Accuse Me

I woke to cold air and an empty bedroll.Mattias was gone. The space beside me was still warm, which meant he hadn't been gone long, but the tent felt bigger without him in it. Emptier.I sat up slowly, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. My dress was stiff with dried blood—some mine, most not—and my hair felt like it had been used to scrub a forest floor.Outside, voices drifted through the canvas. Normal camp sounds: metal on metal, someone giving orders, the crackle of a fire. No screaming. No accusations.Yet.I forced myself to stand, swaying slightly as blood rushed to my head. The bowl from last night sat where I'd left it, the stew congealed into something that looked even less appetizing than before.My stomach growled anyway.I picked at it with my fingers, too tired to care about dignity, when the tent flap suddenly ripped open.Davies stood there, the same young soldier from yesterday. His crossbow wasn't drawn, but his hand rested on it. Behind him, three other

Last Updated : 2025-10-21

Everywhere You Go

“We’re fine,” Mattias said, plain and quiet. “We’re too deep underground for them to find us right now.” I stared at him. “Too deep?” My voice sounded small in the cavern. He nodded. “These tunnels run like veins under the entire land. We’re not camping on the surface where a wolf can sniff a trail and follow it. This place isn’t easy to find if you don’t know it." Davies, who’d been standing nearby looking like he wanted to argue, but he eased back instead, watching Mattias closely “We’ll seal and set traps at the mouths of the tunnels, just in case,” Mattias added. People around the fire shifted. No one cheered or laughed or anything, but I could see shoulders tense up anyway. Lena, clutching the blanket to her chest, looked up at me "Do you think we’ll be safe?” “You will be,” Mattias answered her, “ We aren’t going to throw people at them, because we have barely any soldiers left. Instead, we'll wait, and when it's time, we'll move to a more permanent location.” He w

Last Updated : 2025-10-22

Your Pretty Eyes Are Getting Dark

The next morning came without sunlight. The torches never went out down here, but something in the air told me that time had passed. The camp had woken up. Boots scraped on stone, tools clanked against crates, and voices murmured through the tunnels. Life went on, even after everything that had burned above. I sat up on the bedroll, confused for a second. Lena was still asleep beside me, her arm curled over her face, hair a mess of knots and ash. I'd barely slept, my dreams too full of white light and the screams that came with it. By the time I stepped outside, most of the camp was already moving. Fires burned low, heating pots of something thick and practically inedible. I recognised Davies across the cavern, handing out rations with the same dark efficiency he seemed to do everything with. He didn't look at me, but the people he served did with short, sharp glances that didn't hide the disgust in them. Mattias wasn't in sight. Good. I needed to do something before I lost my m

Last Updated : 2025-10-23

Close Your Eyes 2

Mattias dropped the flap behind us, shutting out the whispers and hostile stares from the camp. Inside, a single lantern burned low. I stood there, swaying slightly, feeling stupid and out of place, not sure if my legs would hold me much longer. Everything hurt; my feet, my chest, the space behind my eyes where exhaustion had caused me to have a headache. I was starting to get use to tents, instead of the huge, comfortable rooms back at the Silverfangs pack. I had no idea how people could live like this. Mattias moved to the bedroll and sat down heavily, his face twisting with pain. His shirt was gone, probably lost somewhere in the chaos. The burns across his shoulder and side of his face looked worse in the dim light, the skin looking red, angry and raw. "You're bleeding again," I said, my voice flat. He glanced down at the bandage wrapped around his ribs, already dark with fresh blood. "I'll live." He started unwrapping the cloth with one hand, his movements stiff and frustra

Last Updated : 2025-10-25

Getting Dark 2

Jason blinked once, slowly. His body was still on fire from her touch, blood still pulsing hard from the feel of her straddling him. Her panties were soaked against the thin fabric of his boxers. Her hair framed her face like a halo, her lips slightly parted, and whether from exertion or anger, he couldn’t tell. But her eyes…Her eyes were cold and dead. “I don’t have a mistress,” Jason said carefully, his voice low and controlled, thinking fast. “You know that.”He was by no means a perfect man, but he knew he'd had no other woman besides Samantha since their reunion, despite the dozens of times he'd been tempted. So what the hell was she going on about? He briefly wondered if this was another one of Marcus's plans to sabotage him by planting thoughts in her head that would bring mistrust and cause them to break up.Not that he would ever let her leave him anyway, she was his until the day they died. But he still couldn't shake the thought from his head.Her brow lifted slowly, "L

Last Updated : 2025-10-26

FAFO

SAMANTHA'S POV There she was, confused, emotional, and vulnerable, baring her heart and feelings, and all my insecurities to him, and he was laughing. With her, not at her, although that didn't make things any better. Samantha stared at the infuriating man lounging behind her in the tub like they were at a spa retreat instead of a declaration of war he was trying to seduce her out of. She spun around so fast the water sloshed up the tiled walls, her knees hitting his thigh under the surface of the water. "What's her name?" Jason tilted his head innocently, like he'd said the most normal thing in the world, like she'd just asked him what time it was instead of if he'd hired another mystery woman. A lazy smile tugged at his mouth, his fingers were still in her hair, slowly dragging through the wet strands as if she were some tame pet. "I'm not telling you," he said. He wasn't being defensive or apologetic; he was just amused. Having the time of his life toying with her emotions.

Last Updated : 2025-10-29