how her mere presence had mended what I had bled myself dry trying to fix.“You can close the door,” she said softly, shifting on the bed.To her, it was nothing—just a gesture, a kindness.But I heard it differently. An opening. A promise.We sat in silence for a few seconds. I didn’t mind, it was enough just being near her before she finally decided to speak up.“I don’t know what to say, Darius,” she murmured, her fingers tugging at the blanket as her eyes carefully avoided mine.I forced a slow breath, the same way I always did when the wolf in me stirred too close to the surface.“Anything is fine. Start anywhere,’ I said gently, shift