LOGINWren Carter
Loud alarms pierced the air, waking me up instantaneously. It felt like being spat out from the sea as if I was drowning. I looked at the time and it was 7 am. I had almost two hours to get ready until my class started so I got up immediately. I worked two jobs to make ends meet, starting before sunrise and again at noon. After adjusting my hours for college, I survived on three hours of sleep. Even with a scholarship, I couldn’t afford to slack off.
With my father being absent throughout my life, my mother was all I had, and she was always sick. Most of my free time was spent sitting beside her in the hospital. I did not stop by Mom's last night because I had tired myself out at the gas station last night, my other job. Some kids thought it would be funny to go around messing with the slushy machine, which caused it to break down and leak continuously.
I stretched and yawned, rubbing my eyes as I slept for two hours only. I was tired beyond limit and my body was in pain but I had to push through another day. I boiled an egg and grabbed a stale piece of bread before wearing a worn out sweater and my cargo capri that I bagged from the thrift store. I saw how everyone dressed at the university the day before however that could not stop me from having to idolize them. I knew my limit and what I could afford.
I walked a block to reach the bus stop. I rocked on my heels as I waited and took in the pleasant weather. I was glad to be early to the stop, however, due to traffic and maintenance issues, it took an hour to get to my campus.
This time I had plenty of minutes before my class started so I could go over yesterday’s notes. I hoped I would not have to face those guys from yesterday. They surprisingly were also not around when I reached the hallways. I made a beeline to my locker.
As soon as I unlocked my locker the first uncanny thing that happened was the smell.
The most rancid smell hit my nose before a heavy bag fell out from the locker and onto the ground before my feet. I flinched back as I held my nose. The moment I registered what the bag contained, more so what the bag was, I gasped and fell back on back. I felt my world tilt as my body went numb.
It was not a bag. It was a dead animal, specifically a racoon.
The blood was pooling around it as it laid cold and still.
I heard gasps and shrieks from around me as people started to gather around. The world around me felt distant as I felt my own breath pace faster. I was hyperventilating as my mind went blank. I got flashbacks of a certain small furry friend I had in my childhood that I held dearest to me until he was killed.
I felt my vision slowly go dark before I heard my name being called faintly from afar then a hard hand shook my shoulder. It jolted me back to consciousness. It was Gen. Her features were twisted into worry as she shook me and held a water bottle in front of me.
Behind Gen was a furious woman with her arms crossed. She was talking but I could not hear her as my mind was focused on the dead animal in front of me.
I shook my head to force myself into consciousness. I mentally cursed myself for reacting this way and consoled myself that it must be because I was too tired.
“Wren!” Gen called out again and this time I looked at her, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
She rained me with questions to which I just nodded but before I could recover, a loud shrill voice objected, “What the hell is all of this?”
It was the student coordinator. She looked overwhelmed. I looked up and tried to defend myself. “This wasn't me! I don’t know how this happened!”
"Well, I don’t care how this happened. I want you in my office after classes!” With that, she marched off while barking orders to the janitorial team.
“Oh God! I am so sorry this happened.” Gen said as she helped me get up. She looked disoriented, as the smell was unbearable as well as the sight.
“It’s alright,” I responded.
To me, this should not have the effect like it did. I thought I had gotten over my pet’s death. I decided to close the lid to my emotions by labeling it exhaustion. I felt my blood boil as I thought about who could have been the culprit.
Definitely the prince and his goons.
When I tuned back in, Gen was rambling about how horrible this was and how I did not deserve this. I simply smiled at her and assured her that I was fine.
“It’s alright, really.” I dusted off my pants and adjusted my sweater. “I’ll go clean up and meet you in class.”
Before she could object I turned away and walked down to the washroom. I stood before the washroom and stared at my reflection. A short girl, with short dark hair and light brown eyes along with high cheekbones, stared back at me. I looked at my pathetic self and wondered how far I had fallen. And how far can I go before I break?
I broke eye contact and washed my hands even though there was nothing to wash. I scrubbed my hand vigorously as if I could peel my skin off but the stench of the dead meat was not going away. It might be that I was imagining it too much or the exhaustion had gotten to my mind but it was not the kind of start I would have imagined for my day.
I gripped the counter as I pondered over everything, even my response to them for playing this prank. I was seething as I thought about Cyrus and his stupid smile. One day I would be the one to wipe it clean off his face.
By the time I recovered from my daydreams, I had lost track of time and was late to class.
Amazing! Just the cherry on the top!
I thought sarcastically. I grabbed my bag and dashed through the hallways towards my class. As soon as I entered the class haphazardly the professor paused and gave me a glare. I did not need to look at the student to know their reaction but it was nothing kind.
“Ms. Carter.” Professor Wright started as he set down the marker on the table. “I want you out of my class this instant. If you cannot respect the timings then don’t bother showing up!”
His voice raised with every syllable. Before I could utter an apology, the prince had raised his hand bringing all attention to him, even the professor’s.
“I think it would be fine to let Ms. Carter go this once.” Cyrus said with such a melodic voice that everyone around him was swooning. I rolled my eyes as his smile deepened.
“Mr. Blackwood, the time…” Professor Wright was flustered as he trailed off.
“It would be alright.” Cyrus stated, which made the professor give me a nod towards my seat, allowing me to attend.
I clenched my jaw as I met Cyrus’ eyes, my fists tightening to the point they turned white. I marched off to my seat.
