LOGINHis voice was soft when he asked, “Are you mad at Daddy?”My breath caught.I didn’t answer right away. I just held him tighter, brushing my lips against the top of his head, breathing in the familiar scent of shampoo and dreams.“No, baby,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. “Just sad
ELENAHe said it. Just like that."Because I was a coward."And for a moment, I didn’t breathe. Didn’t blink. I just stared at him, this towering Alpha, folded in on himself like the weight of everything he’d done was finally more than he could bear.It wasn’t what I expected. It wasn’t defensive. I
DEREKI was more nervous than I had ever been in my entire life.And that included some truly horrible moments. Moments when life and death had been in the balance.Worse than when Aiden had been in the hospital, his little body limp and pale against white sheets, machines screaming at me that I mig
ELENA"I’m strong enough to travel," I said.The words came out firmer than I expected. My voice still felt like it didn’t quite belong to me—too quiet, too dry—but I forced strength into it anyway.My mother narrowed her eyes at me across the hospital room, arms folded, posture stiff with tension.
ELENAThe first thing I felt was cold.Not the kind of cold that settled into your bones. Not the chill of snow or wind. It was sterile, dry, antiseptic. The kind of cold that came from machines humming, filtered air, fluorescent lights. A hospital.I blinked slowly, and the world came into focus in
DEREKToday was going well.Which, lately, felt like a miracle.The meeting room was warm with early sunlight, and the Stormfang delegation finally looked less like they wanted to skin me and more like they might—possibly—listen. The Icelandic pack had been guarded since our arrival, especially with
I forced a small laugh. “Guess not.”Pierce folded himself into the chair beside mine with an easy grace, like he had all the time in the world. “You and your son from back East? Moonstone territory?”I nodded slowly. “That’s right.”“Beautiful pack lands. Dense woods. Clean air. I passed through on
DEREKThe table in front of me was covered in ash-streaked plastic sleeves, each one holding a piece of what was pulled from the oil drum.Burned edges. Charred ink. Some were just scraps. Others still had enough legible text to make your blood run cold.Brock stood beside me, flipping slowly throug
ELENAThe door creaked open, and I nearly choked on the fear that rose in my throat.I didn’t move from where I stood next to the cot, Aiden was just next to me, his body limp and convincingly still. The metal vent above us swung open just a hair—barely noticeable unless you were looking for it.Pie
My mother sipped her coffee, watching me over the rim of her mug.“He was a good Alpha,” she said. “Not a perfect man. But a good one. And he trusted his instincts. Even when they made things harder.”I nodded again, chewing my bite of bacon without tasting it.“I think he would’ve hated this rogue







