LOGIN“I think I’ve heard enough.” But Garrick didn’t stop. “When you turned eighteen… and you were still wolfless,” he said, the confession weighing in his voice, “I’ll admit… I used that.” He dragged a hand over his face. “For my own benefit. And for yours.” He shifted slightly, like the words them
Her gaze flicked back to him. “Couldn’t use all that money of yours to get something a little more… upscale?” Garrick let out a faint breath, his attention following hers as he looked around the cell. “My family cut me off,” he said. “Completely.” His jaw tightened slightly. “They’re my only ti
The cell held the kind of darkness that never fully lifted, even when the lights came on. It smelled old—damp stone, rust, something faintly sour like mildew that had settled deep into the walls over time. The air felt stale, unmoving, as if it had been trapped there too long. Somewhere beyond the
Her grip tightened slightly. “And that was before you came to me in my dream.” Tessa’s eyes searched hers, steady, certain. “Kae… believe it or not, I always knew you were… different.” A faint smile touched her lips. “I mean, I didn’t think supernatural different—but this?” she huffed a quiet b
“After a while, they just… closed it down.” She let the silence sit for a second before finishing. “I tried to get a loan to save it,” she added, quieter now. “But I was denied… didn’t make enough.” A small, apologetic breath. Her eyes softened, guilt threading through her voice. “I’m sorry.”
Kaelani reappeared in the entryway of her home. It was night. Quiet. Still. But the darkness didn’t feel unfamiliar anymore. It didn’t press in. Didn’t suffocate. It settled around her—familiar, almost comforting. The shadows seemed to embrace her, welcoming her back as if she had never left—
Garrick was on the threshold of sleep—hovering between shallow awareness and the slow descent into dreams. And Kaelani… was drifting straight toward him. She stepped into Garrick’s dream. The transition was seamless—a slow bleed from the dark veil of thought into something heavier, thicker. She e
Four fae women waited within. Each of them turned as Draevyn entered, their faces brightening with a too-eager kind of reverence. One even dipped her head slightly, lips parting in a smile that bordered on adoration—or perhaps even lust. But when their gazes flicked to Kaelani, the temperature drop
The corridor pulsed like a heartbeat around him—dark, endless, alive. The walls wept black liquid. Shadows moved like insects beneath his skin. Still, he ran. The sound grew louder—slick, rhythmic, shameless. He didn’t think. Didn’t breathe. Julian reached the door and didn’t hesitate. He kicked
Julian didn’t look up. He fed another twig into the fire, watching it catch. “We need to stay sharp,” he murmured. “Lazarus wasn’t exactly sure what happens on the bridge.” He sat back on his heels, eyes narrowing at the thought. “Said not many have made it across… and if they did, they didn’t co







