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
By the time I finish, my mother’s face is pale with anger. “That bastard… after everything you gave him, everything you sacrificed for you to marry him… how dare he?” Her voice shakes with fury, but she softens as she reaches for my hand. “I’m just so thankful you escaped and came back home.” I sw
STACY Natasha's smug smirk greets me before her words do. “You’re still here? Hope I didn’t wake you while I was making breakfast for my mate.” I bite the inside of my cheek and head straight for the cupboard, pretending I don’t see her standing there barefoot in Daniel’s shirt like she owns t
I bite down on the urge to snap because thankfully Stacy doesn’t seem to notice. When they finally call her in, I walk with her. “You don’t have to come in,” she says, stopping at the doorway. “I know,” I answer, then pause. “But I want to.” She doesn’t protest again. Inside, the room is w
JASON. A few days after dress shopping with Nicole, it’s the day of my wedding—a day I’m supposed to feel on top of the world, yet something feels off. The sun is shining, the guests are arriving, but I can’t shake this heaviness in my chest. I’m standing in the grand hall, waiting for Nicole’s







