LOGINAvaThe first thing I heard was a low, tired voice, reading words I couldn't quite catch yet. My body felt heavy under the sheets, pinning me to the bed. I could hear the steady rasp of my own breathing. My open eyes blinked dryly in the dim light.I opened my eyes wider. A small, pale room with a c
AvaDad let go of the shackle and sat back, his face relaxing from the concentration. He was quiet for a long moment. Then his eyes met mine."Baby," he said gently, "do you want to know what happened?"Something in his tone made my chest tighten. I had a feeling that this was a truth I wasn't ready
AvaHe stepped out of the blackness, edging closer, until I could finally see him. Unbelievable. He was so young, the age he was when...when he died. His warm brown eyes, both of them, looked at me with a fond smile.I stared, my mouth hanging open, unable to make a sound. My dad. Standing in front
LeviI settled into the chair by her bed and took her hand in mine, rubbing my thumb over the back of it. "Hey, Ava. It's Levi," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I just talked to Sofia. We had some things to say to each other."I sat there, rubbing her hand, trying to find the words Maya and
LeviI sat with my father in his room, a week after Hilda's funeral. Some families had already packed up and left the pack after becoming human. Others had stayed, unsure of where else to go.My father wheezed beside me, the hiss of his oxygen tank an ever-present sound now. He was thinner, frail, h
MayaI zipped Sofia's dress as best I could with my good hand. The collar was tricky. I fiddled clumsily with the small metal fastening. "There, perfect," I said, releasing the dress and stepping back.Sofia blinked hard at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was pulled back in a neat bun. The dr
Sofia"Let's go,"The moment we stepped into the hallway, I could feel the shift in Hilda. Her shoulders were rigid, her hands balled into fists at her sides. The frustration poured off her in waves—not at Robin, but at the situation, at Evelyn, at fifteen years of walls she couldn't break through.
AvaIf the main house was a museum, then Sofia’s closet was the warehouse where they kept all the priceless art too scandalous for public display. The room was huge—three walls of glass shelving and open racks, the floor blanketed in Turkish rugs, and a faint, impossible scent of vanilla and leather
LeviThe white wolf’s face hovered inches from mine, her teeth slick with saliva and blood, the heat of her breath cutting through the cold like a hand across my mouth. My back was mashed into the torn-up loam, shoulder blades grinding against rock, and I could feel every granular press of her paws
She snorted, short and hard. “She passed out, Levi. You watched her melt down and didn’t lift a finger. I had to stand there and watch her break all over again, and you didn’t even blink.”I shrugged, bored now. “You underestimate her. She’s tougher than you remember. Also, she’s an adult. Isn’t tha







