Novels by Lynda writes

Logan's pov“Tag! You’re it!”A small hand slapped mine before I could react, and I stumbled into the soft grass. Laughter erupted around me as three children squealed, darting between benches, hiding behind the big oak tree near the pack hall.“Alpha! You can’t catch me!” a little girl shouted, bread crumbs on her cheeks, clutching a sticky pastry she had swiped from the table.“I will catch you!” I said, laughing, lunging forward. My usual alpha demeanor was gone now, no more dark shadows, curses, warnings.Now I was warm, playful, soft. The children squealed even louder, darting away in every direction.Fiona appeared behind me, shaking her head, laughing. “Logan!" She shouted from far behind me. "I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she said, brushing her hair from her face. “The mighty alpha, reduced to chasing toddlers for snacks.”“Hey,” I said, grinning, “I can be many things, fearsome when I need to be, and absolutely ridiculous at other times.” I crouched low, watching the sm

Logan's pov Laughter echoed softly from the kitchen where a few of the younger members were sorting supplies in the pack, and the older ones moved with purpose but without fear. Rowan was finally gone. His shadow, manipulation of power, all of it dissolved in the air like smoke after a fire.And yet, the house still felt tense. Even after victory, even after Rowan had been stripped of authority and the pack had sworn loyalty to Fiona and me, there was a weight lingering, invisible but heavy.I moved toward Fiona, who was sitting on the edge of the couch, wrapped in a blanket. Her hair was messy from the morning, a few damp strands clinging to her forehead, but her eyes… her eyes held something that made my chest tighten. Determination, quiet strength, and a hint of fear she refused to show.“Hey,” I said softly, sitting beside her. My hand brushed against hers, resting there. She let me, and I felt her warmth seep into me, steadying me in ways the battle, the mountain, and the pack n

Fiona's povRowan left without a fight. The pack house was quiet. Even after Rowan’s disgrace, even after his shadow had finally receded, the air felt heavy, like we were all holding our breath.I sank onto the edge of the main hall bench, knees pulled close, hands trembling slightly. Logan was beside me immediately, eyes sharp, hand on my shoulder. “You alright?”“I’m fine,” I said, even as the room spun faintly around me. I clenched my fists, trying to anchor myself. But the mark, the mountain, Rowan, the pack’s tension — it all pressed against me, making my head pound.Logan didn’t buy it. He slid closer, lowering his voice. “You’re not fine. I can feel it.”“I said I’m fine,” I snapped, but my voice cracked anyway.Serena was across the room, watching me, jaw tight, arms folded. Her eyes were unreadable, but I caught the flicker of something worrying, longing, regret. I didn’t have time to think.The council had finished their formalities. Rowan’s fall was official; the pack had t

Fiona's pov“Don’t,” Logan whispered beside me. “He’s baiting you.”Rowan smiled. He looked half dead, almost heartbreakingly so, but the glow in his veins told a different story. “Come closer, Fiona. You’ve wandered long enough.”I took a step forward before I could stop myself. His voice had weight; it pulled at something buried deep inside me.Logan’s hand caught my wrist. “Fiona.” His voice cracked. “Stay with me.”That broke the spell. I blinked, breath sharp. Rowan’s smile faltered. “Ah. The tether. How sweet.”He turned to the pack, raising his arms. “She still believes she can love what the mountain already owns.”The pack murmured, uneasy. I saw Serena among them, her face pale in the torchlight. She was shaking her head slowly at me, as if begging me not to do what I was about to.I stepped into the clearing anyway. The air felt heavy, thick enough to breathe in pieces.Rowan spread his hands, his tone soft, almost tender. “You opened the first door. You brought us the gift

Logan's povFiona walked ahead of me, her hair sticking to the back of her neck, i could still feel the mark stroking under my palm, and when she got too close, it stroke harder, like it remembered her better than I did.We hadn’t spoken since the ridge collapsed. There wasn’t much to say. The mountain had taken too many of us, and what it left behind wasn’t something words could fix.She stopped near a fallen tree, staring at something only she could see. “They’re following us,” she said quietly.“I know,” I said. “They won’t catch us before dawn.”“You sound sure.”“I’m not.”She turned then, meeting my eyes. “You died, Logan. I saw you die.”“I thought I did too,” I said. “Then I woke up in something that wasn’t death.”Her voice trembled. “Rowan?”“He’s not gone. Whatever’s wearing him now… it wants us both.”She closed her eyes, shaking her head. “He was supposed to protect us.”“He still thinks he is.”Her breath came out in a shiver. “What happened to you down there?”“I saw hi

Logan's povIt wasn’t death.This… this was noise. A thousand whispers crawling into the pack,, every one of them had a voice I almost knew.The last thing I remembered was Fiona’s scream, the wave hitting us like a tornado.Now, I was standing in it. The black water wasn’t cold anymore. It moved something wrapping around me without drowning me.When I looked down, I didn’t see my reflection. I saw hers.“Fiona?” I said.Her face didn’t move, but her eyes did.“You shouldn’t have come,” she whispered.“Then why did you call me?”The reflection smiled faintly. “Because it wanted you to.”And then she was gone.I thrust forth and halted across her.“Still fighting it?”The voice came from behind me.Rowan.He looked older somehow. His eyes glowed faintly.I clenched my fists. “You should’ve stayed dead.”He almost smiled. “You said that before.”“What did you do to her?”“I gave her what she was born for.”“Don’t talk about her like that.”He tilted his head, studying me. “Still protect