SilverSpring

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Nighttime Sola 28th
Location: Dinner event
Interaction:
Mentions: Alexander @funnyguy, Mina @Tae, Roman @reusablesword
Beyond the manicured hedges, the laughter and clink of glassware from the dining hall had faded to a dull hum. It felt distant now, like it belonged to a different world. One that had moved on without her.

Violet sat on the cold stone bench, arms crossed tight over her chest, like if she just held on hard enough, she wouldn’t fall apart. Her fingers dug into her sleeves, nails biting through fabric. Moonlight slipped through the overgrown branches above, casting broken shadows across her face, highlighting the tear tracks that still clung to her skin.

Her cheeks still stung from earlier, raw from crying, from everything Roman had said. Every word had landed like a blade. He hadn’t shouted. He hadn’t needed to. He just looked at her like he saw too much and said the exact things she wasn’t strong enough to hear. He picked her apart without raising his voice, piece by piece. And she’d let him. She broke open in front of him.

But Scarlet had been there. Watching. Silent. Her dark red eyes glowed faintly through the garden like something half-living, half-memory.

Her mother had left minutes ago with a soft kiss to her hair and a voice low and sweet, like nothing was wrong. “Come back in soon, darling.” But Violet hadn’t moved. She couldn’t. Not when going back meant seeing Roman again. Not when it meant pretending nothing had cracked beneath her ribs.

The sounds from inside had gone quiet. She didn’t know how much time had passed. She didn’t care. Eventually, she stood, slow and stiff, like her body wasn’t quite ready to carry her yet. The night air clung to her skin, cool and damp, and she sucked in a shaky breath as she neared the door.

Her hand hovered on the handle. She didn’t push it open right away. Just stood there, caught in her head.

Alexander’s face came to mind. That quiet smile he gave her when he didn’t know what else to say. The way his hand had found her shoulder earlier, steady and grounding. He always seemed to know when she needed that. Even if lately, he’d started part of the chaos too.

She finally pushed the door open.

Inside, the hall felt unfamiliar. Dim. Still. No music. No laughter. Her eyes moved over the tables, searching. Roman was gone. So was Mina.

Then she saw Alexander’s seat.

Empty.

She stopped walking.

Everything inside her went still. Her breath caught, and her gaze locked on the chair like it might tell her something, like maybe if she stared hard enough, it would give her a sign.

Then came the sound. Metal dragging softly across stone.

Her head snapped toward it, heart jumping. A chain. And then…

“Witch hunter.”

Killian’s voice cut through the fog in her mind, dragging her back into the moment. Her expression didn’t change, but something inside her tightened. Her face turned calm, still, like carved marble. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she slipped back into her seat without drawing attention. Everyone else was focused on the chained woman.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Wulfric return to the table. He didn’t sit right away. Instead, he walked around his chair, slowly, like he had all the time in the world.

Then he spoke, and for a moment, she forgot everything else.

“There have been one or two cases where someone was declared dead, only to turn up alive later on…”

Her spine went rigid. Muscles locking into place. Her jaw tightened until it hurt. His words weren’t random. They were chosen. Precise. And they landed like a hit.

Where was Alexander?

Then Wulfric continued, his voice calm and terrifying.

“You see, it was my very mother who showed me magic.”

She blinked, breath catching.

Did he really just say that?

The air shifted. Everything felt sharper, heavier. It was the kind of truth you didn’t speak. Not unless you were willing to bleed for it.

She exhaled slowly, leaning back in her seat. From the outside, she looked collected. Distant. But her eyes kept moving. Scanning. Searching.

Just a glimpse. Just to know he was safe.

She didn’t find him.

She watched as the guards stepped forward and took the Queen away. It felt surreal, like something out of a story she might’ve read as a child. Like none of it could be real.

And yet, all she could think was…

Where was Alexander?

✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: The Pink Room Time: Dusk
Interactions:@helo Noah
Mentions: @oso Locke
Outfit:encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=t…

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Wren stayed tucked close to Noah, her head resting against his chest, fingers absentmindedly brushing against the fabric of his shirt like she was searching for something solid. Her eyes wandered past the flickering neon overhead, past the space between the words being traded. But her focus flicked back in little jolts each time Locke tapped the table.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It was subtle, but her body reacted. A small twitch in her shoulders. A shallow breath. Her fingers lifted and hesitated in the air, moving like they were trying to catch the rhythm.

“…Depends on the cage,” she said finally, her voice soft, almost distracted. “Some of them are soft. Warm. You don’t even know you’re in one until the lock clicks.”

