MasukHey 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
SofiaThe knock wasn’t like Reed’s. It had an edge—three, then four, then one more, all of them spaced with the kind of impatience you only got from people who’d spent their lives having keys to every room and never needed to wait for an answer.I looked at Ava. Her hands jerked to her knees; her fa
SofiaBy five o’clock, the sun was already dead and the room felt colder, maybe from the light, maybe just from habit. I’d started prepping early—laid out the clean gloves, made a mental tally of Maya’s supply levels, tossed her old urine bag because it was getting funky and I refused to let the roo
SofiaI looked back at Ava. Her body was locked, head down, hood up, but I caught the brief, desperate eye flick: please don’t make me.I turned back to Jennifer. “Of course.” I kept my voice gentle, giving Ava time. “Ava? Would you mind coming to the door for a moment?”There was a long, brittle pa
I tried to remember the last thing that had happened.I remembered the party. The greenhouse, and all those people. Seeing her—Miss Hilda—across the crowd. The flash of her hair, the way the world pitched sideways, the static roar in my ears.I remembered running, wind in my face, legs burning as I







