LOGINSTACY (Final Chapter) The days after Jason’s death feel like walking through a storm that never ends. Grief comes in waves, sharp and endless, dragging me under until I can hardly breathe. Nights are the hardest. Liam curls into me, asking why lied to him. I finally told him the truth of what
After the burial ceremony, people drift away like leaves. It leaves room for things that need saying—hard decisions that want sunlight. Nate stands a step from me. His face is carved with exhaustion, and I watch his breath as though it could explain everything. “So, what next?” I say to him, the s
STACY I wake to the taste of iron and a grief so heavy it pins me to the mattress. For a moment I don’t know where my body ends and the dark begins. Then I remember the circle, the runes, and the fire—Jason’s face bright as a match just before the world went white. He’s not beside me. There is a
JASON. The circle resists everything we throw at it. Knight's claws rake across the glowing runes until sparks fly, Kael summons stormfire that burns hotter than any forge, Daniel hurls raw Alpha power that shakes the ground beneath us. Still, the barrier holds. And all the while, Stacy’s scre
Adrenaline slams through me, a flicker of life that makes the circle tense. The runes flare brighter, sensing their prey’s pulse in the earth. I try to call louder, but the circle chews at my chest with hunger. My limbs go light. I taste copper on my tongue. My vision swims silver at the edges. Fr
STACY Darkness tastes like iron and old rain. I wake to my throat raw, and my mouth packed with the tang of something bitter. The first thing I notice is the ropes biting into my wrists, a pressure across my chest like a hand that will not let go. The second is the light: a ring of fire, low and
STACY. The ballroom feels like it’s caving in. I stand frozen, surrounded by Alphas and Lunas whose respect was so palpable moments ago—now turned into suspicion and contempt. Their voices blend into a storm, sharp and biting. “She let her die!” “She’s a fraud!” “What healer can’t save a poison
JASON. My first attempt to get back in good books with Stacy failed miserably when I first saw her and now I know I need another strategy to win her back... And the moment I see her step into the ballroom for the gala, I forget how to breathe. Golden silk clings to her like sunlight woven into
STACY. I stare at the pendant resting on the table like it holds all the answers to a life I never knew I lost. It's identical to the one around my neck—the one my adoptive mother gave me as a child and said it was the only thing I was found with when she discovered me. But now... Now, the man
STACY. Did Jason seriously ask if I loved him still? My breath hitches as Jason’s hands grip my waist, his lips brushing against my skin like a ghost of the man I once loved. But I’m not that girl anymore. “Don’t,” I whisper, forcing steel into my voice. He freezes, his body tensing like I’ve







