LOGINEvelynTwo Years LaterThe gardens outside the palace were alive with late-spring blossoms, their perfume carried on a gentle breeze to fill my nose, as my daughter’s laughter, bright and bubbling, carried across the lawn. I watched her reemerge into view, weaving through the rose bushes as she chas
Evelyn The throne room of my father’s palace had never looked so magnificent. Banners in silver and deep royal blue draped from the vaulted ceilings, fine designs embroidered into every piece of fabric. Torches burned in golden sconces, their flames reflected in polished marble floors. The air carr
Logan Two Months LaterThe room was awash with candlelight from the hundreds of candles lining the space. They collectively cast their amber glow on the stone walls, giving our surroundings a soft appearance.Laughter and music poured through the air, filling every corner with celebration. Tonight
LoganThe tavern was alive with laughter. It felt like everyone else there had something to celebrate as well.Around us floated the sound of clinking glasses and the scent of roasted meats wafting through the air. The scene was incredibly jovial and a far cry from the war councils and court politi
“He loves her,” I said quietly, though the words sounded fragile echoing against the empty walls of the throne room. “And you would punish him for it.”“Love is only worth so much,” my father said, the warmth of a moment ago gone. His eyes hardened. “A ruler must make decisions based on what is best
EvelynThe throne room always felt too large. It had been so long since I had been inside the vast, sprawling space, and even then, it had been filled with others for my brother’s princely coronation ceremony when he was fourteen. But now it was just us, my father and I. There weren’t even guards in
( Logan’s POV)“What are you doing here?” I bark the words before I can stop myself. My voice comes out harsher than I intend, edged with surprise and something else I don’t want to name.Evelyn doesn’t flinch. Her tone is cold and clipped, like polished steel. “I’m the manager of the camp hospital
( Evelyn's POV) I can feel him, and so does everyone else. The air shifts—heavy, thick with an energy that makes my skin tingle. There’s no mistaking it.It’s the wolf. His presence fills the room, stirs the air, and every instinct in me screams to run.But it’s too late. He’s already there, closin
LoganThe scent of blood hung thick in the air, coppery and sharp. My wolf strained at the edge of my control, barely leashed beneath the surface, as I led the Gamma unit across the battlefield. The rogues came at us with reckless abandon, snarling ferociously, but we met them with precision, discip
“Can you explain six hundred thousand misspent and missing funding to this military hospital?”He squares his shoulders, flips through the first pages of the report.“Page eighteen.”He turns to the page, inhales deeply, but never once looks up to meet the fury in my eyes.“Whose account is that, Ma







