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
DANIEL. "I need to go through Vivienne’s old scrolls,” Stacy says with urgency. “There might be something hidden in her notes about a cure. I just need time.” Did she just ask for time? My heart clenches painfully at the one thing I would’ve given without hesitation if it were anything else....
STACY It’s been over an hour since Daniel told me about the wolf fever outbreak in Blue Moon, and I still haven’t moved from the clinic floor. A part of me is slightly furious as to why didn’t he come to me when the first case appeared? I’m a healer, not a last resort. But knowing Daniel, the de
NICOLE. The sun is beating down, and I’m lounging by the pool at the mansion, sipping on a yummy fruity drink, enjoying the warm, lazy afternoon. I stretch out further, feeling the perfect blend of sun on my skin, and for a moment, I almost forget how much Jason has been avoiding me the past few y
His expression remains cold, but he’s listening. That’s all I need. "If you want to reject and divorce me, I’ll sign the papers without giving you any drama," I continue, watching his face carefully. "But what’s the point? Divorce won’t bring Stacy or your son back. Let's give us one last chance."







