ログインSTACY (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
We sit and Jason dives in first, like I knew he would. “This reminds me of the dinners we used to have,” he says smoothly, flashing me that smirk that once turned my knees weak. Now it just makes my skin crawl. “Back when things were… simpler.” I pick up my goblet, swirling the wine just to give m
NATE Clara’s mouth opens. “—He’s was helping me with something on my back,” she says, with practiced grace. Rourke stops two strides in, gaze snapping between us, then drifting to the Alpha Prime slack in his chair. His frown deepens. “Are you sure?” he ask, flat. Clara steps in front of me like
NATE. I stride down the corridor with a single thought pounding in my head: apologize to Stacy for yesterday because last night I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Liam’s small, terrified face in Nicole’s grip. I was supposed to protect him. I swore to keep him safe. And I failed.
STACY. The next morning, I linger longer than usual in my bedroom. Liam's curled against my side, his little chest rising and falling in a rhythm that soothes me far more than the sunlight streaming through the curtains. His curls are damp from last night’s bath, and even in sleep his small hand







