THE PAST PLAQUE

got from my dream of them.I've always had the impression that my mother worked as a gardener.She adored plants and the power they possessed, like the forest's evergreens.Pot

y community college, he taught night classes by walking up and down the front of the seminar room and wildly gesturing with his hands.Despite the fact that he was one of the few people who was passionate about

as going on in your life, was always your top priority.a love that lasted forever and could not be broken.As I watched from the couch with an uncontrollable smile, my parents

or.The escape from the fire would be a distant memory for Kyle, but it would not be the turning point in our

h-black cabin was how my recurring dream had broug

e same thing over and over again for no reason, what was the point?What could be the reason, if t

despite the fact that the pack was not religious.It's possible that this was a way for them to express all of the things they didn't get to in the

weight was pressing down on my shoulders as the sadness that had always persisted afterward.I knew that I would never truly be free from its grip until I understood why I lost my parents that day, n

p on the movement, which no normal human ear could have detected.I tiptoed over to the cabin's corner and qui

sed something, I squinted and slowly scanned the area outside.I could barely make out the ot

as they got closer.Fear caused my body to tremble, and adrenaline began to slowly flow through my veins.As I sank i

ner werewolf, allowing me to continue growing.Now, all that mattered was that.When the door to my cabin swung open, I jumped forward and attacked the tall, dark figure standing in the doorframe—I had to be the best, save them, an