She didn’t look directly at Locke, but it was clear his presence had started something in her. She was listening not just to what he said, but to the way he said it. The pattern of his tapping seemed to pull something loose in her, some thread of thought she hadn’t meant to follow.

“And some cages knock before they close,” she added after a moment, quieter. “So polite. So thoughtful. Like he wants you to say thank you.”

Her hand moved to Noah’s arm, her fingers curling into his sleeve for reassurance. When she spoke again, it was lower, just for him.
Wren finally glanced up at Noah. Her eyes looked far away, but there was something sharp underneath the haze, something aware.
“He keeps trying to open things,” she said, “Things that don’t belong to him.”
A long pause passed. Then she sat up a little straighter, letting out a quiet breath, like she was surfacing from deep water. She smiled—not at anyone in particular, just to herself.

Clever fingers, that one the voices murmured. But he always plays the wrong song.

Her eyes narrowed in until Noah laughed, and with an eerie giggle, Wren did too at how disrespectful the little fae was being.“ Perhaps you should speak to her mutt…” Wren added looking at Locke with a clever smile. “He could surely sniff her out.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Dinner Time
Location: Banquette
Mention:
Interactions:@helo Callum, @Tae Thea, @jj doe Hala
Appearance: Light blue gown with Silver accents

Ariella stayed silent as Hala and Thea volleyed sharp words between them. She didn’t flinch, didn’t intervene she just let it listened. Her eyes glanced over to Callum who seemed to feel similarly but it was Halas response that made her brows furrow.

“Not that you’d know anything about that, from what I’ve heard about you, Callum.Though you’re apparently not acting like the prince people know tonight.Almost like you’re not Callum Danrose.”

Ariella took a long sip from the bottle, the wine slow-burning in her chest as Hala’s words hung in the air. She didn’t look at him right away just stared forward for a beat too long, jaw tightening, before finally speaking.

“You know,” she said, voice calm but laced with something sharp, “it’s bold to talk like you know him when you’ve barely been in the same room for more than a few hours, let alone held a conversation considering I believe this is your first time speaking with him.”

She finally turned her head, green eyes settling on Hala with quiet precision. “Callum is unapologetically himself unlike people like you who throw stones from behind silk smiles and act like they’ve read the whole book when they’ve only skimmed the title.”

She gave a humorless smile, tipping the bottle slightly toward Hala in a mock toast.“Judging someone you don’t even know? That’s rich. Really.”

Then she looked to Callum, eyes meeting his just for a second, softening. “Some of us actually take the time to get to know the Prince instead of just assuming how he should and shouldn’t be.”

Ari lowered the bottle again “But sure,” she added her voice dry “Tell us all again who Callum Danrose is since you know him so well.”

Just then they were interrupted as a guard drew Hala’s attention. Ari used the interruptions to take another drink of her wine bottle “I think we have been gone far too long now.” she agreed. She looked at Clarence and smiled then to Thea. “Are you ready Thea?”

Ari bent slightly to lift the hem of her dress, the silk bunching in her fingers. She made one step forward, then a slight stumble, just enough for her cheeks to flush, she felt the wine start to tingle her impairment as she adjusted herself. With a breath and a roll of her eyes at herself, she straightened up.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: Vex’s Apartment
Time: Night
Interactions: None
Mentions: None

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The light had vanished from the apartment.

What remained was a suffocating blackness, thick and creeping as it swallowed the light whole.Crawling in with slow, patient claws, devouring the last traces of warmth. The new moon outside offered no mercy, casting its hollow shadow through the cracked blinds, tinting everything in a dull glow.

Vex hadn’t moved.

She lay flat on the cold floor, limbs slack, eyes wide and vacant, fixed on the cracked ceiling above. Moonlight—or what little of it the night dared to offer—washed over her skin like frost. Still, she didn’t blink. Didn’t speak. Didn’t flinch.She just stared.

Beneath the hastily wrapped bandage on her wrist, black veins had begun to bloom like ink in water. They stretched outward in delicate, deadly designs, curling up her arm, each strand of what now festered beneath. The venom had taken root.

She had forgotten. Or maybe she just hadn’t cared.

In the chaos, the violence, the blind momentum of the last few hours—this was her misstep. Not a brutal miscalculation. Not a noble sacrifice. Just… foolishness. The kind born of exhaustion and arrogance, the kind that didn’t leave room for second chances.

The black lines beneath her skin deepened, webbing further across her arm like cracks in old porcelain. Her body burned with fever, hotter even than a Lycan’s usual fire—this was something else entirely. Something wrong. Her skin was clammy, her lips dry, and her face had begun to hollow, shadows settling into places they didn’t belong.

