LOGINAvaThe first thing I heard was a low, tired voice, reading words I couldn't quite catch yet. My body felt heavy under the sheets, pinning me to the bed. I could hear the steady rasp of my own breathing. My open eyes blinked dryly in the dim light.I opened my eyes wider. A small, pale room with a c
AvaDad let go of the shackle and sat back, his face relaxing from the concentration. He was quiet for a long moment. Then his eyes met mine."Baby," he said gently, "do you want to know what happened?"Something in his tone made my chest tighten. I had a feeling that this was a truth I wasn't ready
AvaHe stepped out of the blackness, edging closer, until I could finally see him. Unbelievable. He was so young, the age he was when...when he died. His warm brown eyes, both of them, looked at me with a fond smile.I stared, my mouth hanging open, unable to make a sound. My dad. Standing in front
LeviI settled into the chair by her bed and took her hand in mine, rubbing my thumb over the back of it. "Hey, Ava. It's Levi," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I just talked to Sofia. We had some things to say to each other."I sat there, rubbing her hand, trying to find the words Maya and
LeviI sat with my father in his room, a week after Hilda's funeral. Some families had already packed up and left the pack after becoming human. Others had stayed, unsure of where else to go.My father wheezed beside me, the hiss of his oxygen tank an ever-present sound now. He was thinner, frail, h
MayaI zipped Sofia's dress as best I could with my good hand. The collar was tricky. I fiddled clumsily with the small metal fastening. "There, perfect," I said, releasing the dress and stepping back.Sofia blinked hard at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was pulled back in a neat bun. The dr
That ugly scowl flickered across Ava’s face again. Every time Hilda spoke, it was like a physical irritation to the entity.“I have been called many names across the centuries,” Selene said, her voice dropping an octave. “Just as I told Ava... but Selene is the one that seems to stick. The one they
AlexanderWe walked back through the corridors in silence. My neck ached where it had snapped—phantom pain, or my body remembering what dying felt like. The guards we passed kept their eyes down.I cleared my throat. "I'm glad you put that hunter in her place." My voice came out steadier than I felt
AvaI hit the ground and for a split second there was nothing — no sound, no thought, no sense of where I was — just a blank white gap where I thought maybe I’d finally died.Then it hit.It ripped through my spine and crushed into my ribs, punching the breath straight out of my lungs and dragging a
EvelynAlexander sat.Just like that. A man who had built an empire on violence and pride, a man who had never bowed to anyone in his life, folded into his seat like a scolded child. The air in the room didn’t just feel heavy; it felt occupied, like the oxygen had been replaced by something thicker,