Wren CarterSomething was wrong with Cyrus.At first, I told myself I was imagining it.Maybe he was busy. Maybe his father had buried him under another mountain of responsibilities. Maybe he was simply giving me the space I'd once begged him for.But no matter how many excuses I came up with, none of them felt right.Because this wasn't the Cyrus I'd slowly begun to know.The Cyrus who would send me a sarcastic text after class.The Cyrus who would somehow appear outside the hospital at exactly the same time as my visits.The Cyrus who had started smiling more than smirking.This Cyrus...Looked haunted.It had been three days since we'd visited my mother together.Three days since we'd laughed over burnt pancakes he had proudly insisted were "perfectly edible."Three days since we'd sat under the stars talking about absolutely nothing.And in those three days, something inside him had changed.He still walked me home.He still made sure I reached my apartment safely.He still called
Cyrus Blackwood There were days when I wished ignorance had stayed bliss. Today wasn't one of them. I was halfway through dismantling the punching bag hanging in my private gym when my phone buzzed across the bench beside my towel. Sweat dripped from my forehead as I ignored it, driving another punch into the leather until the chain rattled violently above me. The ache in my knuckles was welcome. Physical pain was easier to deal with than the constant war going on inside my head. Wren. She had occupied every waking thought of mine for weeks now. Was she sleeping enough? Was she eating? Had her mother gotten better? Were those bastards still watching her? The questions never stopped. My phone buzzed again. This time, I glanced at the screen. Marcus. The investigator I had connections with. Immediately, my posture stiffened. Marcus never called unless he had something important. I grabbed the phone before the third ring. "What?" "I found something." Those three words we
Cyrus BlackwoodI wasn't sure what terrified me more. Business meetings with my father.Or asking Wren Carter to have dinner with me.At least in business meetings I knew exactly how I'd fail.With Wren...I never knew.Mrs. Carter had eventually fallen asleep after exhausting herself talking more than the doctors probably approved of, leaving Wren and me quietly walking side by side through the hospital corridor. Neither of us felt the need to fill the silence. It wasn't uncomfortable anymore. Somewhere along the way, silence with her had become... peaceful.She was adjusting the strap of her bag when I finally worked up the courage."Wren?""Hm?"She looked over.My rehearsed speech disappeared instantly."I..." I scratched the back of my neck. "I wanted to ask you something."She stopped walking. I almost wished she hadn't. Now she was actually waiting. Patiently."What is it?"I took a slow breath. "Would you..."No.Too direct."I was thinking maybe..."Still terrible.She tilted
Wren CarterThe elevator ride to my mother's floor felt strangely... peaceful.For once, my mind wasn't occupied by threatening messages or Adrian's confession or wondering whether someone was watching me.Instead, I found myself painfully aware of the man standing beside me.Cyrus leaned casually against the wall of the elevator, one hand tucked into the pocket of his jeans while the other held a small paper bag from the bakery downstairs.I glanced at it."You bought something?"He looked down as though he'd forgotten he was holding it."Oh."A sheepish smile tugged at his lips."Your mom likes those strawberry cream pastries."I blinked."You remembered?"He looked genuinely confused."Of course."Then, after a brief pause, he added quietly,"She mentioned it the second time I visited."The second time.He remembered something so insignificant that even I had forgotten she'd mentioned it.Before I could stop myself, I smiled.A real one.He caught it immediately."What?""Nothing."
Cyrus BlackwoodIf someone had told me a month ago that my Saturday morning would begin with Wren Carter calling me first...I would've laughed in their face.Yet here I was.Standing in my room with a folder full of reports spread across my desk, trying to make sense of names, numbers, and dead ends that all somehow led back to the men hunting Wren.Nothing fit together.Every lead I chased either disappeared or circled back to another fake identity.The photograph of her mother.The threatening messages.Adrian.The loan sharks.It all felt connected, but there was still a missing piece.One piece.And until I found it...Wren wasn't safe.I rubbed a tired hand over my face before throwing another file onto the desk with a frustrated sigh."Damn it."For the first time in years, I felt useless.No amount of money.No family influence.No connections.Nothing seemed enough.Whoever these people were...They knew how to disappear.I leaned both hands against the desk, staring blankly
Cyrus BlackwoodBy the time I pulled into the driveway, it was well past midnight.The entire estate was lit up as if someone important had arrived.That usually meant one thing.My father was home.I shut off the engine and sat there for a few seconds, rubbing my face with both hands. After everything Ryan had uncovered tonight, the last thing I wanted was another lecture from him.Unfortunately...Life rarely cared what I wanted.The moment I stepped through the front doors, one of the house staff approached me cautiously."Mr. Blackwood is waiting for you in his study, sir."Of course he was.I nodded once before making my way down the familiar hallway.The door was already open.My father stood beside the floor-to-ceiling windows with a glass of whiskey in one hand, his back facing me. He didn't bother turning around when I entered."I hear you've been busy."I closed the door behind me."If this is about Christy—""It isn't."His calm tone somehow felt more dangerous than if he h
Cyrus BlackwoodThe sun was hidden behind the clouds, which made the environment dim. It was drizzling lightly, making the already damp environment more foggy and chilly. Everyone’s spirits were low as well considering it was the final day and the most important presentation as well. The tensions w
Wren CarterThe sharp scent of antiseptic brought me back to my senses the second I stepped in the clinic. I hated the environment but I hated being sick more. It was a small cabin but they had the perfect set up for a makeshift clinic. Small narrow beds lined one side of the cabin while a row of c
Cyrus BlackwoodMy foot tapped restlessly on the ground as I leaned on the tree trunk. I had woken up early and gone for a run before I stood at the agreed position for the sample collection. She was late and it was agitating me. I got that she was sick but that was yesterday. I thought about that
Wren CarterOh shit!Everything happened too fast.One second we were arguing; the next Ethan stepped forward with a dark look and his hands were on me. I barely had time to gasp before the ground disappeared beneath my feet. The sudden rush of cold and violent waters sucked away any breath I had.