Beside her, the phone buzzed.

Its screen lit up the room in a flash of false hope—bright and blue and distant—but Vex didn’t reach for it, she couldn’t. Her gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, eyes glassy and unseeing.

Her mind wasn’t here anymore.

It dragged her under in waves—memories, voices, half-formed regrets. Flashes of silver and blood. The heat of Bear’s hand gripping hers. The shriek of vampires. The cold snap of bone. Her thoughts looped like broken film, flickering and jumping as the venom gnawed at her nerves.

The darkness inside her was no longer just in the room.

It had found its way in…

Vex dropped onto the rooftop first, back hitting the cracked concrete with a grunt. Her jacket was torn at the sleeve, one blade still strapped to her thigh, and her boots were wet with something too dark to be water. She hadn’t been bitten. She hadn’t let them close enough.

But Bear—

She turned her head toward him.

He was standing near the edge of the rooftop, shirt bloodstained, breathing heavy. His jaw clenched as he stared out over the city, the tendons in his neck tight like a bowstring.

“You gonna keep brooding over there,” Vex muttered, “or actually sit the hell down before you pass out?”

Bear didn’t answer right away. He just reached up and wiped at a smear of blood near his neck. It wasn’t his, but it was close enough. Too close.

One of those leeches had lunged out of the dark and sunk its fangs into his shoulder—almost. He’d killed it before it broke skin, but “almost” didn’t sit well with him.

Especially not after what happened to Jaro last month.

Finally, he came over and sat down beside Vex with a grunt. Bears legs stretched out, arms resting on his knees as he took a deep breath. Then, without ceremony, he leaned back and laid down beside her.

They stared at the sky together.

“You still mad at me?” Bear asked, voice low and rough. Like gravel underfoot.

Vex didn’t answer immediately. She flexed her fingers, still stiff from the fight.

“No,” she finally said. “Just didn’t want to watch you bleed out because you decided to play hero.”

“I had it handled.”

She snorted. “You almost got bit”

“I didn’t.”

Vex’s looked over at him “But you almost did.”

Her voice cracked.

He turned his head to look at her, moonlight catching in the bruises along his jaw. “I knew you’d cover me.” He grinned with a cheeky smile.

Vex met his gaze, her own eyes harder than steel. “Don’t put me in that position again, Bear. Don’t make me choose between finishing the mission and dragging your half-dead ass out of a vampire nest.”

His mouth opened, closed. He looked away.

There was something like shame in his silence.

Vex’s voice softened, barely. “You think I don’t care? You think I wouldn’t tear the world open if something happened to you?”

Bear didn’t speak. He just laid there, the space between them like a second heartbeat.

Then, carefully, like it hurt to say it, he murmured, “You shouldn’t have to care.”

There was a silence between them before Vex’s voice broke it.

“I already do.”

The words lingered between the two as they laid on the rooftop.

For a moment, the city disappeared. There was only the rooftop, the stars, the press of night air between them.

Bear reached out, calloused fingers brushing against hers. Not gripping. Not claiming. Just a touch to say I’m here. I’m alive. I’m listening.

Vex let him.

After a long pause, he said, voice nearly inaudible, “If I had gotten bit…”

She rolled toward him, eyes sharp. “You didn’t.”

“But if I had.”

“I would’ve stopped the venom as quickly as I could” she said, firm. “And then I would’ve buried you myself if you had succumbed to it.”

A long beat.

Then he gave a small, humorless huff. “Romantic.”

Vex smirked, leaning closer, their faces inches apart. “You’d haunt me for eternity if I let anyone else do it.”

“Damn right.”

Their foreheads touched as Vex’s eyes shut,it said more than either of them could.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

"Night has fallen and a new moon has risen."

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Night slid over Halcyon like an oil spill, thick, creeping, impossible to stop. The last light of the sun was smothered beneath the weight of a new moon, leaving the city under a sky scraped clean of stars. Buildings vanished into silhouettes. The streets, already slick with old rain and older blood, shimmered under neon signs as they buzzed to life. The last of the clubs cracked open their doors, spilling smoke, bass and the sour reek of sweat onto the street. Inside, the lights strobed over skin and teeth, revealing just enough to make you wonder what was hiding in the dark between flashes.

