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
Evelyn"You just had to, didn't you?"The words left my mouth and froze the room in place, but I was already moving past it—turning my back on Hilda and letting the anger sluice off, replaced by the instinct that had kept me alive since Moon Pack, since all of it. Survival meant never standing still
HildaFive years agoIt was always the chair first. The one by the window, with the stuffing leaking out one arm and the grooves from his fingers along the edge, like if he just held on tight enough the world would stop bucking for a minute.Frost sat there every morning, already dressed—button-up s
EvelynI took the stairs up to Ava’s room with the tray balanced perfectly, the same way I used to do it when she was a child—one palm on the bottom, the other at the ready in case of catastrophic spill.The hallway outside her door was cold, shadows undisturbed, the air heavy with old wood polish a
EvelynThomas caught my arm at the pass. He didn’t grip, just rested his palm there, thumb warm against my skin.“You’ve been gone a lot,” he said, voice so low I almost missed it. “I thought you might not come back.”I stared at the floor. The urge to snap at him, to break the tension with sarcasm,







