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're not supposed to be here."Ava stood at the garden entrance. Her thin nightgown caught the pink light of sunrise, bare feet dirty from walking across the grounds. Her dark hair hung in tangles around a face that was far too serious for a five-year-old.Time stopped. My baby. My own bab
EvelynEvening found me in Susan's chambers, preparing her medication. The ornate bedroom was a monument to excess—silk draperies, crystal chandeliers, imported furniture that probably cost more than a year's salary for most pack members. None of it held any warmth, any personality. Just expensive e
EvelynSeven o'clock. I stood outside the Alpha's private dining room, my palm pressed flat against the carved oak door. The dress I'd chosen was meant to be plain—a dark navy sheath that hung straight from my shoulders. But my body had other ideas. The fabric clung to curves I couldn't hide, the ne
Ava watched intently as I worked, her small face serious. She showed none of the squeamishness I would expect from a five-year-old examining a dead animal. Instead, she observed with clinical detachment that reminded me painfully of myself."Can I touch it?" she asked."Better not. We don't know wha







