LOGINCrystal’s POV I was taken aback. For a few seconds I was speechless. I opened my mouth expecting no sound to come out but I was wrong. "Was?" I was offended and it clearly showed. Tristan chuckled. "What's so funny?" I whined. "Why did you change your mind?" After the year Tristan and
I learnt as much as I could about leading the pack. I still didn't know how Tristan did it. I had barely just graduated high school and all these people looked at me waiting for guidance and protection. It was daunting and nerve racking but I tried my best. The AAP training helped too. I was g
Crystal’s POV (One year later) I learnt to speak in silence. At least around Tristan. When he got too quiet, I knew it was time to get him to a place of isolation where he could sit in his grief without the whole world watching him. I could tell the pack wasn't the same and though our loss
Roman still hadn't returned and I could tell Crystal was worried even though she didn't voice it out. Probably worried about what I might think. But I guess seeing as to how Roman had helped us both escape, maybe I could try to overlook my intense dislike for the guy. Meggy had gotten up sayin
Tristan’s POV When I woke up I was only partly aware of where I was. It was dark but I could still tell I was in the woods. The leaves on the trees rustled with the cool air. They blocked the sky but through the spaces I could see a scattering of stars. When I looked forward I saw a girl wit
Crystal’s POV Never in my life did I ever think I would hear Joshua Melrose say those words. I knew this was technically a dream but it couldn't have prepared me for how dazed I still felt. Mikey's mind space had seemed so scattered and disorganised. But just like Tristan's, it had been in a r
Roman had always worn a mask and I had always thought so but dismissed it because I knew that any person would expect me to be suspicious of the guy who was with my mate and write it off as a case of paranoia on my part. "You think he would try to manipulate us when it comes to Crystal? Three years
Tristan’s POV I woke with a start and sat up in my bed heaving. Bridget sat at my dresser flipping through the pages of what looked like a folder. "It's not even 6.am yet, T." She spoke, not taking her eyes off what she was reading. I ran a hand down my face not even bothering to look at the dig
Crap. Nice going Tristan. The girl took off her jacket quickly and tossed it at me. I absent-mindedly picked it up to cover myself but my eyes didn't leave her. My wolf was taking her in, memorising every inch of her. 'Mine." I found myself growling. The girl stared at me, still looking par
I stopped myself. I was going to say Tristan which would have been a huge mistake. "That has always been the plan, Crystal. Remember? You and me against the world." I fought back tears but allowed myself to sniffle. I wanted him to know how this was affecting me too. "You - Roman, you know it's n







