Novels by Stacy

Elias' POV“There is an attack on the bridge,” the soldier panted, his voice shaking as he stumbled into the makeshift command post.I didn't move immediately, I just looked down at my hands, which were covered in the drying blood of my fallen brothers. The chaos outside was deafening, a relentless meat grinder that I honestly hadn't planned on surviving. It would have been a lot more peaceful to just stay down out there, frankly.“Of course there is,” I muttered, wiping a streak of red off my jaw with the back of my sleeve. “Because why would anything go smoothly today? That would just be too efficient.”A bitter weight settled in my stomach. If my father had just listened to me, if he had paused his grand strategy for even five minutes to look at the actual logistics none of this would have happened.But the old man always preferred a dramatic speech over a solid perimeter defense and now we were paying the price in bodies.“Sir, you don't understand,” the soldier pressed, wiping sw

Easton's POVThe doors of the packhouse slammed shut, cutting off the distant roar of the celebration outside. My father didn't even wait for the latch to click before he turned on me, his face twisted in a dangerous sneer.“What is the meaning of this nonsense, Easton?” he barked, slamming his fist onto the desk.“Dragging that girl off the altar like a common rogue in front of the entire IronVale Clan?”I didn't blink and kept my posture straight, my expression controlled. “It was the only way to handle it cleanly, Father. A public rejection leaves no room for her to contest the title.”To be fair, I hadn't wanted things to happen quite like this. The scene she made was messy, and I hate mess. But I felt no regret because a pack cannot be run on sentimentality, and it certainly cannot be run by a Luna who possesses no wolf.I looked over at Brenda, who was sitting quietly, her small hand resting over her stomach. I loved Brenda. She gave me everything I actually needed to secure my

Rosalie's POVI heard voices, far away.That was the first thing that woke me up. My eyes felt like they were glued shut, and when I finally managed to blink them open, everything was a massive, blurry smudge. I couldn't make sense of the ceiling or the walls.But then my chest started to ache as that deep, crushing weight came slamming right back into my ribs, and the memory of the bedroom door, the giggle, the sheets—it all flooded my brain.It had to be a nightmare. I had to have just fallen asleep and had the worst dream of my entire life.I scrambled to sit up, my head spinning so fast I felt sick, and that was when I noticed the white curtains and the smell of rubbing alcohol. The pack infirmary.Why was I in the infirmary? I couldn't remember collapsing.I swung my legs off the mattress, my knees shaking like jelly. I didn't care, I just needed to find Easton. I needed to see his face and have him tell me that none of it was real.Disoriented and stumbling, I pushed past the d

Rosalie's POV“Good luck with the game,” I said, leaning in. My lips brushed his cheek, warm against the chilly air coming off the rink.He leaned down and kissed me back, “Thank you.”He started to turn, his skates cutting a little line in the ice, but then he stopped and looked back at me, his eyes all serious and heavy.“After the game…we need to talk, okay?”My heart did this weird drop, like when you miss a step on the stairs and your stomach floats up into your throat for a second. I forced myself to nod, keeping my face totally still, just playing it cool so he wouldn't see.“Yeah, sure.”Then he skated away and the crowd went absolutely crazy, screaming and banging on the glass as he joined the rest of the team. I just stood there, watching the back of his jersey move through the bright lights.Two years. We have been together for two whole years and I still get this terrifying feeling whenever he says we need to have an adult conversation. It is ridiculous.I let out a breath