Rune. T W/ BLOOD“It was wrong of me to desire this position with malicious intents, but that is my truth,” I felt the weight on my shoulders disintegrate, leaving nothing but pure happiness. It was the first time I fought for myself and won. Nothing felt better, sweeter, than seeing the disgruntled expressions on Elder Martin and his group’s faces. There was nothing they could do to me with the case and I bet they hated it. I closed the case. “What? Why did you suddenly change your testimony?” Elder Grayson asked, with one of his brows in a fine arch indicating this annoyance. “I decided to tell my truth. I’m dying anyway.” I saw the exact time the light in Caden’s eyes went off. “You’re a liar! That wasn’t what you told us a week ago, and now we should believe that lie?” Elder Grayson snapped. “Unfortunately, he has answered two questions already,” Jett cleared his throat, earning himself confused glares. But Jett didn’t care, he never feared the elders or cared about what an

Kane. I held Rune tightly in my arms, refusing to let go, even as we arrived in our bedroom. I sat at the edge of the bed in the dimly lit room, with her body on mine, just holding her close because I knew she needed the support, and because I just needed her close to me. I gently rocked her back and forth, none of us saying a thing, just sitting in silence with the multitudes of things we had to say to each other hovering above our heads.“Kane?” Rune broke the silence.“Hm?”“What if I miscarry this child?”My body stiffened at the question as I wasn’t expecting it. I imagined Rune would be having a hard time with Caden’s death, witnessing it firsthand even though I tried to cover the view, but I didn’t think it’d be bad to the extent she was having thoughts of our unborn child dying.“I told you to do away with those thoughts, did I not?”She said nothing until a few minutes had passed before she spoke up again, angling her face a little to my side.“Kane?” The poor lighting o

Rune. I took note of two things the second I opened my eyes to the sun slipping through the curtains into the room. The first was that Kane had woken up and he wasn’t in the room, and the second, I couldn’t deny my feelings for him anymore. I loved him dearly. The revelation, however, was not shocking to me because I had known of the giddiness I felt whenever he was close, and the longing when he was away, which I originally thought was an effect of our bond, but over time I realized it wasn’t. Yes, the bond was part of it, but it was mostly me.Now the only issue was that Kane didn’t love me, he didn’t even like me. He only cared for me and was attracted to me because of the bond we shared—which he could do nothing about. So I was in trouble. I pushed myself out of bed to the window, hoping I could get a glance of him if we were outside, to quench some of the longings that tugged my heart, but instead, I was met with a familiar-looking envelope, sitting on the window frame.My hea

Rune. I was furious.My mind was blazing and my body was shaking as I ran outside the pack house, unable to breathe or think clearly.All I knew was that I had to get away. I had to escape Kane and his words ringing in my head. Why did it have to be the day I accepted my love for him that he stabbed me in my face with such harsh words? I wish I could say I hate him. I wish I hated him.The conversation had gone in the opposite direction of what I’d hoped. I expected him to tell me where my family was kept without any hitch because I didn’t think I was asking for too much, but I guess that was my mistake. I was so into my thoughts that I didn’t realize I’d reached the waterfall. It seems my body already knew it was the only place I could find comfort. With a sigh, I plopped down on my favorite tree, leaning my back on the large stem with my eyes closed. The soft breeze passed through my hair and body as if to rid me of the anger I felt, but I knew it would take more than just a few

Rune.There was something strange about the dream I had.This was much evident when even after a week, a single thought of it gave me chills, and every day since the first day, it was recurring. None of it felt like a dream; it felt too real, the emotions, the feel of the breeze against my face when I woke up, the sounds of crying and running, and the thick choking smell of smoke. Everything felt real, like a different reality from what I was used to, and by now I knew I needed help, but I couldn’t get any because our pack stayed priest-less, especially since Kane banned the elders from making decisions in the pack. As such, I’d spent the entire week mustering up the courage to go to Kane and ask for the priestess who saw my pregnancy. Call it trauma if you may, but after his response to my asking for my family, it became difficult for me to meet him for anything. I wasn’t sure how he’d respond, or if at all he’d respond when I asked for the priestess and I wasn’t in the mood to emb