The Silence Between Us Novels & Stories

Hatred. "Let's get a divorce."

Music drifted through the car—something easy, something that made you want to linger. Her son played tour guide from the back. “Sheep!” Keller answered, not even surprised anymore. “Yeah.” “And more sheep!” “Ireland’s breaking records now.” “And cows!” “That’s it. We’re famous.” Selana laughed again—quieter this time, just content. She caught Keller’s glance in the mirror. He noticed, and somehow, nothing needed to be said. These pockets of silence kept happening, places where they just understood each other. After so much chaos, even peace felt a little strange. Strange and a bit scary.

Like he thought if he let go of the silence, it might splinter between us again. The Bone Moon hung above, high and unblinking. Its light spilled across the forest floor in long veins of silver, catching on the broken ash clinging to his boots, to my wrists, to the places neither of us had washed clean yet. My wolf had gone still. Not in fear. Not in retreat. Just… folded down in the quiet. Listening. I used to think that silence between us meant distance. That if we weren’t pulled tight by the tether, there’d be nothing left but air.

“That’s not true. I want all of you. Even the parts that burn but you can’t lead them if you burn yourself out before they kneel.” Nicole met him in that silence, something raw flickering in her gaze. The air between them pulsed. The intimacy and fury was tangled and indistinguishable. For a long heartbeat, neither spoke. The chamber filled with the weight of what they couldn’t say, the press of all that had gone unsaid too long. The silence became louder than any roar and in that silence, Nicole wondered if this was what would break them. The silence dragged. It was no longer just absence of words, but a weight pressing down, grinding bone against bone. Nicole stood rigid by the window, ref

Everything stops! Silence.

The space between us grew, and with it, the terrifying truth - this charged silence, thick with unspoken hurt, might just be the turning point in our whole damn story. The slam of the door echoed through the room, a punctuation mark on the tense scene. Sophie turned to face us, her lips pursed in a thin line. I met her gaze, and a silent exchange passed between us. There were a thousand questions and unspoken concerns swirling in her eyes, a desire to delve into the raw emotions that hung heavy in the air.

The silence between us is not empty. It is full of everything, full of us, full of the bond humming warm and complete between us, and I think about how different this silence is from the one that almost destroyed me. That silence, June lying still and cold with her heartbeat slowing under my hand, the silence of something being taken. This silence is the opposite. This is the silence of something complete. And then something shifts in me without warning.

Not immediately. And the silence between us hangs heavier than any word could.

C H A P T E R 7 "Victoria," Daniel replied. Nathan barely held himself back from gaping at what he said. Didn't Daniel's mother say this woman would not come today? All of a sudden Nathan started to get panicked. "Nathan, this is Victoria. Victoria, this is Nathan, my boyfriend." Daniel calmly introduced them to each other as though nothing was wrong. "Hi," Nathan smiled nervously. Victoria stared back at him, silent and unmoving. The silence was so awkward and stifling as she eyed him like prey, the eerie smile still painted on her lips.