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. When I first saw Stacy at the border yesterday, I genuinely thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. She stood there, barely upright, and shivering in the cold with a small bundle clutched tightly to her chest. Her clothes were stained with dry blood and her once-shining eyes were clou
STACY. “Hello,” “Hey Hannah, it's Stacy,” “Stacy? Are you and Liam okay?” Relief washes over me. “Yes we are good. I just want to say thank you—for everything. You and Nate… I wouldn’t be here without you.” Hannah’s voice is light with relief. “Oh thank the goddess you are safe. Where are
STACY I don’t know how to breathe after hearing those words from Daniel. His voice still lingers in the air like smoke—soft but heavy. I look at him, and I see the boy I left behind and the man I came home to. Somehow, they exist in the same body, the same eyes, and it hurts more than I expected.
STACY My hands tremble as I lift the strange bottle off the table. The thick green liquid at the bottom moves sluggishly, the herbs within giving off a faint but pungent scent. This isn’t the kind of medication I expected. I rush back outside, bottle in hand. My mother is still crouched beside m







