If one tells the truth, they don't have to remember anything.✾Amara could not see anything.She had not spoken ever since Lady Vita had pushed her inside the punishment room. She had seen glimpses of what’s inside when Tarryn had been punished and Lady Vita would leave the door slightly ajar. At first, she didn’t understand why Lady Vita would do this. Why she would leave it slightly open, open enough that Tarryn might end up escaping.Then Amara realized why that was. The reason Lady Vita did that was to showcase her dominance. Showcased how if the other consorts didn’t stay on their lane, they would end up punished like Tarryn. Tarryn always left the punishment room thinner, with dark circles under her soulless eyes. It wasn’t as terrifying as when you’re the one who would a

Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over until you know every touch and corner, but still, you'll find an edge to cut you.✾Amara knew something was different that day.She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, however, she felt like something was amiss. It had started when Lady Vita told her that she had to prepare for the future Alpha’s birthday. That he, who was supposedly her friend, would not like it if she didn’t come prepped and pretty. It was weird, since try as she might, she couldn’t remember an instance where she had met the future Alpha. If they were truly as close as Lady Vita proclaimed they were, why would she forget about it?She doubts the future Alpha was someone you could forget. Deep in thought as she was dressing herself up, she almost flinched when she noticed Eleanor peeking her head through the doorway of their dorm. She felt disappointed with herself. She shouldn’t have been

The mark of a great man is one who knows when to set aside the important things in order to accomplish the vital ones.✾Silas seemed to have forgotten how to breath.Or at least, that’s what he was currently feeling. Eleanor’s statement made his heart hammer against his chest at an erratic rate. He found himself clutching his chest, just above where his heart was. He knew that Amara wasn’t his mate. He knew that it was nothing but his own blood calling him. And yet…he couldn’t help the sting that seems to have made its way to his heart.“Why…” He drawled, sucking in a breath. “Why would she…?”Eleanor didn’t speak, he already knew how confusing this might have felt for his friend.

Winning a war is the easy part. All it takes is brawn. Maintaining your rule afterward is the real test.✾Eleanor bit the nail of her thumb while waiting anxiously for Silas’s door to open.She always took pride in herself in knowing what to do. She was the one who came up with the plan in order to save Amara. She was the one who came up with the plan with how they could remove any suspicions from them. She was the one who told Silas what the right thing to do was. She had always found what the best solution for every problem was.And for all the times she did just that, her mind was blank and empty right now.

The truth is rarely pure and never simple.✾The tent was a small one, it was close to being brown, shaped like a cube, and had a lone zipper right in the middle that serves as an entrance. It was placed in the middle of the other tents. However, I could tell that Mertha made it so we still had some sort of privacy. Unlike the other tents who were close to their neighboring tents, our tent had a few feet away from the other tents.Yohan was quiet next to me, already I could tell he was thinking about what might happen to me once we do get inside. The tent was small. Sure, there would still be enough space that we could sleep and still have a safe distance between us. Except, I feel like this is the only tim