LOGIN*Adis*"What the hell happened here?"The voice comes from the loading door, sharp and breathless. I know it before I can turn my head. Tjeck. My muscles are finally starting to unlock, but only in cruel little bursts. Fingers first. Jaw. A twitch in my thigh that goes nowhere. I lie on cold concrete with Ela's blood crawling toward my boot and Jeremy half-collapsed beside me, one hand clamped over his side. He is trying not to make noise. That is how bad it is. "Trap," I get out. My tongue feels thick. "Two runners. Back wall." Tjeck does not waste time asking questions. He shifts course at once, a gray blur in human skin, then a wolf for three long strides, then man again as he hits the crates. A shout follows, one hard thud, another. Someone scrambles. Someone begs. The sound cuts off under a crack of bone. Jeremy sways where he kneels over me. Blood drips from his ribs to the floor in a steady patter that makes my stomach turn. "You stupid bastard," he says, voice thin with
*Adis* Just as Ela’s hook descends toward me, time seems to stretch, every agonizing second feeling like an eternity. I brace myself for the pain that’s promised to swallow me whole. But then… out of nowhere… a blur of fur bursts from the shadows, leaping with a ferocity that takes me by surprise. A massive wolf tackles Ela, knocking her to the ground, the force of the impact sending her hook flying. I watch, wide-eyed, as the creature sinks its teeth into her shoulder, a primal growl echoing through the warehouse. The world feels suspended as they wrestle, the chaos of fur and fury overwhelming. “Get off him!” I scream, my voice raw with urgency, but my body remains frozen, still trapped in the grip of electric paralysis. I can only watch as the wolf rips into Ela, the struggle becoming more brutal by the second. But Ela isn’t done yet. Even as the wolf bears down on her, she manages to twist, her hook slicing through the air again. It finds its mark, digging into the wolf’s flan
*Adis* The sun hangs low in the sky as I step into the abandoned warehouse, its rusted beams and shattered windows towering like ghosts of a forgotten era. The air is thick with dust and the scent of damp concrete, but I’m focused, adrenaline surging through my veins. I need answers, and I’m not leaving until I get them. Clay’s gang has been silent since his demise, but I can’t shake the feeling they know more than they’re letting on… especially about Zombie’s plans and why he took my place and erased my memories. I move cautiously through the crumbling corridors, my heart pounding in rhythm with my footsteps. Every creak of the floorboards sends a jolt of anticipation through me, but I refuse to back down. I pause, listening intently, hoping to catch a whisper of information, something that could help me reclaim the memory that was stolen from me. “Hey! You!” I call out, my voice echoing in the cavernous space. “I know you’re here! I just want to talk!” Silence hangs for a momen
*Thorn* I lie on my back, propped up against the headboard, with Teyla nestled beside me, her head resting against my shoulder. The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. My fingers trace gentle patterns over her softly rounded belly, marveling at the life growing within her. I can’t help but smile, a rush of anticipation flooding my chest. “I can’t wait to meet our pup,” I murmur, my voice low and filled with wonder. The thought of holding our child, of feeling their heartbeat against mine, sends a thrill coursing through me. I’ve always been a fighter, but this little one? They make me want to fight even harder. Teyla shifts slightly, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of joy and worry. “You’re not just saying that because it sounds good, right?” she teases, but I can sense the underlying tension in her voice. She’s worried… not just about the future, but about what’s brewing in the Capitol. I turn to face her, cupping her cheek with
*Amber* I’m still riding the high from our electrifying moment when the sound of water running in the bathroom pulls me from my reverie. I glance at the clock… it's still early, but the warmth of Adis’s presence lingers in the air around me. My heart races at the thought of him, the way we melted into each other’s arms, our souls intertwining like vines seeking sunlight. The bathroom door creaks open, and steam rolls out like a gentle wave, carrying with it his scent… clean and intoxicating. I sit up, my eyes widening as he steps out, droplets of water glistening on his skin. His hair is tousled, darkened strands clinging to his forehead, and I notice something I hadn’t before: the roots of his hair are a deep, rich brown, starkly contrasting with the white-blonde tips. It’s as if the colors are at war, and I can’t look away. “Adis,” I say, my voice catching slightly as I shift to the edge of the bed, curiosity bubbling inside me. “Did you dye your hair?” He runs a towel over his
*Thorn* The boardroom is tense, a palpable mix of curiosity and skepticism hanging in the air as I stand at the head of the long, polished table. Teyla is beside me, her presence a steady anchor, though I can feel the weight of her grief still lingering just beneath the surface. She glances at me, her eyes filled with both support and worry. I squeeze her hand, drawing strength from her warmth. The Alphas of the city have gathered, their expressions a blend of respect and wariness. This is uncharted territory for all of us. I can’t blame them for feeling uneasy; I’m a product of the underworld, thrust into a role they likely never expected to see filled by someone like me. But I am determined to prove that I am more than just my past. I clear my throat, commanding their attention. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I know this is a difficult time for everyone, especially with the loss of our beloved mayor. But we cannot afford to linger in grief. We need to rally toget
*Thorn* The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the villa that now feels like our sanctum, a place where dreams intertwine with reality. The air is heavy with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, wafting in from the garden that sprawls around us like an embrace. Teyla and I sta
*Tjeck* I’m sprawled out in one of the faded armchairs, my fingers drumming an erratic rhythm on the armrest as I listen to Amber and Kattie. They’re animated, their voices weaving through the air like a lifeline in the storm brewing outside. The faint light from the cracked windows dances off the
*Thorn* Four days later, the door swings open with a soft creak, and I'm jolted from a restless sleep, awareness flooding back in an instant. A maid enters, her arms laden with neatly folded clothes that look far too luxurious for my current predicament. The fabric is fine, the colors rich and dee
*Amber* I am scared we are all going to die. I mean, how are we going to escape? The prison is surrounded, and the soldiers are streaming in, shooting at everyone in sight with automatic rifles and silver tipped bullets, it is a massacre not a fight. “The back gate is our best chance; we have to







