The wind that evening was completely soundless, it slipped on the tightly glassed window like a ballerina on the ice rink. The water in the kettle started to boil but Melany had forgotten to put on a whistle and the steam quickly covered the cupboards with fat drops of hot water.It did not catch Melany’s attention as she sat down with Bianca in their tiny so-called living room. Melany’s heart was heavy with the weight of the truth she had kept hidden for so long. But it couldn’t be the case any longer - Bianca, a young woman full of curiosity and determination, had been asking questions about her father, Patrick, and Melany knew it was time to reveal the painful past."Bianca, I know you've been wondering about your father," Melany began, her voice gentle yet apprehensive. "And I think it's time I told you the truth."Bianca looked at her mother with a mix of curiosity and concern. "What do you mean, M
In the unsettling depths of a busy building which resembled a hospital with many strangers walking up and down, closing and opening the door, Jenn found herself trapped within one of the corridors. The surroundings were distorted and twisted, like a painting gone wrong. She stood in the middle of a busy path crossed by dozens of ordinary people as well as doctors and nurses in white aprons. The whole architecture of this place was eerily exaggerated, with towering spires and grotesque carvings that seemed to writhe and contort.The air was heavy with an oppressive silence despite the crowd around, and a cold breeze rustled through the corridor, carrying whispers of fear. The building's windows were vast, resembling eyes that stared down at her with a malevolent gaze. Jenn's heart raced as she realized she was lost in this dreadful place. She didn’t know why she was there, where to look for the exit or, what’s more, why she was naked.She didn’t realize it straight away - she discovere
They all gathered under a big tree with its branches spreading widely like an open palm of a giant. The cold light of the moon made them all visible - clear silhouettes stood out in the cold moonlight. Dean was towering over them all. However, one thing had to be concealed - his true name. From now on, he was Dervel.Dean stood in the center, his heart heavy with grief, his senses acutely aware of every rustle in the underbrush. He had to play the role well, otherwise the whole intricate plan would fall apart.[five hours before]I need love. I need love! - Dean screamed into the open sky, feeling so lonely like never before. His anguished cry tore through the stillness, a raw and desperate plea that seemed to echo through the very fabric of the universe. With each breath, his chest heaved, and his golden eyes shimmered with unshed tears.He was already a full-grown, mature man realizing that the lack of a mate was the heaviest burden he had to carry. Now, having lost his brother, he
Bianca’s eyes had no fear, the first time in her life she felt so powerful. She was all covered with hard metal feathers except for her face, which had all the beauty of a young lady. She had never seen Jenn before but the lawyer knew exactly who she was.Not even a second longer could Jenn stand her look, she hated her even more for all who she was - perfect and powerful.“Who are you?” asked Bianca, piercing her through like a dagger. “And what are you doing here?”“Stay away from me!” Jenn screamed out of fear - the hatred itself didn’t make her brave enough to withstand her look - she was scared that somehow Bianca knew she wanted to steal her husband away.Bianca instead took a step closer, her movements deliberate and measured, as if sensing the fragile nature of the moment. Jenn's fingers clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white as she struggled to contain the tempest of fear raging within her.“Are you going to kill me?” she asked, prepared for the worst.“If only you g
“Oh! Come on! You’re pulling my leg! Right? Whether white or black or any other girl’s flesh tastes exactly the same. ”“If that was the case, I wouldn’t have a collection of carefully selected patches of skin in my room. Believe me, man, every single one comes from a body which had a special flavour.”Patrick shook his head in disbelief. In reality, he didn’t give a damn what the werewolf was talking about, but he wanted to get access to the pack’s secrets through one of their members. Jig happened to be the chosen one, a naive macho, for whom thinking wasn’t the strongest side. He followed blindly his werewolf desires and became a prisoner of its instinct. Hunting for girls was his addiction and he couldn’t wait until the next freshly caught lady was chewed with his sharp teeth.“Man, you’re talking about it as if it was at least a piece of heaven in your mouth. I didn’t know the werewolf taste could be so sophisticated.”“Ha!” Jig shifted into a wolf. “You didn’t know about werewol
“I love her! I love her so much! She is my wife, I cannot lose her!”Samuel moved back and forth in the cell, barely able to tame the wolf inside him. His nature demanded freedom, demanded the moon and, what’s more, demanded a woman.“I need to touch you, Bella. I need to feel your skin, smell your hair and kiss you from head to toe. You’re my mate, so it is our destiny to be together and merge our bodies into one.”He spoke to the steel bars which reflected a distorted picture of his face. Something was telling him that he couldn’t delay any further action - it was high time to take those things in his own hands.It was late into the night when the guard took his stroll across the ward. He used to keep his torch on and crossed the cells with its stark beam to make sure everyone was in their places.As the guard's footsteps approached Samuel's cell, he paced anxiously, his heart pounding in sync with the rhythmic echoes. The moon's soft glow seeped through the small window, casting a
The dimly lit room spun around Jenn, and her thoughts floated hazily through her mind. The bottle in her hand was nearly empty when she burst out with maniacal laughter, almost breaking the glass against the table.With every passing moment, her inhibitions seemed to fade away, replaced by a reckless abandon that alcohol often brought. Her laughter echoed through the big house, a mix of melancholy and euphoria blending into a haunting melody.“Just one f*cking step from putting an end to this who*re! Just one f*cking step! You’re a traitor, Stacy! Blo*dy dwarf! You’re just like any other man, so naive and foolish…”Just as Jenn was beginning to lose herself completely to the intoxication, a sharp knock reached her ears. The sound cut through the fog in her mind, and she frowned, struggling to make sense of the intrusion. Her bleary eyes flicked towards the door, and she stumbled to her feet, swaying unsteadily."Who is this?" she muttered to herself, her voice slurred. She staggered t
[Dean’s chamber]Dean closed the door softly and whispered, "How is she?" Stacy was still catching his breath, his arm aching from the collision with Bianca."Believe me, if it weren't for me, she would be dead. But now, she's at least breathing."Dean, his eyes filled with concern, checked her pulse. "That's not very reassuring. Give her to me; I'll take her to the secret chamber. No one can know she's here. Can you imagine it? The most wanted creature in the country is hidden right in the heart of our pack!"Stacy puffed, exasperated. "If you had told me about this a week ago, I would never have believed you."Dean turned the key and pushed the door open, revealing Dervel's secret sanctuary. He guided them to the bed where Jenn used to be invited by the former leader. Carefully, Stacy laid Bianca on the red blanket, her wings half-transitioned, unconscious, and her feathers glistening like they were dipped in black ink. It was a sight neither of them had ever seen before. Bianca was