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
NICOLE. (Back in midnight) I’ve spent three hours in front of the mirror today. Three hours fixing my hair into perfect soft waves, and applying the kind of natural makeup that makes it look like I woke up flawless. I tried on six different dresses before settling on the deep red one — Jason a
STACY “Mama, you’re back already,” he murmurs, his voice drowsy and warm, the word Mama carrying that unshakable sweetness that feels like it belongs only to me. “Yes, baby,” I whisper, leaning down until my lips almost brush his hair. “So… how was the gala? Grandma and I saw you on TV when th
DANIEL. (Meanwhile in Blue Moon) The door to my office shuts behind me, but the disappointment follows me inside like an unwanted shadow. For the first time in years, I thought I could… help her. Even if it was nothing more than driving her and Liam back to the capital. Keep her safe. Let her
STACY I stare at the closed door long after Nate’s footsteps fade away. My chest feels tight, like his shadow is still lingering in the room, thick and suffocating. He looked at me like I’d stabbed him just by speaking the truth. Maybe I did. Maybe telling my father what Nate’s planning is the onl







