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—
His stare wasn’t lecherous or hostile. It was assessing. Quietly intense. Like he was trying to place her—like she was a song he’d heard before but couldn’t quite recall. His chalice remained untouched. The cards long forgotten. “Where are you from?” he asked, voice soft but weighted. Kaelani hes
The words echoed like a curse in her mind. Unseelie Court. That’s what Garrick had called it. That’s what he’d said her mother was—a dark fae of the Unseelie Court. Kaelani’s heart pounded, but the rhythm was hollow, stunned, as her legs moved of their own accord, flanked by six spear-wielding wa
A sharp jab to her ribs snapped Kaelani out of unconsciousness. She gasped, body lurching upright as her eyes flew open—only to be met with a flash of steel and light. A half-dozen spearheads, glowing with crackling energy, hovered inches from her face. She sat up instinctively—and instantly regr
A war cry ripped from her throat—raw, primal, the sound of a woman who would not be taken. And the power beyond the veil answered her call. With a crack that shook the ground, a massive tree branch swung down like a divine hammer, slamming into Elara mid-leap. The impact was brutal. A yelp—sharp







