Fated Tragedy
“My name is Niko Tipton, and this is my pup, Nicky F*e. I’d love to have a real friend. I’m new here, so the more, the merrier.”
Her warmth made me smile—she was kind, the kind of person who didn’t need to try to seem good. She just was.
We walked together toward the pack house, chatting easily. I told her about my book idea, and her enthusiasm was instant. She agreed to read it while I continued writing it, even offering to help me brainstorm scenes. Before long, we decided to go out for lunch to get to know each other better.
It felt… nice. Normal, even.
After everything I had survived—after cages, curses, and battles—I was finally doing something simple: making a friend.