All Chapters of OLIVER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

Through the poor-excuse-of-a-hiding space I was at, my eyes widened as I took the form of the figure that had its both arms around a female wolven. She seemed to be in her early twenties, or younger. Pale hair streaked with blood flowed across her chest as the creature cradled her closer. Its mouth on the crook of her neck, as it took large gulps of blood. I didn’t think my eyes could widen more than they already have, or I could feel colder than I already did. But I did. I'd taken my focus off the wolven and glanced at the figure. Its eyes were bloodshot, black veins crawling underneath them till they reached the sides of its jaw. I could make out the exact shape of its head, the hair on it barely a handful. I trailed my gaze to the arms he had around the now slumped body of the wolven. Claws longer and darker than any I'd ever seen on a wolven accompanied fingers that looked like melted flesh. Shaken out of my shock, I tightened my grip on the dagger and shot forward. But I di

The air was thick with tension and the restrained annoyance of my father as he stalked around his study, a glass of whiskey at hand and his jaw clenched. The familiar dark hair of his that Keyleth had inherited from him, swept against his broad shoulders over the brown tunic he wore. The resemblance between them was clear, irrespective of their striking beauty. Keyleth had taken my dad's rich and wavy dark hair, the rich olive brown colour of his skin and the shape of his lips and his eyes, a bright forest green, while I'd only inherited the shape of his face. Beside me on the long chair, Keyleth sat, her face betraying nothing. Pushing down the growing lump down my throat, I sat back in the chair with my knees spread in front of me. I should've known someone would find out we weren't in the castle sooner. I'd gotten carried away at the grey building and Keyleth hadn't even bothered to come look for me until it was too late. It was unbecoming of a responsible alpha who loved and w