Genevieve: "No!" I replied, quickening my pace as I walked through the hallway. Emre had asked me the same question in three different ways, and after answering him the first time, I avoided making eye contact with him the rest of the times. It wasn't that I was jealous or anything, but it brought
Genevieve: "It's wonderful to have you all here," Monique said, motioning for everyone to take a seat. "Mrs. Browning, did you offer them something to eat or drink?" she inquired, addressing my aunt, who was still upset about our disagreement over Wolvin. "I'll take care of that right now," Mrs.
Genevieve: Despite the curious gazes from my companions, I chose to follow her. In a split second, I became equally intrigued by what was happening. I couldn't avoid her forever, after all. Once inside her bedroom, she locked the door and began to pace around nervously. "Is everything alright?" I
Genevieve: "I'm sorry, say it again?" Emre shook his head to ensure he heard me correctly. I had asked them to step outside into the woods, where Wolvin had chosen to chop wood for our discussion. I was certain that Wolvin was missing the wilderness. He had mentioned many times that this place was
Bellamy: Many years Ago: "Mom, may I leave this hall for a few minutes?" I tugged on my mother's beautiful blue gown to get her attention while she was engrossed in a conversation with some royals. She halted the conversation to listen to me. "Are you okay?" The concern in her eyes instantly made
Genevieve:We had returned home, and I had been waiting for Bellamy's arrival ever since. Dinner was quiet because Dad wasn't in the pack, and Monique had left to attend to him wherever he had gone.I didn't want to leave my bedroom at night because of Ariel, but that's what made me worry about Bell
Genevieve: We got up and, after getting ready, we decided to head downstairs to enjoy breakfast with my father, as he had asked us to. Caspian and the others went ahead before Bellamy and me. I stayed behind, waiting for Bellamy to come out of the bathroom so that I could ask him what was bothering
Genevieve: "Wait, where are you going?" Dad held my hand tightly this time when he noticed I was getting out of my seat. I looked around and saw everybody staring at me. The smirk on Kit's lips made me even more frustrated. Why was this family once again invited over for every meal as if their dau