The black market roared to life just a few blocks deeper—tucked into alleys that curved like broken ribs. Every corner had someone yelling, haggling, flashing teeth or steel. Crates were cracked open with crowbars and hungry fingers, revealing charms that pulsed like heartbeats, powders packed in wax paper, vials of blood with names scribbled on the labels. No one asked where it came from. No one cared. The deals were fast. Desperate. Sometimes even bloody.

Down by the port, the real work began. Cargo ships edged up to the rusting docks like ghosts coming home. Their hulls groaned as if the weight of what they carried hurt. Men in heavy coats moved quick, their boots thudding on wet concrete as they hauled crates from the shadows of the holds. The containers weren’t marked with barcodes—just strange symbols etched in black wax. Things with teeth rattled behind the wood. A shrill cry cut through the air once, short and sharp, like something protesting the cold. No one looked up. No one paused. The workers moved faster, not slower. A man in a red scarf passed a clipboard to someone who didn’t exist in official records. The whole thing was done in under twenty minutes.

Back in the city, the bars were filling with heat and sound and things pretending to be human. Drunken laughter rolled down the streets like fog. Humans stumbled through the doors with wide eyes and open wallets, chasing the kind of night they’d forget in the morning—if they made it that far. They didn’t see the watchers in the corners, the still ones with pale eyes and patient mouths. Hunters didn’t need to chase. They waited. Let the prey come to them. And they always did.
Women stood under flickering streetlamps, leaning against cold brick and peeling paint. Their coats were too thin for the weather, but they didn’t shiver. They smoked cheap cigarettes and made soft offers to passing cars, to men too lonely or too angry to go home. Their heels clicked like dinner bells. Some smiled. Some didn’t bother.

In the alleys, it was worse. Junkies shuffled like ghosts with paper-thin skin and bruises that never healed. Some were still human. Most weren’t. They scratched at their arms, muttered to shadows, clawed at locked doors. Blood addicts, glamour junkies—each one twitching for a fix. The ground was littered with broken glass, burnt foil, and the sick-sweet stench of vomit and old magic. A body lay crumpled near a dumpster, face-down. People walking passed the street, no one checked if it was breathing.

Halcyon at night wasn’t a city. It breathed through grates and gutters, whispered through alley cracks and sewer pipes. It seduced. It devoured. And somewhere out there, something was always watching—waiting for the next fool to step into the dark.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: The Pink Room
Time: Dusk
Interactions:@helo Noah
Mentions: @oso Locke
Outfit:encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=t…

Vision voices

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There.
The hum again.
Low. Hungry. Like a cello string pulled too tight. Like nails on a chalkboard.

Wren twitched, a slow shiver curling up her spine like a spider made of glass. The voices weren’t speaking now—they were singing.
Their beautiful melody filled her mind as her eyes shut for just a moment.

She draped herself with ease into Noah’s lap, taking the seat where only she belonged.

She tilted her head, slow and sharp.

The bar vanished.

Or maybe it didn’t.

She was both in her chair and not. One foot in the now, the other in the never-was. Her arm wrapped around Noah’s back, fingers curling gently into his shirt for support.

Her body remained seated, expression was distant. But her mind had fallen sideways. Out the seams. Down the cracks. Beneath the floorboards of the present.

The chandelier above her flickered—except there wasn’t a chandelier. Not really. Just a halo of broken memories shifting like light.

She’s in the walls

Wren whispered in her mind, her voice breathless, awe-struck. Yet she didn’t say a word. Not to them.

No—beneath them. No—between. Yes. Between the moments. Where the silence eats.

She could taste Locke’s grief from here. Heavy. Bitter. Brined in pride.
It made her mouth water.

She stared at him. Long. Too long.

You dream of her. Not as she is. But as you want her to be. You bind her in memory. You gild her cage.

Her eyes circled him like a tide.

Low. Slow. Pulling.

...you just couldn’t look at her and see what you ruined.

Time folded here—she saw him grieving for her tomorrow, though he hadn’t done it yet.
She saw Angel’s shadow last week, hovering behind his eyes.
It hadn’t arrived yet. But it had already left.

Her eyes fell to the cards. Magic. Old magic, but not older than her but Fae magic. A weapon, maybe. Or a memory.

Dangerous either way.

She pulled away. Eyes unfocused, tracking something no one else could see.
Her hands lifted, slow and reverent. Moving through the air gently.

As if she were catching stars. Or spiderwebs.

The name tasted sweet. Like honey laced with hemlock.

She’s not lost. Not really. She’s becoming.

A pause. A blink.

She’s becoming. She’s becoming.
And you will not like what she becomes.

Wren’s fingers fluttered. Catching invisible threads.
Tying knots in possibility.
Untangling futures.

