Beryl:One afternoon, I was taking a stroll through the woods. I heard talking in the distance and went towards the sound. I stood hidden behind the tall oak trees, peering through the dense foliage at the distant figure of Amy.The autumn leaves rustled under my feet as I moved closer to the open clearing where Amy stood, engaged in an animated conversation with someone I couldn't see. Suspicion gnawed at my heart, causing me to grip the rough bark of the tree trunk tightly. Who is she talking to, way out here? Thinking to myself, I played out different scenarios in my mind. Listening intently, I strained to catch the words carried by the breeze.

I sat on in my comfy chair in the corner of the library, when I heard her come in. I was sure she’d been seeking me out, just to torment me. I watched as Amy approached me with a malevolent grin."Oh, Beryl, dear, looks like your precious papa bear is away again. How convenient for me," she sneered, her eyes locking onto mine with malicious intent. “What’s the worthless piece of trash doing hiding in here today?” "Leave me alone, Amy. I've done nothing to you," I pleaded, my voice trembling with exhaustion and frustration. This had been going on all week, or maybe longer, the days were running together.“No, you horrible thing, you haven’t done anything to me because you’re stupid and useless, and have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” She was talking about mine and the triplets attempts to tell Armand that she was working with his brother to over throw Armand.Each day Armand would leave and Amy would find me, no matter where I hid. Amy seemed to feed off my anguish, taking

In our lovely new home, Nicholas, Cheney, and Brian, were constantly hovering around me, their protective instincts in overdrive. While their intentions were pure and filled with love, it made it increasingly difficult for me to keep my pregnancy a secret from them. One evening, as the sun set and painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, I found myself surrounded by the triplets once again. They sat on a plush sofa in the living room, their watchful eyes never leaving me. It was like they were waiting on me to do something. Or maybe it was that their instincts knew there was something going on with me that I hadn’t, or didn’t, know. I understoo

 It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep my secret from Amy. She had been acting strangely, undoubtedly feeling the pressure of Armand’s distance, and I couldn't shake the feeling that she was plotting something against me, specifically. As I caressed my slightly rounded belly, I knew I had to protect my unborn child at all costs. One evening, as I walked through the vast garden that connected our house with Armand’s mansion, I overheard whispers carried by the wind. It was Amy, talking with Bob. My heart pounded in my chest as I hid behind a tree, li

 Armand: To unify the pack, I knew I had to explain everything to them. They needed to understand the situation, and see that we were handling things properly. That meant bringing those that betrayed us all before the pack. I ordered a tribunal and demanded that everyone be present. The entire pack was to be in attendance. We needed there to be no misunderstanding. We needed to show no weakness.