I think about it as I pour soda into the cups. When I fill Zaven's cup, I notice someone leaning against the counter beside me. It's Kiana. "Surprising to see you here," I'm still not accustomed to hearing that strong Irish accent. There aren't many European immigrants in El Nido, mostly their descendants. "I live here," I say with a laugh. She takes one of the drinks as she sees me struggling to carry all three. "Are you guys here for business?" "We just finished, actually," She looks for an empty table with me. "We're heading out tonight, but we were hungry." "Are you at our docks?" I haven't been there all week since my parents are briefly in town, so I haven't seen the registry. "No, we drove this time," She chuckles. "Why don't your friends join us?" "We're good," Lucien suddenly appears behind me. He and Kiana stare at each other for a while. The tension between them is uncomfortable, and I shuffle uncomfortably. "It's okay," I try to grab his hand, but he pulls away. Unde
He is facing away from me, bent over a bloody body. His shoulders are hunched, and he screams as if breaking. I cover my ears, but his agony remains in my mind. "Save him." I turn to find a petite woman looking at me. She's covered in freckles, framed by white-blond hair, and has piercing blue eyes. Tears stream down her face as she gazes at the injured man. Her bottom lip trembles, and she breathes in sharply. "It's not his fault," she whispers, her hands resting on her swollen belly. I blink, and she vanishes. She reappears next to the man, who cradles a newborn in his arms, soothing the crying baby. A sandy-colored wolf emerges from the bushes, approaching the man without hesitation. She sniffs the baby before licking the man's hands and wagging her tail. Soft whines escape her, and he embraces her, placing the baby on the ground for her to see. The wolf lies down, curling around the swaddled infant, resting her head on the man's lap. He places a hand on her head, and they shar
We arrive at the Old Road Diner shortly after parking. It's located alongside a tree-lined road, next to a gas station, and serves as a popular stop for travelers along the Palawan coastline. I used to come here frequently to find Azura studying in the corner booth by the jukebox. Typically, we would end up having dinner here and chatting until the diner closed. Azura didn't express it, but I could tell she disliked being at home; it felt too empty with just the two of us in those echoing hallways. Lucien's voice, calling my name, interrupts my reminiscence. He gently guides me to the counter, but I pull away, suggesting we sit at one of the tables instead. I take a window booth, and he sits across from me, wearing an amused smile. He admits, "Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you in private." I respond, "It's okay." Lucien then orders coffee with two sugars and no cream, while I request hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows – Azura's favorite treat. The waitress, named Ke
"What was it about?" "Our history project was about researching our family's origins. We wanted to explore how long our families had been living in this town and trace it back as far as possible," he says, his gaze fixed on my hands. "I already knew about my family because it's impossible not to when you know you'll be shifting by the time you turn fourteen. But what I didn't know was that Azura's, and yours, was just as closely connected." He takes my hand and turns it over, saying, "Azura discovered that while your father's family came from South Carolina, there was a branch of them that settled here on the West Coast at the same time as my family. It was actually the same date. It seemed like they had moved together. Your father's grandfather later moved back to South Carolina-" "Yeah... my dad mentioned that was why he moved out here with my mom," I run my thumb over his wrist. His pulse is steady, and he's telling the truth. "The land my house is on has been in the family for a
His cries are all I can hear, and they are so painful that they wake me up with screams. My heart pounds, causing me severe pain, and I think I'm having a heart attack. Now, as I sit by the window in the living room, I'm convinced that whatever is causing his sorrow is tearing me apart from the inside. The tea tastes sweet in my mouth, despite my dark thoughts. It's the weekend, and I'm determined to find answers. Cassiel is coming over, thinking we're just hanging out for a girls' day, but I plan to question her about my dreams, the Wolves, and Lucien. Cassiel wants to talk to me; I'm sure of it ever since the library. Now is the perfect time to let her in. I can't forget how she looked at Azura's journal yesterday, as if she recognized it. She said she wants to help me. Maybe if she knows that Lucien has revealed things about himself to me, she'll be willing to share more information. My phone rings, and I set my tea down before answering, "Hello?" "Alora, hey." "Lucien?" My hea
"They're not just dreams. You need to talk to Lucien about this," she says. I sigh in frustration and reply, "I have. He told me only a fraction of the truth. It's apparently not his secret to share. But that's what you said too. So who is supposed to tell me?" "Lucien-" "Lucien won't, and I'm getting tired of being led in circles about this. What about Mallory? Can you take me to your Mallory friend? She seems to know all about the same things as my sister was looking into. Dreams. Herbs. The Moon!" "The Moon... No, I can't," she responds, her eyes widening as she shakes her head, "...I can't tell you. Lucien has to." "Really?" I slam my hand against the counter, "I'm tired of this. You all forced your way into my life, and now you can't tell me this!" Something in her eyes flashes as my voice rises and my hand makes contact with the table. She shrinks back, but her eyes glow like Lucien's. They are green and wary, watching me with a warning glare. "Your eyes," I gasp, "They're
I'm back at the piano once more, while my parents are away as usual. My father had the foresight to install an alarm system before they left, which eased some of my worries, but not all. I've expended a good deal of nervous energy by thoroughly searching the house. Azura's room has been my frequent haunt, and each time, I've come up empty-handed. I keep hoping to stumble upon hiding places I haven't considered, but so far, no luck. The piano, however, remains largely unexplored. I stumbled upon her journal here once, so I'm hopeful for another discovery. After removing the back panels, I uncover dried herbs and stones, much like in her room. As I reassemble the panels, a revelation strikes me. "The bench," I move toward it, tugging at the cushion until it finally pops off. And there it is! I can't contain my excitement—another notebook! I eagerly flip through it, realizing that this is what I've been searching for all along: a journal detailing her thoughts, not merely a catalog o
His neck feels incredibly smooth as my fingers graze it, triggering a sudden tremor that courses through his body, causing his muscles to tense. With closed eyes, it's as if I'm offering him a soothing massage, bringing him a sense of tranquility. "Stop," he murmurs softly, his eyes fluttering open. We recline in the open fields, bathed in the warmth of the sun. These days are a rarity in our elevated abode, so I relish the opportunity. Leaning down, I plant a gentle kiss on the sensitive spot on his neck, eliciting more shivers. He playfully responds by rolling us over, my fingers tracing a path along his neck. He displays defiance as our lips meet, his fingers trailing down my collarbone and tracing my body's contours. A gasp escapes my lips as his hand ventures beneath my skirt, and his name escapes my lips, met with a growl. The wind picks up, causing goosebumps to form on his skin. As he unzips his pants, I hear my name once more. I glance at Lucien, and he locks his lips with