And the thread’s still here. I could follow it. I could pull it. I could unravel everything.

She laughed—soft, breathless. Not at the room, not even at herself.

At the shape of the truth behind the curtain.
And then, she felt it.
The bar blinked. The lights blinked.
Her eyes snapped to the back door.

She froze.

There.

Grinning now, her fingers curled inward, tightening the invisible string.
She tilted her head. Then another tilt. Slightly too far. Slightly not enough.

You’re watching too, aren’t you?

Don’t blink.

The bar returned. Her fingers relaxed, releasing Noah’s shirt as if she had never clutched it at all. Her body leaned into him again like she had never left.

The song in her mind faded back to silence.
She smiled.
Listening.
Waiting.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: The Pink Room
Time: Dusk
Interactions:@helo Noah, @AuthenticTombLuther, @Oso Locke
Mentions: @Manzanilla Celeste
Outfit:Dress

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“We’ve got a loose mutt in here.“

Wren’s head tilted, just a fraction, her violet eyes catching on Luther like a hawk spotting something twitch in the grass. The smile that bloomed across her face was slow and too perfect as if it had been painted on. Never touching her eyes.

Noah’s hand rested firm and familiar on her hip, grounding her as always, but she didn’t shift toward him. Her eyes stayed fixed, scanning the room, pulling it apart piece by piece. When her gaze landed on the woman pinned beneath the mutt, her pupils expanded slightly, as if the image were too rich to take in all at once.

She didn’t just look. She absorbed. Every unspoken word, every flicker of emotion or hesitation bled into her like spilled ink across a clean page.

As they moved deeper into The Pink Room, the atmosphere changed. The air reeked of old magic, layered with sweat, fear, and that quiet, twitchy kind of desperation you only smelled in places like this.

Wren drew it in like it was something sacred.Something to be Devoured.

She froze.

Her head turned sharply. A Fae.

The smile stayed, but it shifted, becoming something stranger. Not inviting. Not cruel. Just... off.

It was the kind of expression a porcelain doll might wear if someone painted it on, attempting to capture what a human looked like when they smiled.

Her eyes snapped to him and didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. They locked like a puzzle piece and began pulling him apart.

She didn’t need to touch him to know him. She could already feel the shape of his secrets beneath his skin, like a book she’d read in a dream. Her stare moved slowly and deliberately, slicing through the layers he wore like armor.

Noah slowed beside her. She felt his hand drift along her back, his fingers tracing that familiar line down her spine as if a secret only he knew. But her gaze didn’t move. She was still watching Locke. Like a portrait; one of those old, uncomfortable ones where the eyes seemed to follow you no matter where you went.

“Hey there,”

Noah’s voice broke through the weight of her focus, just enough to nudge her from it.

“Dalton. Send your best dancer over to my friend there.”

“He’s looking a bit… lonely. And tell whatever girl you send in to keep her attention on Locke.”

She blinked. Slowly. Like waking from a deep, warm sleep. Then she tilted her head back to look at Noah, her expression softening. It didn’t soften with innocence, but something sharper, smarter. Her smile curled again, this time more fox than fawn. She leaned into his touch as his fingers slid to that spot she liked best nearly melting into his grip. A leash only meant for her.

“My girl’s the jealous type…”

“Not friendly.”

She giggled, low and sweet, but off in a way that made it hard to tell if it was real or rehearsed. It was the kind of sound you laughed with until you realized it wasn’t funny at all. Her teeth bit down on her bottom lip with interest.

Noah’s playful snap of his teeth made her hum with pleasure, and she melted into his side like satin slipping down his skin.

She followed his lead again as they continued moving through the club. Wren’s eyes drifted again, slow, deliberate. They found the Lycan and the woman again. The woman still playing the loyal companion. Too polished, too controlled. Wren let her eyes pass over them with distant disinterest… but then they darted back, sharp. Watching the details most people missed. She tracked them every blink, every twitch, every lie.

And then everything...slowed.

Luther walked past, confident, and careless. Her smile stayed fixed on the dog, still, painted. But the rest of her face froze. Too still.

Her eyes darkened, and then her voice slipped out like a breath, curling in the air between them.

“...Monster.”

It wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It drifted toward him like a breeze through a graveyard; soft, melodic, and heavy with something unshakable. Maybe it was memory. Maybe prophecy. Maybe just the truth.

And then time snapped back into place as if nothing happened.

“Been a long time, Lucky. Glad you showed. I was beginning to think you didn’t like me anymore.“

Noah’s voice brought the world back into motion as they reached the table.

