Novels by Saringit

The first thing Irene noticed wasn't the shouting.It was the silence underneath it.The kind that settles into a room after too much damage has already been done.Too tense.Too sharp.As if everyone present was waiting for something else to break.She stepped forward anyway.Because someone had to.As Luna, she represented authority.But right now, that wasn't what mattered.Right now, she was the only adult in the room who wasn't letting emotions make decisions.And Ruby had already crossed a line.“I can take your son.”Her voice remained calm.Measured.Educated.She didn't raise it.She didn't need to.The certainty behind the words carried enough weight on its own.For a moment, Ruby simply stared.Then shock gave way to anger.Fast.Violent.“Don't you dare lay a hand on him anymore!”The room seemed to tighten around the words.Irene didn't react.Didn't blink.Didn't rise to the challenge.“Or what?” Ruby demanded.Her voice climbed higher.Louder.Shaking now.“What are you

The boy didn't cry.That was the first thing Irene noticed.Not the shouting.Not the way he immediately lowered his head.Not even the hand that grabbed his arm.It was the silence.The way he absorbed it all without making a sound.Like he had learned long ago that crying only made things worse.Raven.Ruby's second child.Irene had heard whispers over the years.The kind people shared when they thought nobody important was listening.Half-truths.Rumors.Pieces of stories no one could fully prove.Skylar had mentioned him once.Casually.As though she were discussing the weather instead of a child.No one seemed certain who his father was.Some claimed it was Eugene's father.Others swore it was someone else entirely.A warrior.A pack member.A stranger.The stories changed depending on who was telling them.But standing here now, Irene realized none of that mattered.Not really.Because whatever truth existed behind Raven's birth, it didn't explain what she was seeing.Ruby didn'

Irene’s Point of ViewSomething felt wrong before anyone said a word.Not pain.Not fear.Just a strange heaviness beneath her skin, as if her body had already accepted a truth her mind hadn't caught up to yet.Then the words came.And nothing inside her was prepared for them.The news hit harder than it should have.Too hard.Irene blinked, trying to steady herself, but her thoughts kept drifting back to her mother. That worry had lived inside her for days now, constant and exhausting. She had convinced herself it was the reason she felt different.The reason she felt tired.The reason her emotions had been all over the place.Not this.Not a baby.A knot formed in her throat.Her fingers curled into the bedsheet as she stared ahead.She had only just found solid ground again.Only just learned how to breathe without waiting for something terrible to happen.And now there was another life depending on her.Another responsibility.Another reason to be afraid of losing everything."But

CONGRATULATION!Something was wrong.Irene felt it before she reached the bed.Before she saw the faces.Before anyone spoke.The air itself felt wrong.Too tense.Too quiet.“What happened?”Her voice came out sharper than she intended.Almost breaking.Then she saw him.And the world narrowed to a single point.Dawin Ray.His tiny chest rose too fast.Too shallow.Each breath looked like work.His lips carried a faint purple tint.His cheeks were flushed red.Too red.The sight ripped her straight back to a memory she spent an entire year trying to bury.That night.The crying.The panic.The helplessness.The fear of losing him.“What happened?!”This time the question came out louder.Desperate.Her heart pounded so hard it hurt.They told her he was fine.They told her the treatment worked.They told her he was safe.So why did this look so familiar?“Mom, what happened?”Her voice cracked.She rushed forward.Then froze.Because Dawin Ray wasn't crying.He wasn't reaching for he

ONE YEARThe laughter should have felt comforting.Instead, it made Irene uneasy.Too loud.Too carefree.Too much like the world had forgotten how close they had come to losing everything.Still, she smiled.She had become good at that over the past year.Good at enjoying a peaceful moment while some stubborn part of her remained watchful.Waiting.Today was Dawin Ray's first birthday.The little boy raced across the open field on unsteady legs, chasing absolutely nothing and somehow looking like he was chasing the entire world.Every few steps, he nearly fell.Every few steps, someone reached toward him.And every time, he stubbornly kept going.The sight tightened something in Irene's chest.Healthy.Strong.Alive.For a long time, those three things had felt impossible.Now they felt like a miracle she still wasn't used to holding.“Uncle! Uncle!”Dawin Ray spotted Ruztom and immediately changed direction.Tiny arms stretched upward.“Up. Up.”Ruztom's entire face lit up.He scoop

She had already taught herself how to live with loss.That was the cruelest part.After enough years, grief stopped feeling sharp and started feeling permanent, like something stitched into the bones. Something you carried so long that eventually, you stopped reaching for what was gone.But now,her grandson was in her arms.Warm.Breathing.Real.Skylar stared down at him quietly, almost afraid to blink in case the moment disappeared with it.A strange ache spread through her chest. Not painful. Worse.Tender.To stand here beside her daughter again…to hold Irene’s child…it felt too merciful for someone like her.Her fingers trembled slightly against the baby’s back.She remembered another child once.Smaller.Softer.Only two years old.Irene.The memory never faded no matter how many years passed. Skylar could still remember the weight of her daughter in her arms that night. The sound of Irene crying as Dominic carried her away. The way Skylar stood there afterward, unable to mov