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

Time seemed to blur as days passed in Daniel's concealed cellar. Despite being well-stocked for weeks, the space felt claustrophobic. I wasn't accustomed to constant companionship, let alone the ceaseless strategizing that surrounded me.


I kept to myself mostly, watching the Obsidian Knights from afar. Daniel moved with efficiency, assigning roles and analyzing data on his monitors. His leadership was impressive, and I couldn't help but admire how he'd created such a unified group from nothing.


"Hey there," a voice broke my reverie. I turned to see Blake offering me a beverage. "Thought you might need this."


"I appreciate it," I replied, accepting the cup.


Blake leaned on the table, observing me with a relaxed grin. "You've been eyeing us pretty closely. Still trying to figure us out?"


"Perhaps," I confessed. "I'm not used to teamwork. I've always operated solo."


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