Wren blinked, turning her attention to the Fae in front of them once again...

“Wren, this is Locke. Locke, this is my Wren.”

She leaned into Noah again, her motion smooth and deliberate. Her eyes stayed locked on Locke, sharp and unreadable. She didn’t speak. She didn’t have to.

Her gaze said everything.

It was a challenge. A promise. A warning.

She was already reading him. Like a story, she’d memorized cover to cover.

And she already knew how it would end.

“I’ve got business for you.”

✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: Vex’s Apartment •
Time: Dusk
Interactions: None
Mentions: "H"

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The alleyways cold bit into Vex’s skin like broken glass. She fought like a cornered animal, fists flying, blood smeared across her face, and eyes blazing gold with rage. The men surrounding her were bigger, drunk, and high on cruelty, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t going down without a fight. She never did.

Her punches landed hard, but their numbers were against her. One grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back. Her snarl twisted into a loud and desperate cry as pain seared through her.

“You think you can steal from us and just walk away?” he sneered. The stink of whiskey and sweat clung to him. His breath was hot on her face as his brows furrowed with anger.

She could still feel their hands on her. The kind of touch that made your skin crawl. The kind of touch that lingered like rot. Their hands had found their way to places that one should be invited to touch and he certainly had no fucking invitation.

“The night’s young, sweetheart,” another man chuckled, eyes gleaming. “Keep fighting. We like it when they squirm.” His snake tooth grin causing her stomach to churn.

Vex’s lip curled. She spat blood straight into the bastard’s eye and sent her fist into his ribs. He staggered at first but didn’t fall. It only made him grin with excitement as he began to draw his arm back for another swing. Before she could strike again, a voice cut through the dark. It was low, rough, and deadly calm.

Vex’s face paled as she heard the door close.Zach had left. It felt as if she had been holding herself upwards in attempt to not show weakness. Her body gave into the burn she was feeling as it had been shooting up her arm. Attempting to take a step away from the kitchen counter, the world around her began to spin.Faster, Faster, moving so quick she couldn’t focus on a single object.The temperature in her apartment seemed to rise quickly. A bead of sweat dripped down her temple as her arm reached out catching herself letting out a deep growl as she braced her head in her hand.

“That’s enough.”

Vex turned, teeth bared, already bracing for another attacker. From the shadows, a massive figure stepped into the alley, boots hitting the pavement with the weight of a war drum. Each step he took was calculated, demanding the attention of anyone nearby.

“Bear,” one of the men breathed, the color draining from his face. “Your just in time. She’s still warm.” The man grinned nervously.

He was a giant, easily 6 feet and 4 inches of raw muscle and scarred Lycan flesh. His presence shifted the air. Every predator in the alley suddenly realized they weren’t the top dog anymore.

“You got a problem, old man?” Vex snapped, blood dripping from her chin. Her body trembled with fury. She didn’t care who he was. She wasn’t about to play the damsel.

Bear didn’t answer her. He didn’t need to. He didn’t even bother to look at her.

“You’re reckless,” he said to the other Lycans, stepping closer. “You’ve been tearing through the city like you’re invincible. Time someone reminded you you’re not.”The men holding her tensed. They recognized the look in Bear’s eyes.“Get the fuck out.” Bear growled, voice deep and guttural. “And if I ever catch you touching a woman like that again, I’ll take your fucking hands.”

No one moved.

“I said NOW.”

The three men bolted, stumbling over each other as they scrambled down the alley. One didn’t even look back.They moved so quickly Vex blinked and they were already gone.She hopped on her feet, bloodied and bruised, her body screaming in pain, but her spirit unyielding.

“I didn’t need saving,” she shouted, eyes flashing. “I had it under control!”

Bear stepped toward her,the loud thud of his boots slapping against the wet concrete in slow and deliberate steps agian. Vex lunged,wild and desperate. Bear caught her wrist mid-swing and yanked her against his chest like she weighed nothing. She felt her breath escape her as her golden eyes looked up at him. They widened slightly before she caught herself. She twisted in his grip, trying to land an elbow. He blocked it, locking her in place.

“Stop fighting me,” he growled. “You’re just hurting yourself now.” he said acting as if she were nothing more then a fly. “Let go of me!” she thrashed around, breathing hard. But before she could wriggle free, he spun her and wrapped one thick arm around her neck, locking her in a chokehold against his chest. Not enough to knock her out but just enough to stop her.

“You want to fight?” His voice was a whisper at her ear. “Then fight me.”

