LOGINThe sensation was indescribable—like finding a piece of myself I hadn’t known was missing, like coming home after a lifetime of wandering.I grinned up at Nicholas, feeling almost impish with the secret I’d kept for so long.His mouth hung open, shock written across his features. “You knew,” he said
Kayla“One more push!” the doctor’s voice barely registered through the haze of pain that had consumed me for the past sixteen hours. “I can see the head, Kayla. One more big push!”Nicholas gripped my hand, his other arm supporting my back as I leaned forward. I was beyond exhaustion, beyond pain,
There was Emma, fierce and loyal despite everything she’d been through, slowly healing from her injuries with her brother’s unwavering support. Marcus, who’d practically raised his sister from childhood and would do anything to protect those he cared about, including us.Noah, with his gentle demean
Kayla“She’s going to get what she deserves. Today,” Emma said, drumming her fingers against the armrest of her wheelchair. It was the third time she’d said it in the last half hour, but none of us called her on it. We were all tense.We stood outside the guild hall in a loose circle, our faces grim
“What did you do with her?”“She’s locked up in Nightshade’s prison for now,” Nicholas said grimly. “I’m going to speak to the guild to decide her fate.”I shivered. I couldn’t believe it, and yet… Somehow, I could. Because Isabella had done so much worse. This was just the cherry on top.My thought
KaylaLight filtered through my eyelids, hazy and blurred. Everything felt heavy. Sore. But alive.The first thing I saw was Nicholas hunched over me, clutching me so tightly I could barely breathe.“Kayla,” he murmured against my throat. “Kayla, please come back…”My shaky hand came up, my fingers
I wanted, of course, to believe it was the latter. I trusted him. Or so I thought.Morning came too quickly and not quickly enough, and the drive to Bluemoon territory passed in a blur. I clutched the small bag containing the antidote in my palm, terrified of losing it, of dropping it, of watching i
NicholasMy eyes were bleary by the time I ripped my eyes away from the pile of paperwork on my desk and glanced at the clock. 3:24 AM. Fuck. I needed to get to bed.With a heavy sigh, I pushed away from my desk and stood, stretching my stiff muscles. The thought of Kayla’s warm body pressed against
Henry’s eyes softened. “Listen to me. Those people know nothing about you, nothing about Nicholas, and certainly nothing about what makes a good Luna. You’ve led Bluemoon through its darkest days. Your mother and father would be proud of you.”“But a Luna’s duty—”“Is to serve her pack,” Henry cut m
KaylaI scrolled through the comments on the article, my heart breaking over and over with each swipe of my thumb. I knew I shouldn’t look, but I couldn’t help it; the article had been scathing, every detail of my early pregnancy already out within mere hours of the doctor’s visit. Someone must have







