LOGINHey everyone,I know it’s been a while, and I’ve seen your messages and comments asking about the story. I just want to say I truly appreciate your patience.I had to step away for a bit to handle something very personal, but please know I haven’t forgotten about this book, not for a second. We’re s
"And do you know what's going to happen to them all if you do nothing?"I knew."They'll all die." Catherine's voice was flat. "They'll die without knowing what hit them. Right now, your mother possibly doesn't even know what she's doing. Neither does the vast amount of wolves Selene is calling. The
AvaI was staring at Catherine like she'd just said something so outrageous I needed her to repeat it just to make sure I'd heard correctly.But I had heard it.She'd told me I would have to consume the baby in her arms.What was that even supposed to mean?"I don't..." I stuttered. "I don't underst
She looked away, staring at something I couldn't see. "I wanted to handle it myself. Hell, I didn't want to handle it at all. All I wanted was to die. But Selene had other plans. She set me up for round two. Except it wasn't even a proper resurrection. Just dumped me here to rot. I can barely do any
It reminded me of something peaceful.Just... peaceful.Like all the chaos and fear and confusion of the last however long just didn't matter when I looked at those shifting brown eyes.I looked back at Grandma. "What do you mean?"She paced. Three steps away. Three steps back. Her movements tight a
AvaI was running. The baby in my arms. My feet pounding against something that might have been floor but wasn't anymore.Then I was falling.Not down exactly. Through. The white space opening up beneath me like a mouth. My momentum carrying me forward even as the ground disappeared. The baby slippi
AvaI spent the rest of the day on my back, the way a beetle dies—arms and legs twisted, face pointed at the ceiling, unable to move unless I made myself. The light came through the blackout curtain in a single, sharp line and traced its way from my left foot up to my collarbone. I could feel it, bu
AvaThe duffel bag came out of my closet easier than expected. I'd shoved it behind winter coats and forgotten about it. This was even before I went to school. Navy blue, fraying at one corner, the zipper sticky but functional.I threw in jeans without counting. Three shirts, maybe four. Underwear.
EvelynThe sound of my daughter’s scream cracked down the hallway, and then the only thing left was the silence. Even the machines seemed to pause for it.I watched the digital pulse rolling steady over Thomas’s shoulder, still green, still regular, still alive. But it felt borrowed—like the numbers
“Let him,” I said. “It’s not an airway issue.”He coughed again, the sound lower, more like a plea. Blood flecked his chin and the hollow of his neck, trailing into the blue veins that now mapped his entire upper body. He looked drowned.I eased a hand behind his shoulders, propping him up so the bl







