‘Good evening, Alpha. The first reporter bows.’ I tilt my head in acknowledgement, not trusting my voice yet. Good evening. Good fucking evening? Damn, dude! Just flicker your magic wand and get done with it. Yo, Nick. We can do it, right? She did not do anything wrong. She was gone. Anyone can be drunk and moronic and maniac and insult the first son. No biggy! It isn’t her fault. My Arin is innocent. The circumstances were terrible. We were at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong vampire. I cling to an overly ethical wolf for validation. I hate how timid I sound even in my head for I already know what Nick might believe. He won’t listen to anything less than the truth. Honestly, Bro. I wish I could agree. I badly want to. I am in an ethical dilemma right now. This just doesn’t feel alright. Nick responds, making a cowering shiver run down my spine. Be Honest! Everything else will take care of itself. I try to absorb his iconic advice with a smile. It makes

'She is always calm, no matter what.' I pointed one finger, drawing a circle in the air. I don’t know why but I nod. I know it doesn’t matter when she cannot see me but I nod. 'Yeah, she always has this sullen expression...like this.' I imagine her pouting her lips, casting her eyes downwards, and swallowing her cheeks in a somewhat scared gesture just like Huine does. ‘It's her default installation I think.’ Sierra agrees. ‘Still, it does not explain anything. It doesn't certify her as an enchantress. Had she been one, why would she tolerate Subhaan's dominance?' The weirdo stylist points out, earning a great deal of respect from me. I like her boldness for slapping facts at my mate’s face. She is rational and right. Way to Sierra. I am with you! ‘That's my second point. She is under disguise. She pretends to be weak, to stay outside of the radar. She cannot come out uncovered. It will be a direct threat. I am sure she doesn't want that. The she-wolf is absurdly quie

My pulse is elated. My pupils are diluted. I am gasping for every breath. My heartbeats are frantic and I feel as if I would pass out any moment now. My forehead glistens with visible beads of sweat. Underneath my three-piece, I am sweat-soaked. And I don't have a heart attack. I peep at the wall clock and gulp loudly. I only have twenty minutes left to answer more than thirty-five questions. These ones need a subjective approach and I would have to solve most of them to get the right match among the four alternative answers given. I am a gold medalist at school. I have graduated with flying colours. I am not boosting about it. These preliminary exams have to be a piece of cake for me. Unfortunately, it ain't. Indeed, the gazette did not lie when it claimed the examination standards to be very high. 'Fifteen minutes left!' The invigilator announces. I scorn at him ready to snap his neck in two. I am already pretty nervous. He need not remind me of the time I am left with. I could h

I have been an addicted reader for the whole of my life. I love reading and if a book is written with the best of the characters and intriguing plot lines–it is almost impossible for me to part with it. I think it is somewhat similar to millions of other readers out there. Generally, werewolves love reading. It is just magical as well as essential. A werewolf has to be intellectually sharp or else he is not needed at all. He’d be mocked, looked down upon, and officially banished out of the ‘society’. The habit is instilled within us from very birth and it stays that till we die. Whether you like it or not–you must read the current bestseller and know every twist and turn like the back of your hand because you never know when you’d be asked to talk about in a close friend circle. It’s like a parameter to judge, which is why the literary world of Cape Comorin took an interesting twist and a new form of writing was introduced. It was called ‘brief writing’. Brief writing is nothing b

Ahi-Empire!A name to conjure with feelings, dread, and memories. And as a kid, I’d heard it mentioned, by my father, the Alpha, and others. Every one of them had a different version. Every version was unique and fascinating. However, there were never mine. To date, four years past the acquisition and merger—I still have to draw my very own version. ‘Make sure you keep an eye on her. I too want to deny the shreds of evidence, Bhaan. But certainty would especially confirm what facts don’t.’ Subhaan and the wolves had told. ‘So my honeymoon has sort if turned into an expedition. What am I supposed to do? Spy on my mate?’ I’d retaliated. I don’t know why but anything concerning and questioning Arin has started to piss me off. As days go by, a new fear crawls in my heart. I don’t want the possibilities to turn true. ‘Could she be that arrogant Empress I’ve always heard off?’ I couldn’t help but wonder as I revert to everything has been described about Ellizzian and the Empire. As a