Mag-log in“Lorien… it’s beautiful,” I whispered, turning to face him.He was watching me, his crimson eyes glowing softly in the dappled sunlight. His long red hair tumbled over his shoulders in loose, tousled waves, and there was something almost shy about the way he smiled at me—a quiet, vulnerable kind of
Lysaa's POV A little while later, after we dropped the kids off with Kamrynn (and made sure she knew where we kept the fire extinguishers), Lorien led me outside to the open field behind our home.“Are we walking somewhere?” I asked, curious.“Not exactly,” he said, flashing me a grin.Before I cou
There was so much glitter.“Princess Violet, do you take this humble knight to be your devoted protector?” Eina’s voice was sweet and melodic as she twirled a plastic tiara between her tiny claws. She and Violet had set up a tea party in the middle of the living room—a tea party that had apparently
Lysaa's POV No one tells you how hard it is to raise dragon hybrids.Not that there’s a manual for it, anyway. But even if there were, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t have covered what it felt like to lay five eggs, the agonizing weeks of incubation, and the terrifying wait to see if they’d all hatch s
“What the hell, dude?” he asked, squinting at her like she had just betrayed him. “We had a deal.”Arabella, blissfully unaware of the high treason she had just committed, let out a delighted squeal and reached for his face, grabbing at his nose with her chubby fingers.I couldn’t hold it in any lon
Kamrynn's POV Seven months had passed since the mating and Luna ceremonies, and life in the Obsidian Pack had transformed in ways I could hardly have imagined. What once had been a struggling, cursed pack with a heavy heart and dark future was now thriving in every possible way.Under Calvin’s lead
Corvis smirked triumphantly. “Wise choice,” he said, gesturing for his men to drag Xoria away.Her husband’s voice broke as he called after her. “Xoria! Don’t leave with him!”She turned her tear-streaked face to her husband, her voice cracking. “Take care of our son and my mother. Please… be strong
"You’re doing well," Aryna said, her voice steady and reassuring. "Now open the door and call for help."Gritting my teeth, I wrenched the door open and leaned against the frame. "Help!" I screamed, my voice cracking. "Someone, please help me!"The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway,
Xoria touched his arm, her expression solemn. “I’ll pray your family stays safe. You’ve done more for me than I can ever repay.”He nodded, motioning for her to follow him. Together, they slipped into the shadows, moving toward the forest at the edge of the Pack’s territory.But as they neared freed
Calvin's POV I took Franklin's advice and called a Pack meeting to address the situation.The hall was packed to capacity, the air thick with tension and desperation. Every face that turned toward me carried a mixture of anger, exhaustion, and hollowed-out hope. I stood on the raised dais, my gaze







