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 monotonous hum of the semi-truck's wheels on the asphalt was the sole sound breaking the tense quiet. As I watched the distant police lights fade through the window, my thoughts were in turmoil. We'd barely slipped away this time, but I knew it wouldn't last.


"I can't go on like this," I whispered, barely audible.


Daniel, next to me, turned. "What do you mean by that?"


I met his stern look. "I'm saying I need to leave. You're all putting yourselves at risk for me."


His expression hardened, but before he could respond, Sue chimed in from behind. "She might have a point. If she wants to go, let her."


Daniel shot Sue a piercing glare. "Nobody's going anywhere," he said sternly. "Not without my say-so."


I let out a frustrated sigh. "This isn't your call, Daniel. The cops are after me. If I stick around, we'll all end up caught eventually."


22#22