Nina I tried calling my mother after I discovered that the baby picture was missing, but unsurprisingly, she didn’t answer. Cursing to myself, I hung up the phone and decided that it was too late now to worry about it; the damage had already been done, it was late at night, and I had work in the mo
“I haven’t looked in here in ages,” she said with a cough, waving away a cloud of dust that was floating in front of her face from abruptly opening the box. I smiled and leaned forward on the table, sitting on my knees in the chair. I felt like a child again, asking my mother to show me an old scrap
Nina Enzo’s eyes were full of a mixture of anger, sadness, and what also oddly seemed like moderate excitement as he looked down at me. His hair and leather jacket were soaked from the rain, but he didn’t seem to care. “Can we talk?” he said. “Uh, sure,” I replied warily, glancing over his should
Nina The next week went by in a blur. I was so busy with midterms and catching up on classwork that I hardly even noticed that the leaves had almost entirely disappeared from the trees, and the days had already gotten shorter. By the time midterms were over, it was cold enough outside to have to we
“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Enzo snarled, standing from his seat and walking over to where Bryce sat. “Those two things have nothing to do with one another.” Bryce merely shrugged again. “I’m just saying,” he replied. “It’s an interesting coincidence. But hey… What do I know?” Enzo glared d
Enzo The lodge that we were supposed to stay in for the duration of the first match of the tournament was old and dusty, but that wasn’t the most disconcerting thing about the place. The most unsettling thing was that I sensed a shifter somewhere very close. Were the Crescents already starting to
Nina I woke up early the next morning with a yawn as the sunlight streamed in through the open window, and nuzzled down into the warm arms around me, only for my eyes to shoot open and for me to jump out of bed. I didn’t remember going to sleep with Enzo the night before, but it seemed that we had
“No, actually,” he said quietly. “We’re not okay.” “What’s wrong?” I asked in a concerned tone, cocking my head to the side. “The team owner -- my dad, actually -- cut our funding big time. We’ve been eating like shit for weeks now, and he’s making us train harder than ever. We’re fucking exhauste