Masuk"Sarah relapsed. She is in the hospital."The words came at three in the morning. The phone had rung and I had answered it, half asleep, expecting the worst. It was Elena. Her voice was urgent.I sat up in bed. My heart was pounding. "What do you mean she relapsed?""She was found unconscious in her apartment. Someone called an ambulance. They think she took something. Maybe pills. Maybe more. They do not know yet."I felt the blood drain from my face. "Is she alive?""She is alive. But it is bad. You need to come."I hung up and turned to him. He was already awake, watching me with worried eyes."What is it?""It is Sarah. She relapsed. She is in the hospital."He sat up. "What? How? She has been clean for months.""I do not know. But we need to go. Now."We got dressed and woke Lily. She was groggy at first. Then she saw our faces and knew something was wrong."What happened? What is going on?"I took her hands. "It is Sarah. She is in the hospital. She relapsed."Lily stared at me.
"I can't do this anymore."The words came from Wren, her voice cracking in the darkness of our shelter. I turned to look at her, my heart clenching at the exhaustion etched into her face."What do you mean?" I asked."I mean I can't keep holding the circle," she said. "I can't keep fighting. I'm so tired, Kael. So tired."I moved to sit beside her, my hand finding hers. "We all are. But we have to keep going.""Why?" she asked. "Why do we have to keep fighting? The quiet is gone. We won.""It's not gone," I said. "It's just waiting.""Then let it wait," she said. "Let it wait forever. I don't care anymore."I looked at her, at the defeat in her eyes. She had been so strong for so long. We all had. But strength had limits. Even the strongest could break."You don't mean that," I said."Don't I?" she asked. "I've been fighting since the moment I was born. Fighting to survive. Fighting to hold on. Fighting to keep the darkness away. I'm tired, Kael. I'm so tired."I pulled her into my ar
"I am Lily's mother. I want to see my daughter."The words hit me like a physical blow. I was standing in the doorway of our home. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. It was a beautiful morning. And a woman I had never met was standing on my porch, claiming to be the mother of my child."I am sorry," I said. "Who are you?"She was thin. Too thin. Her face was gaunt. Her eyes were sunken. She looked like she had been through hell."My name is Sarah. I am Lily's birth mother. I gave birth to her sixteen years ago."I felt my heart stop. "You are supposed to be sick. You are supposed to be dying."She laughed. A bitter, broken sound. "I was sick. I was very sick. But I got better. And now I want to see my daughter."I stepped out onto the porch and closed the door behind me. "You abandoned her. You left her alone. She spent years thinking you were dead."Sarah flinched. "I know. I know what I did. I was sick. I was dying. I thought she would be better off without me.""You thoug
"I want to do something meaningful with my life."Lily said it at breakfast. The words hung in the air. I looked at her and saw something new in her eyes. Something determined. Something fierce."What do you mean?" I asked.She set down her fork. "I have been thinking. About everything. About how lucky I am. About how much I have. And I want to give back."He looked at her. "Give back how?"She took a deep breath. "I want to start a foundation. For kids like me. Kids who have no one. Kids who are alone and scared and think they will never have a family."I felt my heart swell. "Lily, that is a beautiful idea."She looked at me. "Really? You think so?"I reached over and took her hand. "I think it is the most beautiful idea I have ever heard."She smiled. "I have been thinking about it for months. I just did not know how to bring it up."He set down his coffee. "Tell us more. What do you envision?"She started talking. Her words came fast and passionate. "I want to create a place where
"I cannot believe we are doing this."I was standing in the kitchen. The turkey was in the oven. The table was set. The house smelled like cinnamon and sage and home. My mother was peeling potatoes. Lily was setting out the good china. He was trying to keep Rose and James from destroying the living room.I looked around and felt a wave of gratitude wash over me. "I cannot believe this is our life. I cannot believe we have all of this."My mother looked up from the potatoes. "You deserve it, my darling. You have worked so hard for this."Lily walked over and hugged me. "You deserve it, Mom. You have given us all so much."I hugged her back. "I have given you nothing. You have given me everything."The doorbell rang. Rose ran to the door. "I will get it. I will get it."She opened the door and there stood Elena and her husband. They had a bottle of wine and a plate of cookies."Happy Thanksgiving," Elena said. "We brought cookies."Rose took the cookies. "Thank you. I love cookies."Ele
"I am sixteen today."Lily said it with a smile. A bright, happy smile that lit up her whole face. I looked at her and felt my heart swell. Sixteen years old. My daughter was sixteen years old.I pulled her into a hug. "Happy birthday, my darling. I cannot believe you are sixteen."She hugged me back. "I cannot believe it either. It feels like just yesterday I was walking through that door.""It feels like just yesterday. But also like forever. You have been part of our lives forever."She pulled back and looked at me. "Thank you, Mom. For everything. For giving me a home. For giving me a family. For giving me a life."I touched her face. "You gave me a life too. You gave me a daughter. You gave me joy. You gave me love."She smiled. "I love you, Mom.""I love you too, Lily. More than you will ever know."The house was decorated with balloons and streamers. He had helped the kids set everything up the night before. Rose and James were running around with party hats on their heads."Si
The bond that should have stayed dead was about to drag us both under in the worst way possible.A loud bang on the cell bars jerked me awake. My side still throbbed but the bleeding had slowed. A Shadowfang guard stood there scowling.“Alpha wants you upstairs. Now. Move.”I got up slow, chains ra
The second Ronan slammed the cell door, I knew the real fight was just starting between us.Cold stone pressed against my back as I slumped on the floor of the reinforced cell deep under Shadowfang’s main hall. My side burned from the fresh wound, blood still seeping slow through the rough bandage.
The snow turned red the second our packs slammed together, and the man I killed was there to watch me bleed.Fresh flakes fell heavy as we hit the river clearing. My wolves spread out fast, growls mixing with the rush of water. I gripped my blade tight, already tasting the fight.“Stay tight!” I sh
The mate bond I thought I buried years ago was screaming back to life, and it wanted me dead.I staggered across the border into Stormridge territory with blood pouring down my side. Every step sent fresh fire through the gashes. They would not close. Normal wounds knit up fast for us, but these fe







