Things Have Gotten Worse Novels & Stories

But one thing was certain. This place… These people… They were far worse than I had ever imagined.

If only it were that easy. Violet pulled her from her thoughts with a hum, nodding along as if she’d thought about it a little more and agreed. “Yeah…” she sighed, shrugging as if it were hopeless. “I guess you’re right... Things around here always tend to get worse.” Even when it didn’t feel possible. Even when you did everything right - prayed and put in the hard work - it got worse. Just like clockwork, whether you deserved it or not. They most certainly did not.

I hesitated, then decided fuck it. “Everything keeps getting worse,” I admitted quietly. “Every answer just drags me deeper into this shit, and the deeper it gets, the more impossible everything starts feeling.” Raffaele didn't interrupt, he just listened, and somehow that made it easier to keep going. “I used to think the arrangement was the worst thing that happened to me,” I admitted with a bitter laugh. “Now it feels like the smallest part of all this.” His hand tightened slightly around my wrist before loosening again.

"We just want to make sure...." "Make sure what? That I don't know the truth? That I don't understand what's happening to my own body?" She stood up. Wrapped her arms around herself. "I can feel it. I can feel something changing. Something accelerating. I've felt it since day one and you've all been lying about it." None of them answered. Which was confirmation enough. "It's getting worse," she said. Not a question. "The Strain. It's not getting better. It's getting worse."

He replies, “You can come. He’s been waiting for you anyways.” We walk in silence and the whole pack too is deadly silent with barely anyone on the pack field. It wasn't like this three years ago, the outside was always filled with wolves playing, training, and discussion among other wolves. Now everywhere just feels different. Dead. I can't hold it in anymore. I needed to know. “How have the wolves been? Are they getting better?” He keeps his face straight ahead. “No, they are not,” his eyes shift to me, piercing mine. “If anything, it has gotten worse.”

What breaks once… breaks easier the second time. And I knew the worst was still to come. To be continued…

It was a sign. Something worse was coming.

Worse? It was working.

A sense of dread crept over me. Things just keep getting worse!

Shit! What have I gotten myself into?