October 2023

A Small Victory  ZAIA.  It’s the following day. After what I learned from Aran, I was unable to face Sebastian yesterday. I didn’t want to talk to him, and after everything, I needed a moment to gather my strength. I didn’t want to go before him and break down. So, instead, I put everything into preparing for his release. I don’t believe what […]

 A Father’s Opinion  ZAIA. “I wouldn’t have expected this from you, Zaia,” Aran says as he sits behind his office desk in the Pack Building. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are harsh as he sits there, watching me. “I do apologise, but you have been refusing to answer my calls or to meet me and

 Late-Night Call  ZAIA. I reach home, shifting and transforming into. human form before I slip inside and hurry upstairs to the bedroom that Sebastian and I were going to take. I flip open my suitcase, rummaging inside. So much has happened and with no staff here, everything isn’t even unpacked as I have not had the time.

 A Run In  ZAIA. I spin around, there’s no one in sight, but I can smell them. It smells like… ash and metal? It’s a strange combination, and it’s getting stronger. My own senses are heightened, and I let out a deadly growl, warning them that I’m not afraid of them. The sound that leaves me shocks

In the Night  ZAIA.  I stare down at the mark. It’s almost the same as mine, Val’s and Atticus’s, but there’s one thing that sticks out to me. The triangular point is facing downwards… Where all of ours has an upside-down V that forms a triangle shape, his is like an inverted version of ours. More so,

A Steamy S3x Session  SEBASTIAN.  I thrust into her as her naked body presses against mine.Fuck… I’m consumed by the intoxication she drowns me in. I can feel the cuff digging into her skin as I fondle her boobs roughly. She’s grinding down on my cock, meeting my thrusts as best she can. Our lips are moulded against

An Agreement ZAIA. She isn’t innocent; I know that more than anyone. From a young age, she would be cruel to me. When I did go to Dad’s to spend a little time with him, she would let Annalise pinch and hit me, then threaten me to stay silent or say that if I told anyone, I wouldn’t

 A Name  ZAIA.  Her face pales and her lips quiver as she stares at me, terror plastered on her face. What is she so afraid of? “I… can’t say.” “Why not?” I ask. Annette is frowning as she watches her daughter, but she does not look as scared but rather… confused. Does she not know? Annalise shakes her head as she drops onto