GiannaI haven’t been able to sleep.Divan kissed me, he really kissed me and then left again while I stood with my heart in my throat and wondered what the hell just happened. Everything about our conversation felt so intense, the way we were finally letting out our truths and how I saw right through his lie.I draw my hand to my mouth and a small smile tugs at my lips as I remember the kiss. The feeling of his hands in my hair, the way it felt like he claimed me with a kiss alone…my entire body was on fire just from that one kiss.What will happen when we see each other tomorrow? Will we both be too awkward to speak about it? Knowing Divan, he’ll probably avoid it and run away from getting too close again, but I don’t want to be the one to do it, either.It needs to be addressed; I want to know where we stand.As I think this, the unmistakable sound of groaning echoes through the silent house and it sends a shiver up my spine. I sit up in bed, straining my ears, and dread seeps into

GiannaEden looks at Divan and me with wide eyes as she opens her front door. “Hey! What are you two doing here?” she exclaims, and I can see the questions in her eyes. She’s going to want the full play-by-play and every little dirty detail, even if it’s mortifying for me. I hold up the plastic container of cookies. “I made too much of this and thought you might like them,” I say, and the way her face lights up at the mention of food makes me nearly laugh out loud.“I don’t know whether to feel offended or happy,” she says with a giggle, then she holds the door open for me. “Would you two like to come in for a cup of—”“Gianna,” Divan suddenly says, interrupting her, and I turn to look at him. “I apologize, both of you, but I need to go. Alpha Nikolaos asked me to meet him at the pack house immediately.”A shiver runs up my spine when I notice the warmth has left his eyes; this must be serious.“Of course, I understand,” I say and touch his upper arm lightly. “I’ll see you at home.”

Gianna The days turned into weeks, and the weeks stretched into a month. They have been gone for over a month now, and the worry in my heart grew with each passing day. I paced back and forth in our living room, watching the front door and waiting for a notice from the Alpha. When I watched Divan walking away from me, a bitter sense of dread seeped into my bones, one I haven’t been able to shake since he left. A knock at the door makes me think the worst things, but then I realize it’s just the other girls with the same looks on their faces. I glance at the clock on the wall, its hands ticking away mercilessly. It had become a constant reminder of the time that had slipped through my fingers, of the moments I longed to share with Divan, but couldn’t. Thoughts raced through my mind, memories of our last conversation before he left. The weight of his duty was evident, and he had promised to come back to me, even if that promise was hard to make. But as the days turned into weeks, a

Divan/GhostThe stench of blood and sweat filled the air as I face off against the Rogue piece of shit Alpha. The tension crackles like electricity, both of us poised for the impending clash. I can feel the weight of the moment, the stakes high and the fate of my brothers resting on my shoulders.My muscles tensed, ready to spring into action. I knew I couldn’t afford any hesitation especially when the fucker forced Isaac and Romano to nearly kill each other. The Rogue fucker lunges at me with a snarl, his fangs bared in a menacing display. Instinct took over as I dodged his attack, my body moving with precision as my blind wolf struggled to take over.He’s bloodthirsty, especially against Rogues but I can’t allow him to take over because he can’t distinguish between friend and foe. Letting him loose now could spell disaster, but I know I'll need to let him take over soon... I'm not winning here.We exchange blows, the impact of our fists echoing through the night. Each strike carried

Ghost/DivanAs the landscape shifts, the darkness takes over but I don’t turn back into that frightened little boy again. I find myself thrust back into the depths of my nightmares; I steel my resolve to confront the haunting figure that tormented me—the nightmarish embodiment of my abusive father. The twisted manifestation sneered at me, his voice dripping with disdain.I don’t know how Gianna did it, how she found me and saved me but I am eternally thankful to her for what she has done. She soothed my night terrors, and now she’s broken me out of the nightmare loop. I know what I need to do now.I stand before the nightmarish manifestation of my father, a figure filled with darkness and malice. His voice echoes with a venomous familiarity as he unleashes his tirade of abuse, each word a searing dagger aimed at my heart.“You’re nothing but a weakling, Divan. A disappointment,” he sneers, his voice echoing through the twisted corridors of my mind. “Pitiful; you’ll never be a real man