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

The oppressive quiet in the vehicle was overwhelming. Daniel's proposition reverberated in my thoughts as I gazed out at the barren landscape stretching before us. Become part of their group? The notion seemed preposterous. I had just escaped confinement, pursued by law enforcement, choppers, and who knew what else. Now I was expected to enlist in some clandestine vigilante organization?


I chuckled sardonically, shaking my head. "You can't be serious about this?"


Daniel twisted in his seat to face me, his demeanor composed yet resolute. "Absolutely serious, Daphne. You possess the abilities, the motivation, and now, the practical knowledge. We can assist you, but it's a reciprocal arrangement."


I surveyed the car's interior. Sue was observing me through the rearview mirror, her mouth set in a grim line. The others remained silent, their expressions concealed behind their masks.


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