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
The second they see me, the boy’s mother lashes out. “Your bastard son needs to apologize to my child! Look what he’s done to my poor Nigel!” Her words hit me like a slap, and for a moment, I can’t breathe. Bastard? My son isn't a bastard! I take a deep breath, trying to remain calm. “You will n
DANIEL. My lungs feel like they’re made of iron and fire. Every breath is an effort, and I know I don’t have much longer before this thing takes full control. I don’t even know why I’m still standing. But then Stacy walks in with Natasha. She looks windblown and flushed, her hair damp with swe
STACY. 'Yes,' she answers softly, her voice echoing in my mind like a familiar song long forgotten. 'But I’m not the same wolf you once knew before I went into hibernation, waiting—for you to be ready.' I frown, heart pounding. “Hibernation?” 'Yes, Stacy,' she continues gently. "I was simply s
Minutes stretch into hours and I lose track of time. Outside, the sky has darkens. Inside, my fingers are stained with ink and herb dust, my mind spinning from the concoction I’ve put together. It’s not a cure. But it’s the strongest herbal antibiotic I can make. Maybe it can slow the fever do







