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

As I exited the elderly woman's residence, the atmosphere felt oppressive. The narrow street was poorly illuminated, with only a faint urban hum in the background. Every noise startled me—a canine's bark, the subtle creaking of a door somewhere down the street.


I retrieved my mobile phone, my hands slightly unsteady, and called Daniel. He answered immediately.


"What's your location?" His tone was curt but composed.


"I'm...I'm fine," I replied hastily. "I'll share my whereabouts. Can you come get me?"


"Certainly," he responded. "Remain where you are and keep a low profile."


I ended the call, inhaled deeply, and began walking. The convoluted alleys twisted like a labyrinth, and I sensed the burden of my earlier choices weighing on me. I was aware that Daniel and the others would be displeased, but I didn't regret diverting the thugs from them.


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