Wolffang

It's at moments when the clock strikes 8 and the world gets quieter. A shrill silence that lies heavy in the air and heavier on the chest. An emptiness that penetrates the bones and startles the heart. A sensation of destituteness, if you will. An unfamiliarity with his-self. A plague of the mind spurred on by humbly giving: time...love...patience...care... warmth to anyone but him-self. An exchange for no change. Through this, he lies awake at night or in times when not needed, not knowin

Over the past few years, I have come to love you with existential dread. Not the kind that encumbers you to the extent you are debilitated but rather the kind that hollows you, leaving you a husk of what you used to be. Yet, It is not as arduous as it sounds and I assure you that it is not what you think. To you with which patient eyes, solemn ears and open heart attend, I hope my message is delivered to you with my original intent and not met with malice. I'd never seen flowers da

James P.O.V “You're welcome to go back to the house without me,” I murmur. “You sure?” Rachel chimes at the door. “Yeah. I kind of want to be by my lonesome for a bit if that's alright.” “Of course” she asserts,” Don't stay out too late.” “I won't”, I say with the most convincing smile I can muster. Sensing my unease, she gives my shoulder a squeeze before heading out. As the door closes behind her, my smile dissipates. I try my best but I struggle to keep in a whimper

James P.O.V The silence is deafening. It offers no solace. I wonder why she intends to go about it this way. Why she felt she needed to go behind everyone’s back? “I know you must not have the greatest opinion of me at the moment James but sometimes it's not easy to get things done according to the decorum. I assure you that this was not done with mal-intent. Firstly, I promise to explain myself fully but would you mind telling me how much you know?” The Elder questions her voic

I am but a second thought. An inconsequential part of others' lives. I speak with no voice. If I do not listen, I am not heard. My time is free. The value naught. My presence is never missed. I wonder what I mean in the eyes of others. Yet the answer falls as easily off lips as water down a stream. It swallows like a bitter pill. I am but a second thought.

James P.O.V Diana was a ray of sunlight to everyone in the village. This was back in the day when we still had three packs and three mated alphas. In the battle against the Clovers, we lost two alphas and their mates. They were Anria and my parents. The two of us succeeded them when they passed. The last mated alpha, who is now the leader of our sister village, Hyleron, lost her mate in the battle as well. It was one of the things that were unintentionally spurred on by Diana. Individuals

A melody starts up slow and steady. It is haunting, the colour of a fading sunset, when the clouds reflect the intermingling of orange and pink on a canvas of darkening blue. When the stars, like specks of shiny dust, start coming into focus one by one. It is the backdrop to a bustling city, with no idea of what awaits them, when even the moon hides from view, from the chaos that will soon engulf the world. It is a world on fire, as fear takes hold, turning homes, that once represented l

Dear Mother, Every day you come home battered and exhausted. I can no longer tell how you feel from you expressions alone. The redness in your eyes becomes the red of your hands. Tainted you'll say by the blood of those we couldn't save, those we exhausted all options for, those you still felt needed a chance to live. In my eyes an avid battle plays out, you and your team work tirelessly against the laws of fate, destiny and God. At times, it is easy to forget that you are human. The

James P.O.V I wonder where Nephritis went off to. It's starting to get dark. The crystalline baby blue gradually fades into deep azure, eventually becoming a profane black, littered by thousands of iridescent pearls. Admittedly, it's a beautiful night, perfect for longs walks especially when one is trying to decongest one's mind. I breathe in the crisp air and decide to take the scenic route to the elder's house. One by one, mana crystals patterned throughout the village and amongst the tree

Leo P.O.V The soft, consecutive thud of our feet against the grassy earth becomes rhythmic, almost blending into the somber upbeat nature of the wildlife around us. From afar, they continue about what would be assumed to be their nightly routines, yet quite obviously lending a curious eye to the strangers who have entered their abode. With time I've come to gain a sense of familiarity with this place, but I can't be sure. It's not like I had deja vu moment or anything funny like that no. It

I came across a food delivery advertisement while going about my semi-productive quarantine routine. I was excited at the prospect of being able to order from a franchise that my mother and were frequent patrons of. Unfortunately, my brief elation was thwarted by the cruel realisation that I was outside their delivery radius. Needless to say, I felt pricks of torment well in my eyes as part of me longed to experience their food and drink again, as this would somehow make things feel more normal.

There was light. But the darkness was infused in it. It sat like a lingering promise waiting to be fulfilled. Waiting to consume. It wasn’t startling. It wasn’t subtle. It was simply: waiting. In the cracks drawn onto the concrete by time’s gentle brush. Like hieroglyphics, the patterns on the steps whispered the secrets of times passed. Walks long forgotten. It cried out, begging to be heard, to be remembered. Pitter-patter-pitter. Children and adults. Individuals of all

It strikes again A beast I cannot seem to defeat no matter how hard I try. I unsheathe my sword and slash at it, but it always manages to successfully dodge my blows. I lie awake every night with a racing mind. Different thoughts circling around and around with dizzying side effects. The beast on a merry-go-round. The beast laughs at me, haunting me. A cursed melody. It is like that word that you’re always trying to remember, the word on the tip of your tongue, but can never quit

Everyone has a unique and different experience when it comes to the life. Everyone has their ups and downs, highs and lows. No-one is unaffected. Allow us to share our experiences with you. Perhaps, we might have a thing or two in common. Maybe we'd be able to help you understand the feelings that you couldn't quite put into words. Maybe reading the stories will make you feel less alone. We can't guarantee that our stories will be little more than words on your screen, much like being able to guarantee anything during these tough times. This is our love letter to you. We hope you can find some meaning in it.

James P.O.V I'm worried about him. His mind seems occupied, distant. I see it in his face, the way he looks at me. He may be able to outwardly conceal it but his eyes, those beautifully rich pools of burnt honey hide nothing. Each flutter of his lashes, every passing glance comes with it's own hidden story. They speak a thousand unspoken words, each one cryptic, different from the last, yet I can somewhat gauge the meaning behind them. I lock our gaze once more before exiting the room, closi