Her heart pounded. She kicked her foot back into his shin, scratched, and attempted to bite his arm,but he didn’t budge. He was unmovable, like a brick wall. Suddenly she swung her legs around his and pulled, tripping him.

Vex’s foot gave out from under her as she fell to the ground of her apartment. She landed ontop of a pile of dry wall, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. Her pale and clammy skin glistened against the little light that the ceiling light gave off. Her eyes stared up at the ceiling as if attempting to catch her breath to hold onto something. Her mind slip again…

Bear grunted as they landed but never let go, his arm now protecivly around her waist. She clawed at his arms, pounding her fists against his chest. She let out a deep growl of frustration and anger, but his grip didn’t loosen.

“You done yet?” Bear asked unbothered. “Fuck you,” she hissed attempting to catch her breath. Her pride was a burning in her throat.

“You’ve got power,” he said, pinning her onto her back onto the wet concreate without effort. “But you waste it. You flail. You bleed when you don’t have to. That’s not strength, Vex. That’s desperation.”Shifting his weight just enough to let her breathe, His thumb pressed lightly against the pulse at her neck.

She hated how calm he was. Hated how easily he handled her. Hated that a small part of her respected him for it. “Get off me,” she said, voice hoarse. Bear looked down at Vex for a moment. A pause. He released her slowly, standing without looking away. Then he offered his hand.

She didn’t take it. She rolled over pushing herself up from the wet ground as stood on her own, even as her legs shook doing it she stubbornly steadied herself. She leaned over, spitting more blood onto the pavement.

Bear’s lips twitched in a grim smile. “ That pride of yours will get you killed.” he said. “But I’ll teach you. And when you’re ready.” He grinned wickedly “you’ll come find me” Bear said confidently before putting his hands into the pocked of his coat.

He turned his back towards Vex while pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with his other hand.

Vex stood in the dark as rain began to start pouring down. Torn between hatred and something that felt dangerously close to hope she watched him casually stroll away, once again with his slow and deliberate steps.

“Don’t think this means you’ve won,” she called after him.

Bear didn’t turn. “See you around Sugar.”

Vex’s hand fumbled toward her back pocket, clumsy and shaking. She could barely feel her fingers, but she knew the phone was there, it had to be. Her vision kept going in and out, flickers of light and shadow twisting the edges of her sight.

She got her fingers around it. Pulling it out slowly as she grunted with pain that continued to shoot up her arm. The screen lit up, far too bright. Stinging her eyes as she squinted, her breath catching in her throat as another wave of heat tore up her ar agian. She gasped, teeth clenched, a guttural sound escaping before she could stop it.

Focus. Just… focus Vex.

Her thumb dragged across the screen. Contacts. Messages.

“H.”

She tapped it. Hoped it was the right one. Everything was spinning, sliding sideways.

Her fingers carefully typed after hititng the location button. “206.”Sent. Followed by “H”. Sent. Her fingers fumbled slightly as she attempted another line of text. “Elp.” Sent.

The phone slipped from her fingers and dropped to the floor with a loud thud. Her arm dropped beside her, limp. Useless.She lay there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to keep her eyes open. Everything hurt. Her breath came in shallow gasps. Her chest felt tight. Her skin burned. Then… she felt something cool. Wet.

A drop of water hit her cheek.

Another.

She blinked slowly, but her eyelids were heavy now.

Was it raining?

Was it real?

Her eyes fell upon Bear as he continued to walk off, the rain pouring down on them now.” Wait!” she called out. He froze. Taking a drag on his cigarette as the red amber lit up. Bear turned slowly looking over his shoulder with a look that made her knees weak. He smirked and gestured his head towards the road as if tempting her to follow.

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✨Beyond The Veil✨

William Connors

𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | William Connors • Nickname(s) | Will • Age | 28 • Gender | Male • Birthday | May 5th • Race | Lycan • Rank/Status | Warrior of the Iron Fangs Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 6'0 • Build | Athletic • Eye Color | Brown when in human form • Hair Color & Style | Light brown and Short Wavy Hair • Skin Tone | Fair • Notable Marks | Scars on his forearms(Claw Marks) • Typical Clothing Style | Casual • Aura/First Impression | Reserved but, Open • Voice | Firm but welcoming, small hint of an accent Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 3 • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 3 • Romantic Preferences | Serious • Current Romantic Interests | None • View on Forbidden Relationships | Cautious • Biggest Turn-ons | Bravery, Loyalty, Good Hearted • Biggest Turn-offs | Cruel, Lazy, Selfish • Known Friends | Some members of the Iron Fang • Known Enemies | Shane Korn(One of the few survivors of the Lost Claws that Willaim knows about and is packless. How is he still alive?) • Known Family | Michael Connors(Dead), Vicky Connors(Dead)

