“Hey,” I say softly, lifting his chin so he meets my eyes. “How about we get some ice cream, huh? Maybe that’ll make today a little better.” He hesitates, then nods slowly. “Okay. Can I have two scoops?” “Two scoops,” I promise, managing a smile. We drive to the small café near the square, the
STACY. It’s been several days since the last wave of wolf fever burned through the packs, leaving behind a trail of grief and relief in equal measure. I managed to save many wolves, but not all. The ones I couldn’t heal haunt my dreams at night, their faces flashing behind my eyelids like ghostly
JASON. The door closes behind Stacy and Daniel, and the silence they leave behind presses on my ribs like a weight trying to kill me from the inside. I just stand there staring at the space she occupied a heartbeat ago. My wolf paces—restless, unsatisfied, and furious. The lab report is still in
STACY. As soon as the door shuts behind Jason, I just stand there, chest tight, and pulse hammering in my ears. Rage churns inside me, hot and bitter. How dare he think he can just walk into this room and claim me again just because we share a son? 'As if that erases the years of pain and bet
Her blood drains from her face—there it is. Confirmation. “You can’t just forget, can you?” she whispers. “Forget what?” I step closer, scenting her delicious smell all. “I told you that I was under a love spell. Nicole used magic to chain me to her. What we had—what we were—it was never like that
JASON. When Stacy walks out of the bathroom with steam trailing after her like a soft cloud, the world fades out and all I can focus on is her damp hair sticking to her face and neck, as she holds the towel tight, like it’s her only shield. How did I lose this woman? For a moment, something sha