MasukHey 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
AvaFalco led me past the fountain toward the back corner of the garden where the hedges grew wild and thick. Nobody came back here much—the groundskeeper mostly left it alone, said something about it being good for the birds. Made it private, though. I could still hear voices from the house but the
Maya wiggled her right fingers, watched the tremor. Then she let her hand drop back to the blanket.“Where’s Ava?”That was the word. The one she’d said when she woke up, when she first blinked back to life. It came out flat, more exhale than question.It was also the first thing she’d said to me si
EvelynI hadn't slept. The clock on the wall said 6:47 AM and I was still sitting in my study staring at paperwork I hadn't read a single word of. The numbers blurred together, meaningless.Footsteps came down the hall. Too fast, too frantic.The door burst open. Sofia, still in pajamas, Maya right
HildaBy the third try, my knuckles should have stopped stinging, but the ache only got worse. I rested my fist against the painted wood and rapped again, sharper, letting the echo do whatever guilt-tripping it pleased.No answer. Not even a creak.I rolled my shoulders, glanced left and right, then







