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The Captain's Little Secret
Aliyah's POV A couple days later, me and Auston decided to wait at the bay, while we shrug off for the next boat on transit. We've decided to leave the city through the waterfront for our own safety. I wasn't keen on the idea at first– I honestly knew no one or nowhere else to run to at this point. I came to the States quite early, but it's not like I had any other options left. If I stay, I'll die, same as him. But on the flip side, we didn't have that much cash on us. So the best way out of the city was getting smuggled out. We've met a smuggler that agreed to ship us both across the city for a reasonable amount but we had to wait for him in the early hours of the day at the harbour.“Maybe I'm the one being overly dramatic but do you really think it's a great idea trusting this guy?” Auston asked. He's been restless since we came to the harbour. “We could wait for the cargo ships– I hear they will arrive before evening, I bet the price wi
Bounty on the Run
Marcus' POV The boxes were running low on cigarette sticks. It was just me and a few of my men out on the balcony blowing smoke, while my dad had been raging inside like a caged animal in his office. I couldn’t just walk in there—that man’s psychopathically inclined when he’s furious, I'd rather watch him get a heart attack_i mean, it feels fair enough. “One fucking simple job!” His fist slammed heavily on the table. Then, he spontaneously picked up the lamp stand and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the flat-screen TV. I mean, he couldn’t get any less homicidal.He kept pacing back and forth, pulling on his hair, his fingers desperately trying to remain calm. He was losing it. The man rarely gets this pissed off, and when he does, I tend to stay at arm’s length.So, a quick reminder: Earlier today, Wilson, the butler, came back with some rather reckless news. Before the whole slip-up, my dad and I sat opposite each other, having a rather awkward father-and-son bondi
A long Night Ahead
Auston's POV It was cold outside. We sat beneath a lamplight, gazing at the little city far across the shallow lake. After what had happened a while back, I couldn’t rely on hypotheses anymore. I knew it wouldn’t be long before someone—somewhere—started poking their noses into our business or scaling the walls to find us. We had become primary targets, not just for Marcus and literal assassins but for social media as well.I sighed dryly, taking a sip from the beer beside me—the only comforting excuse for the evening. My fingers brushed against the metal sheets beneath me. The wind blew east, fresh and gentle. I didn’t expect the serenity I felt now to last much longer. I had to embrace the truth—and stop reprimanding myself. The journey ahead was far from over.And I needed to cherish this moment while it lasted.As I sat there, wallowing in my impudence, I felt a soft finger trickle down my neck. I sighed slightly, reluctant to tilt my head, but the savory smell wafting through the
Shattered Glass and Shattered Secrets.
Auston's POV.You ever feel like you’re just a walking bag of cash? Yeah, me neither—until tonight, it’s not the kind of adrenaline rush you sign up for. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might crack a rib, and my fingers? Yeah, they were trembling like I’d just downed ten shots of espresso. Chris was bleeding out on the floor, his life pooling around him in a dark, sticky mess. My face was locked on the ground, my inner wolf clawing at the edges of my mind, begging me to let it out. But fear? Fear’s a bitch. It wraps around your spine and squeezes until you’re paralyzed. The guy with the gun—no name, no introduction, just cold, calculated menace—rested the barrel on the armrest of the chair like he was waiting for me to make a move. “Auston, you can’t outrun a bullet,” I muttered under my breath, my voice barely a whisper. “And don’t even try to play the hero.” The killer shifted in his boots, the leather cr
The One way things gets Wrecked.
Auston's POV I had nowhere to stay. Nowhere to sleep. No one to turn to. The kind of emptiness that makes you feel like you’re floating, untethered, in a world that’s too loud and too quiet all at once. I’d been looking for Aliyah for over a week now, and every day that passed felt like another nail in the coffin of hope. Maybe she’s dead, I thought, and the second that idea slithered into my mind, I slapped myself hard across the face. The sting was sharp, immediate, grounding. This isn’t the time, Auston. Get your shit together. I could still feel it—that bond, that pull, like an invisible thread tied around my ribs, tugging me toward her. She was out there. She had to be. That evening, I took a stroll down my old block. Nostalgia hit me like a punch to the gut, but I wasn’t here for a trip down memory lane. I came covered—hood up, scarf wrapped around my face, hands shoved deep into my pockets. Marcus’ men were everywhere, and the last thing I needed was one of his goons rec
Fists, Fangs and False Smiles
Harrison had no interest in going to the mayor’s mansion– after the shit he faced with Caleb earlier this morning . The invitation was more of a summons, dressed up with flowery words and a bullshit title: A Decade of Safety Commemoration. He knew exactly what that meant. Ten years of hunting down "criminals"—which really meant werewolves and anything else that didn't fit the mayor’s idea of clean and civilized.Meanwhile, actual crime hadn’t gone anywhere. Murder, rape, extortion—same as always. But the mayor had decided the real threat wasn’t the ones stealing from the poor or bleeding the city dry. No, the real enemy were the things hiding in the dark, things like Harrison and Marcus and Auston. If the mayor had even a clue about Harrison's origin, he'd be rotting in a ditch, not playing king of the city.When Harrison arrived that evening with Wilson, the place was packed with the usual crowd—wealthy men who shook his hand but never trusted him, women who whispered his name like
