Novel & Cerita Tropic Of Capricorn

ALINA Somehow, we always found our way to the lake. Or at least Zion always found his way to the lake. I realized that he found solace in its quietness. Peace in its tranquility. The clear water of the lake reflected the black stary sky, rippling ever so slightly with the harsh gust of wind that disturbed its peace. The wind ruffled the leaves of the tall trees that lined the area, hiding us from the world. My eyes watched the full silver moon that glistened brightly in the sky. A shiver racked my body, the weather becoming colder as we approached winter.

All of it. Worth it. Later. The bedroom. The October dark. His arm around her. Her head on his chest. His heartbeat. Slow. Steady. Real. “Cape Town,” she said. “Cape Town,” he agreed. “Your mother’s going to cry,” she said. “Yes,” he said. “I might too,” she said. “I know,” he said. She held his arm. “When?” she said. “Summer,” he said. “Southern hemisphere. December again.” A pause. “The mountain in December.”

Becca POV. The steady, rhythmic beat of drums echoed through the streets, mingling with bursts of vibrant colors and lively music. It was a day in the month of June, when all the inhabitants of Havenwoods would come together to celebrate and feast. But as I looked around at the decorations and smiling faces, I couldn't help but feel that it was all for show. Every 13th of June, we gathered in the grand city hall to commemorate Haven Feast - a day where humans and werewolves supposedly celebrate their harmonious coexistence. But deep down, I knew it was all just a facade. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this celebration was nothing more than a hollow cha