MasukAnd every single person was walking.Everyone. The men from my truck, from all the trucks, and beyond them more, spilling out of side streets and doorways, hundreds, then more than I could count, every one of them moving the same way at the same slow even pace toward the blue light, and not one of t
SofiaThe thing nobody tells you about stowing away in the back of a wolf's supply truck is that wolves do not believe in shock absorbers.I'd been folded between a crate that smelled like gun oil and a stack of canvas duffels for going on four hours, knees up under my chin, one hand knotted around
AvaI came back into my own body the way you come up from under cold water. All at once, lungs grabbing, except the water was me, and I'd been drowning in myself longer than I knew.For a second there was no up. Too much arrived at once. After the white nothing of the place with Catherine, the world
"Alexander."My name, in the low voice, gone thin at the edges now. A command. Come. Hold the vessel. Put your hands on it and hold it still.The wall in my chest told my feet to move. A year of habit told them to move. I took one step up toward the seat. My body did it the way my body did everythin
AlexanderI had spent my whole life learning to read the exact moment a thing breaks, and the goddess wearing my bride was beginning to break, and I could not turn my head to look at her.That was the cruelty of the wall she'd built in me. It let me see everything and touch nothing. I stood where sh
"Ava." I said it out loud, to a concrete wall, and it came apart in my mouth. "I've got you. I'm here. I've got you, baby. I've got you."She couldn't hear the words. She never could. But she could feel a hand close around her in the dark, the way I'd once felt hers close around me from a hundred mi
AvaShe shook her head fast, like clearing it. "Oh. Yes. Of course." Cleared her throat. "I'm fine."I nodded.She looked around the garden, then back at me still standing there with the plant between my fingers. "Do you... do you come here often?"I stared at the leaf. Had to be gentle with it or i
ColeThe kitchen was cold, the air smelling of damp stone and the faint, bitter scent of the tea Marina was brewing. I stood by the counter, my arms crossed, watching the steam rise in thin, ghost-like ribbons."He's using them, Marina," I said, the words feeling heavy. "The Western Packs. He’s send
Hey everyone,I owe you an apology. Updates have been slow lately and I'm sorry for that. I wish I had a better excuse, but honestly? My brain has decided to take a vacation without telling me. I'm running on coffee and God's mercies at this point.I won't be able to update today either, and that su
Robin“You just started a war. You’re aware of that, right?”Levi’s voice was like a scalpel—precise, cold, and meant to draw blood. He was standing by the window of the Moon Pack’s main hall, his back to the moonlight, staring at me with that analytical intensity he’d inherited from God knows where







