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
His words slice deep, deeper than I want to admit. My throat burns, but I manage, “I can handle this. Infected packmates need me—” “Infected packmates will always need you,” he snaps, and suddenly I’m airborne, strong arms locking around me. “Daniel!” My hands shove against his chest to put me d
Then the door swings open, and a young Gamma in black steps forward, head bowed slightly. “Alpha Black. Miss Stacy.” He says the title like it tastes strange on his tongue. “Your rooms are ready.” Rooms? The word scrapes across my nerves like claws. Daniel’s brows pinch. “Rooms?” “Yes.” The wa
JASON A few minutes later, I step back from the door and lean against the cold wall outside Bay 3 with my arms crossed. Inside, Daniel hasn’t moved an inch. He’s still holding Stacy’s hand like she belongs to him and she’s his to keep. 'Wrong. She’s ours,' my wolf growls, low and possessive, e
My pulse pounds in my ears. “She was mine,” I snarl. Her eyes find mine, sharp. “And maybe she could’ve stayed yours, if you’d fought for her the way you’re trying to start a fight now.” That lands like a punch, I step back. She lays a hand on my shoulder. “Go home, son. The worst is over. Let







