MasukTysonThe first thing I do when I return to MoonHaven is pour every bottle of alcohol down the drain.I don’t hesitate.The amber liquid splashes into the sink in steady streams while the sharp scent of whiskey fills the room. Bottle after bottle empties until the cabinet that has become my refuge over the past few weeks stands completely bare.I stare at the empty shelves for a long moment.That part of me dies here.The whiskey never dulls the pain. It never quiets my wolf. It never brings Naya closer. All it does is steal another day from me, another day I should spend preparing for the moment she finds her way home.I become ashamed of myself as I remember how I almost destroyed myself with drinking. How Aiden didn’t give up on my stupid ass. I should have seen I was giving up on my mate and entire pack. I remember when I walked to the cabinet and pulled out another bottle of whiskey.Aiden groaned. “Seriously?”I didn’t answer. I yanked the cork free and lifted the bottle. Before
TysonThe Oracle’s cottage sits exactly where it always has, hidden deep within the sacred grove where even the oldest wolves rarely dare to wander. The forest is unusually quiet tonight.No birds sing, no insects chirp, even the wind seems to hold its breath.This time, I don’t summon her like an alpha, l’m going to her as a man who is desperate for hope. Aiden walks beside me without speaking. He knows this place demands silence. Every snapped twig beneath our boots sounds unnaturally loud, as though the forest itself is listening.By the time we reach the clearing, the cottage door is already open. My steps falter.She’s expecting us.The old woman stands in the doorway dressed in the same white robes she always wears. Her silver hair spills over her shoulders, glowing beneath the moonlight. Her cloudy eyes settle on me long before I reach her.“I wondered how much longer it would take. You lot walk like old man.” she says softly.I don’t bother with greetings. “I need your help. A
TysonThe whiskey burns all the way down my throat. I don’t even flinch. It doesn’t burn enough. Nothing burns enough anymore.I stare at the amber liquid swirling inside my glass before pouring another generous measure. The bottle is almost empty. I vaguely remember opening it sometime this afternoon.Or was it yesterday?The days have begun blending together.Sleep rarely comes, and when it does, it brings nightmares instead of rest. Every time I close my eyes, I see Naya reaching for me. Sometimes she’s screaming my name while invisible hands drag her into darkness. Other times she’s standing in the middle of the forest, covered in blood, looking at me with disappointment in her eyes.The dream always ends the same way. I never reach her. The glass touches my lips again, but before I can drink, someone snatches it from my hand. I don’t have to look up to know who it is.Aiden.He places the glass on the opposite side of my desk and folds his arms across his chest.“I’ve had enough
NayaMy father didn’t sweat after slapping me, again. Instead, he folds his hands behind his back and nods toward the prisoner hanging from the chains.“Continue.”My stomach twists.The guards move again. One grabs the prisoner’s hair and jerks his head backward. Another drives a fist into his ribs.The man’s scream bounces off the stone walls.I shut my eyes.“Look at him.”Tom’s voice slices through the room.I don’t move.“I said…” His tone hardens. “…look.”Slowly, I force my eyes open. The prisoner is barely conscious now. Blood runs from his nose, one eye is swollen shut. His breathing comes in short, painful gasps.“I won’t help you,” I whisper.Tom smiles faintly. “You misunderstand.” He walks toward the prisoner. “I don’t need your help.”He stops directly in front of the man.“I only need you to learn. Know when he’s lying and when he’s about to break.”The words send a chill through me. Another punch lands.The prisoner groans. “I’ll tell you…” His voice is barely audible.
NayaI leave Tom’s study with my cheek still burning from where he slapped me.The pain doesn’t bother me nearly as much as the words he throws at me before I walk out. They cling to me like smoke, refusing to disappear no matter how many times I tell myself they’re lies.Your mother never wanted you, I begged her to keep you. I laugh bitterly as I climb the staircase toward my room.He’s a manipulator. That’s what he does. He studies people until he finds the one lie capable of hurting them the most, then he throws it at them and waits for it to grow roots.Well, it won’t work on me.My mother is the only person who has never lied to me.She is the woman who wraps me in blankets whenever I get sick. The woman who pretends she isn’t hungry so I can have the last piece of bread. The woman who spends nights sewing torn clothes by candlelight because buying new ones is a luxury we can never afford. That woman doesn’t wake up one morning and decide she doesn’t want her child.No. I know m
NayaI spend the rest of the day trying to convince myself that the maid is lying. She has to be. There is simply no other explanation. Every word she says keeps replaying in my head, refusing to leave me alone.Your mother comes and goes whenever she wishes. Mr. Tom has never stopped her.No.That doesn’t make any sense. My mother stood in that forest with a knife pressed against her throat. She cried when she saw me. She begged me to listen to her. None of that could have been fake.Could it?I shake my head so hard my temples begin to ache.No.She isn’t capable of something like that, she is my mother. She is the woman who skips meals just to make sure I have enough to eat. The woman who stays awake through the night whenever I have a fever. The woman who works until her hands crack open because she refuses to let me go hungry.That woman would never help someone kidnap me, never. So there has to be another explanation. Maybe the maid doesn’t know the truth. Maybe Tom only allows
I think I fainted again I regain consciousness at the same time I feel a hand brush mine, but when I open my eyes, Alpha is standing a little far from me, looking as if he is ready to cut off my neck.He frowns. “You really fainted. You were not pretending. I could taste your fear and confusion.”
I woke up in a bed, surrounded by three big men. They are all huge. I pretend as if I am still unconscious.A voice booms beside me. “Open your eyes, spy. We can tell you’re awake.”I open my eyes to glare at the speaker. A tall blond man who looks about thirty-four. “You don’t need to be so loud,
Chapter TwoAs much as I would love to get myself some buzz, I can’t do that with my state of unemployment. I hardly get drunk, it takes a lot of alcohol to get me to that state. Lucky me, nothing ever works my way. Back when my mum was still alive, she used to tell me I am wasting my time trying
I nearly escape, my things packed and my key in my hand, just as I am about to lock the door, that’s when I hear footsteps.If I were living a normal life, I would have thought it was probably my neighbors returning from a latenight party. But no, nothing about my life has been normal ever since m







