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. “Daniel,” Natasha hisses under her breath, her eyes wild and shimmering with unshed tears. “Please… don’t do this to me especially not in front of everyone.” Her hands grip mine, trembling. But I don’t return the hold. “I’m sorry, Natasha,” I say softly but firmly, my voice carrying we
STACY. I didn’t sleep much after Daniel left. How could I? He stood at my door, three in the morning still in his suit looking devastatingly handsome as I remember with his intoxicating scent stirring memories I’ve buried too deep for too long.... But I must admit that I hadn’t seen that lo
Nate watches me in silence and that’s the worst part about him. He studies me like he’s trying to see through skin and bone when he isn't talking smart. "Ahem," I clear my throat to stop him from thinking whatever he thinks about me. “Why are you still around?” I ask without looking up. “I thought
DANIEL. The bitter taste of regret clings to my tongue as I leave the White’s house. Stacy’s mother is still standing on the porch, arms wrapped around herself like she’s holding in her soul, while Alpha Frank glares at my retreating back like I’m his child that failed him. I slam the truck door