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | Comic Books, Sparring, Parkour, Music, Photography • Likes | Chinese Food, Rock, Honest people, Places with a Good View, Family • Dislikes | Pompous people, Coffee, Drugs, Members of his Old Pack who are still alive • Fears | ✦Becoming like his former pack Alpha, Losing his way, Becoming worthless, the Iron Fang becoming like his former pack • Habits | Humming old songs, Walking around when thinking, flipping old coins when idle • Vices | Alcohol, Too Watchful, Self Doubt over his past Core Motivation William just wants to make sure that the Iron Fangs do not turn into his old pack. His old pack, the Lost Claws, were his first and only family after his parents died and he was left on his own. To watch them turn from a loyal and good pack into a twisted and violent pack that valued nothing the pack was supposed to be about. It hurt him deeply to see it happen in front of him. It hurt even more to leave and give up on them, but now that they are gone. William does not want the Iron Fangs to suffer that fate, and so he is ever watchful of anyone, even his new Alpha Dominic Blackmoor himself, from showing signs of becoming what befell the Lost Claws. Personality Overview William can be described as a friendly and rather warm person to friends or family. Is open to hearing their problems and being a nice person. But, still is someone who will knock someone out cold if you mess with him or his family. Which after the loss of his parents, he considers his pack his family. After losing two of them, William wants to make sure he does not lose a third, and despite being watchful of the Iron Fangs. He still cares for them and tries not be too much for them in his watchful manner. Still, William is a person who can be relied on and does lend an open ear to his friends or family who need it.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Warrior for the Iron Fangs • Level of Schooling | College Educated • Past Occupations | Warrior for the Lost Claws • Socioeconomic Status | Middle Class • History Summary | William was born to two packless Lycans, Michael and Vicky Connors. Now William does not know why his family was packless in the first place. He thinks they were exiles, but in the end. He never got the chance to ask, since despite living well enough for a time. William's parents would die in an accident and left him alone in the city. Now on the streets, Williams tried what he could to survive, and he probably would have joined his parents were it not for the Lost Claws. A pack that was made up of outcasts and those lycans left behind by the city. Their goal is to help out those like them and the other outcasts, or those living on the streets. William quickly joined them, and things started to improve. They were his family, and his bond was strong, especially knowing their ideals, and William would learn much about how to do more than just survive. He would thrive with the Lost Claws and was dedicated to their mission. Helping out other lycans or others like them. Well, for those who would accept their help. However, this changed after his pack's Alpha died in a fight with another pack, and a new Alpha was put in charge. Then things started to slowly change as this new Alpha started to have a new idea of how the Lost Claws would run, and by the time he realized what was happening, it was too late. As he was blinded by his love for his pack and as he and his Alpha buttted heads over things and those like him getting demoted or silenced. Becoming a small part of the new and growing Lost Claws. William did something bold to save his pack from becoming something else. He challenged the Alpha for leadership of the Lost Claw. But despite his best efforts, he lost and was demoted to the lowest rank in the pack. William now realizes that it was too late to save the Lost Claws as they become more violent and argue with each other. He left one day and did not look back. By the time he had joined up with the Iron Fangs, the pack's ideals reminded him of the Lost Claws. Word reached him that his former beloved pack had wiped itself out in a civil war. While he did feel remorse that he could not save them. William was determined that his new pack, his new family, would not suffer the same fate. So now he watches the members of the Iron Fang, and even Dominic Blackmoor himself, for signs of them turning into the opposite of what the Iron Fang stands for.

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✦ Race info ▸ Lycans ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Born or Turned? | Born • Reaction to Full Moon | His eyes change color from brown to yellow and his aggressiveness increases greatly, but tries to only hurt those who are his enemies if turned • Pack Loyalty Level | Commited if things stay the course • Views on Mortals | Not seeing them as enemies or playthings but, treats him as actually living beings • Views on Vampires | He is wary and cautious of them • Views on Fae | Dislikes them and does not trust them Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | All that Matters - Skillet • Favorite Food | Shrimp Fried Rice • Favorite Animal(s) | Eagle • Favorite Music Genre | Rock • Favorite Haunt | Gutterbane and sometimes the Neon Lanes Bowling Alley • Signature Weapon | Dual Knifes • Preferred Vices | Vodka • Pet Peeve | Talking while eating • Guilty Pleasure | Watching martial arts movies

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