LOGINKiki—-I didn’t realize how long we had been sitting there until the sun shifted again and the light softened around us, wrapping everything in this calm glow that made the moment feel even more unreal than it already was, because nothing about my life has been calm lately and yet here I was sitting on the ground with two kids wrapped around me like I was their whole world, while Luca stood nearby looking like he belonged in the picture.It felt too easy.And that alone should have been enough to make me suspicious.But I didn’t move.I didn’t pull away.I just stayed there, letting Jane play with my fingers while Joe leaned quietly against my side, his small weight grounding me in a way I didn’t expect.“You’re smiling,” Jane said suddenly, looking up at me with a proud expression like she just discovered something important.I blinked.“I am?” I asked.She nodded.“Yeah,” she said. “You look happy.”That word again.Happy.It feels strange hearing it attached to me now, like it bel
Kiki—-After the phone call I just felt mentally drained, and I hope for a little peace of mind.After everything that has happened in the past few weeks that was the only thing I needed to face my past again, if there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s that calm moments don’t last long around me, they come quietly and leave violently, and most times I don’t even notice them until they are already gone.I stepped out into the open space behind the pack house, the air cool against my skin, the sun sitting low like it didn’t want to fully commit to the day, and for once my mind was not racing with plans or anger or questions I don’t have answers to yet.For once…I was just breathing.“Auntie Kiki!”That voice.That tiny, excited, full of life voice that somehow still carried so much light even after everything those kids have been through.I didn’t even think.I turned immediately.And there she was.Jane. Running toward me like the world had not broken her yet, like pain had not touched
Kiki—-It’s been two days.Two whole days of me thinking about this, going back and forth in my head, picking it up, dropping it, convincing myself to do it, then immediately talking myself out of it like I don’t have sense.Because calling Dan… That’s not something I do casually.Not after everything. Not after the marriage. Not after the way things ended. Not after the way my life flipped upside down and left me standing in a place I don’t even recognize anymore.But still…Here I am.Sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone like it personally offended me, my thumb hovering over his number like the moment I press it, something irreversible is going to happen.“Just do it,” my wolf said calmly.I exhaled slowly.“I know,” I muttered.Because she’s right. Dragging it out is not going to help. Avoiding it is not going to change anything.If Dan really has answers…Then I need to face him.Not as his ex.Not as someone emotional.But as someone who needs the truth.Simple.I
Dan—-I’ve investigated, asked questions, sent people out. I’ve turned this pack upside down trying to find answers.And still…Nothing. Not a single solid lead on who sent those people to attack my pack.Not one name. Not one face. Not even a rumor I can hold onto. Just silence. And that alone is enough to piss me off more than anything else, because I don’t lose control like this, I don’t sit around guessing while my people are dying, and yet here I am stuck in the middle of something I can’t see clearly.I ran a hand through my hair as I paced inside my office, my jaw tight and my mind going over the same thoughts again and again like something would suddenly change.It didn’t.And the worst part?That psycho. The one person who started all this with me. The one who promised revenge. The one who claimed he had everything under control.He’s not picking my calls anymore. I picked up my phone again, staring at the screen like it offended me personally, then dialed the number for the
Luca—-“Wait a second…”I stopped mid-step, turning sharply toward Kingsley as something clicked in my head so suddenly it almost pissed me off that I didn’t think of it earlier.“Wasn’t there a phone brought along with them when our warriors dragged those two idiots in from the human world?” I asked, my voice tight with urgency.Kingsley paused, his brows pulling together slightly as he replayed it in his head.“Yeah,” he said slowly. “There was.”I didn’t waste another second.“Go get it,” I said immediately.He didn’t argue. Didn’t question it. He just turned and walked out fast, his steps quick and purposeful because at this point we both knew that whatever those men refused to say out loud might still be sitting quietly in their pockets.And if there is one thing I trust more than a broken man…It’s data.Because data doesn’t feel pain.Data doesn’t stay loyal.Data tells the truth whether you like it or not.I ran a hand through my hair as I started pacing the room, my mind alr
Luca—- I shoved the knife straight into his chest again, my hand steady but my mind anything but calm, because at this point it doesn’t even feel like I’m trying to get answers anymore, it feels like I’m fighting against something I don’t understand, something that refuses to break no matter how hard I push.Blood spread slowly through his shirt, dark and thick, and still…Nothing.No scream.No begging.No words.Just that same blank look in his eyes like he checked out of this world before I even started.“This doesn’t make any fucking sense,” I muttered under my breath, pulling the knife out slowly as frustration burned through me.Two days.Two full days since Kingsley and I found them.Two days of torture.Two days of breaking bones, tearing flesh, digging into their minds, pushing past every barrier they had.And still…Nothing.No names.No orders.No fear.It’s not normal. Not even close. Because everyone breaks. Everyone. There is always a point where the body gives up, whe
LUCA —- The moment I reached the private airstrip with my mate in my arms, the tension inside me tightened like a knot ready to snap. The moonlight hit the sleek black jet waiting on standby and right beside it stood Kingsley arms crossed with his jaw locked, his eyes sharp like he’d been pacing
LUCA —- “Miscarriage?” Kingsley’s voice cracked through the cabin like glass breaking. I didn’t have to look at him to know his face had gone pale. “She… she was pregnant?” I didn’t answer at first. I just felt the heat in my chest coil tighter with every second. Rage. Frustration. Helplessnes
LUCA —- The second the jet’s wheels hit the runway, my whole body tensed like I’d been holding my breath for hours. Maybe I had. The engines whined, and all I could think about was the barely-there rise and fall of her chest against mine. Kiki felt weightless in my arms, and not in the romantic
LUCA —- Stella’s words were still hanging in the air like they were glued to the damn walls. Her voice kept replaying in my head, soft and shaky, the kind of tone people only use when they’re talking about something that already hurts. If anything happens to her… Yeah. I didn’t want to think abo







