ManyWriters

  1 "Thalia Silverfang, has someone mistreated you?" My sibling's inquiry carried a hint of worry as he paused during our phone conversation. He must have detected something in my voice, but I tried to appear nonchalant. I put on a false cheerful expression, despite the anger threatening to overwhelm me. "No, everything's fine. I've just come to a conclusion—if marriage is inevitable, does the identity of my spouse really matter?" "Are you certain?" He persisted, his unease growing. "Thalia, if there's a problem, you can confide in me. What's behind this sudden eagerness to wed? You seemed reluctant before." Naturally

Love's Cruel Substitute, A Wolf's Heartbreak

Berwickshire stood in stark contrast to Edinburgh. The town exuded tranquility, with its narrow lanes and unhurried residents. It seemed as if time had stood still here, with quaint shops and snug houses lining the cobbled streets. I hoped this would be the ideal hideout.


The search for suspects had shifted to Edinburgh, with news reports suggesting the authorities were making progress. My departure from the city had been meticulously planned. Using one of my numerous false identities, I transformed into Ashley Burton, a person without a history. My computer science education wasn't just a certificate—it was my survival tool. Creating new personas, erasing digital footprints, and infiltrating systems had become second nature to me.


While newcomers were easily noticed in Berwickshire, I had selected it for its isolation. As I approached the town's outskirts, luggage in tow, I rehearsed my fabricated backstory.


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