Mag-log inSTACY (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
NATE I recognize her before she even turns. She’s hunched over the bar, one hand loosely cradling a shot glass, and her other brushing hair out of her face with a kind of detached carelessness that screams exhaustion more than vanity. But I’d know her anywhere. It's that vexing wolfless shew
STACY (The next morning) The first thing I register is the dull pounding in my skull then comes the taste like regret and cheap whiskey had a baby and decided to sleep in my mouth. I groan and roll onto my side, only to find myself tangled in blankets that definitely aren’t mine. The fabric sm
I blink. “That’s oddly specific.” “Tell me I’m wrong,” she says, tilting her head. “I bet all the rogues in here are terrified of you.” “It is my place, so they should be,” I say simply. That shuts her up for a beat. Then she lifts her glass again emptied this time and slams it down too hard.
STACY I drive aimlessly not knowing where I’m going because of all the conflicting emotions I'm feeling right now. I just keep going, the road winding out of the Blue Moon Pack territory and into the unfamiliar, darker edges of the rogue zones. I pass trees, empty farmland, and jagged rocks blurre







