LOGINEmberlyn:My mother had left around seven in the evening, kissing my forehead twice before she went, promising to call once Mila was settled.The room was quiet now. The kind of quiet that hospitals did well, that low hum of machines somewhere down the hall, the occasional squeak of shoes on linoleum, the distant murmur of the nurses' station. The lights above my bed were dimmed and the doctor had told me to sleep hours ago.I was still awake.I was gazing at the ceiling, trying to think of anything that would help me sleep, tossing and turning like you do when you are physically exhausted but your brain won't let you rest.The smoke. The heat. When my legs no longer supported my body.And then his voice. Somewhere in the dark when everything was going sideways, I had heard something that sounded like Jaxon asking me where I was. Low and urgent, cutting through the noise. And I had answered. I remembered answering.It wasn't real, though, wasn't possible, it must have been imagined. M
Emberlyn:The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Kim.She was seated right beside the hospital bed, her legs crossed, phone in her hand, and when our eyes met she let out a sharp breath like she'd been holding it in for too long."Oh thank God." She leaned forward, squeezing my hand so tight it almost hurt but I didn't complain.My throat was dry and my chest ached every time I breathed in too deep. The ceiling above me was the standard hospital white and the smell, that particular hospital smell of antiseptic and recycled air, filled my nose.I was alive.The door opened and my mother came in. When she looked at me, there was a crack in my heart. She had red eyes, hair barely combed back in place and was still in her work uniform as if she had come running here straight from work."Ember." Her voice broke when she called my name.She crossed the room fast and pulled me into her arms and I held her back. Both arms around her neck, face buried in her shoulder, and then it all
Alpha Jaxon:“C’mon, Emberlyn.” Wake up Emberlyn’s body went limp as I held her in my arms. The entire building was covered in thick smoke that choked and covered my view.I had managed to navigate the building and lead the other students out.One at a time we ran out of the building to safety. Emberlyn was still unconscious in my arms, I lay her down on the grass and slowly we were surrounded by students.Some filming, some calling for help and some just watching.Her face was pale, as if she were lifeless. She must have inhaled too much smoke. Wake up baby, I had almost yelled but it came as a mutter.I pressed two fingers to her neck. The pulse was there, present but irregular, at least it was better than the alternative which was nothing.I watched her chest rise, barely, and fall.My wolf, which had been howling nonstop, went silent.Not calm but the silence of an animal that has stopped howling because it was deathly afraid and paralyzed by it.I tilted her head back trying to
Alpha Jaxon: The committee meeting had run forty minutes longer than it needed to. I'd sat through it patiently learning to keep two things running simultaneously: the surface, which was attentive and professionally engaged, and the underneath, which was doing the actual thinking. The outcome was straightforward enough. The Harlow Competition preparation committee had selected four faculty members to mentor the qualifying students through their exam preparation and early research stages. My name had been on the list before the meeting started. I'd seen it in the preliminary email and had chosen not to comment on it, which was its own form of acceptance. I gathered my folder and my jacket and exchanged the minimal post-meeting courtesies and left. The hallway outside the conference room was quite like it should be on a typical Friday afternoon which was lighter than Monday, with the week's momentum already released. The students moved happier and chippier with a “Thank God it’s F
Emberlyn: That took much longer than it should have. The laptop closed with a sound that felt more final than it had any right to. Two tabs and two confirmations later, The REX Pharmaceutical internship had been accepted, signed, submitted, the thing that three weeks ago had felt like a door I wasn't ready to open. And then of course, Harlow Medical Research Competition registration, my name in the field, the qualifying exam date circled on a calendar I'd updated for the first time in months. Done. I sat in the campus café with both hands flat on the closed laptop, looked at the middle distance and thought about how a person could spend weeks resisting two things and then arrive eventually at doing both of them in the same afternoon without it feeling like a decision and more like an obligation. Like I'd been walking toward it the whole time and had simply stopped pretending otherwise. He did say I was going to do it but now I hate proving him right. The café was its usual Sat
Emberlyn: Kimberly’s grip on my hand was tight and firm. She glanced at her sides before reaching and grabbing the door knob. She turned it and pulled it open and slipped into the room, pulling me in right after. I stumbled backward the instant her grip left my arm, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. My balance wavered, my feet dragging clumsily against the floor as I fought to steady myself. The sudden loss of her hold sent me reeling, as though the force she’d used to keep me rooted had somehow been the only thing keeping me upright. For a second, the room tilted. My eyes found hers. The distance between us was barely a few steps now, yet it felt much wider. It took me a few seconds to get my footing while she backed me. She pushed the door slowly, tilting to the side and peeping through the gap she made. When she was sure no one followed right after, she shut the door and reached for the lock and turned it. Kimberly searched my eyes till I averted my gaze f







