로그인Hey 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
EvelynI kept to the edge of the patio, arms folded and mug balanced in the crook of my elbow, trying to look like a parent chaperoning recess and not a scientist observing a controlled detonation.Thomas had taken over. He always did, eventually. It was a relief, in a way, to be on the sidelines, w
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
She looked up then, eyes shining with tears she’d been holding back since before I even entered the room. The color of them caught me—whiskey brown, the same as always, but sharper, too, cut with something new and wild.I didn’t wait. I stepped forward and hugged her, one arm behind her head, the ot
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,







