[Carys](Past)I contemplate the entire evening while I pace in front of the window.I had been sneaking out on the night hunts, but I had been doing so in a way I couldn’t get caught. I just went on the hunt, targeted my prey but never killed and always returned to my room before midnight when the warden came to check and then snuck out again.After we left the Winter pack, everyone in the camp believed I had learnt my lessons and wasn’t sneaking out anymore.But he knew I snuck out.Has he been watching me secretly?Stalking me?I looked outside my window into the dark woods as winds rustled their way through the leaves.My heart pulsated with a thrill and excitement. Hair stood on the back of my neck with apprehension that might engulf a prey before they were hunted down.I know I shouldn’t be, but I was enjoying the fear. I have never been so seductively scared.Unless he is monitoring me secretly, he wouldn’t know where I disappear into this extensive forest if I hide my presence

[Carys] I wonder what would have happened if I had indeed run away with him that day. What if we never returned to the camp? What if I wasn’t scared to leave my everything behind? Yes. I was in love with him. Yes. I knew we were mates. There must be a reason the Moon Goddess had brought us together. But at that time, those reasons weren’t big enough for me to leave my father, my friends and my pack behind. I wanted to be with Kian, but I wasn’t ready to make the required sacrifices for it. But Kian was. He was ready to leave his family, his pack, his throne, his everything for me. I saw the commitment and sincerity in his eyes. Kian was the most rational boy I had met. If he didn’t mean it, he wouldn’t have said it. And it was definitely not a temporary after-sex fling. The way he looked at me back then made me feel as though I was the only one who mattered to him. It was strange because we had known each other for just a few months. How could someone be so sure about someone e

[Carys] I sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly into the void of nothingness. And this time, it seemed as if the void was staring right back at me. Nalini entered my room and made sure that every corner of the room was devoid of any sharp or pointed objects. “I want to bathe,” I said, keeping my eyes fixed on the empty wall. She even removed the pictures from the walls. Maybe she thought the glass protecting the picture within could easily turn into a weapon that’d hurt her boss sir again. Her eyes bore daggers into me, before she walked out of the room with the vases and pictures. My body relaxed only once she had left. The window. My only chance to escape from this place was that window. As for freedom from this brand… I placed my hand on my chest. The feel of his lips was still as fresh as the live wire on the brand scar. If killing my master was the only way to free myself from this brand, then… I don’t think that’d be possible now. Nalini came back with a white

[Carys] (Past) Ever since we returned to the camp from the Tenebrus canyons, everything changed. Kian and I would take every chance we got to be together, even though it was just once or twice in the day, and we were never alone. But still, being together for us wasn’t exactly being alone. Being close enough so that we could hear each other’s voice was enough. A swift stolen glimpse at him just to see his gaze already on me was enough to make my day. The hunts were now being organized in the Dawn pack, and Christian was in charge. He made sure to have as much distance and separation between lycans and werewolves as possible. Christian didn’t come out as someone who could be as efficient at leadership and management as he was. And he was cruel about the arrangements. So cruel that he made it impossible for me to sneak out of my room. During night hunts, I felt like a prisoner being caged in my cabin. The security around the female camper’s cabin was strict. I always tried to

[Carys] “You have changed…” I murmured, seeing the door of the house close as Kian carried me inside. “The Kian I knew would never do something like this.” He didn’t reply. He walked through the dimly lit corridors and hallways upstairs until we were in a room. Strange how I already knew where the next turn would lead us. And if he had really built the whole place according to my drawing, I could easily find a way to get out of here. Well, at least if he hadn’t found some magical solution to block all those escape routes. He silently put me on the bed and for some reason, I felt as if I shouldn’t do anything to trigger him any more. So, I sat quietly and watched as he grabbed a bathrobe from the cupboard and headed right into the walk-in shower aesthetically designed in a dark and golden ambience. He shut the door of the bathroom with a bang and locked it from inside. I stared at the door, confused. What was that for? Did I get too nervy on his nerves? Only when I heard the