Mag-log in"How much longer?" "However long it takes. Could—could be months. Could be years. Depends—depends on how long it takes—takes to destroy Hope. To prove—prove to Caden he made—made mistake. To get what—what should have been mine from—from the beginning." I hung up. Ignored—ignored Mara's subsequen
The Next Generation Emily pov I sat in the coffee shop three states away from Crescent Moon, watching the news report on my phone with absolute satisfaction. *"Emily Blackwood remains in maximum security supernatural isolation facility following continued harassment of mated wolves. Facility
He stared at me. Processing. "You—you asked Cas to murder Emily? Hope, that's—that's not—you're not—" "I'm not a murderer. But Caden—I wanted to be. For a moment—moment I really wanted Emily dead. Wanted—wanted permanent solution instead of living with—with constant fear of her private obsession.
"I don't care about being hero or villain! I care about—about my family! My pup! My relationship with—with Caden that Emily's ruining even from—from complete isolation! If killing her makes me—me villain, fine! Better villain with happy family than—than victim with destroyed mate bond!" "Hope, lis
The Next Generation Hope pov I sat on the couch in our home, sixteen weeks pregnant, tears streaming down my face after the worst argument Caden and I had ever had. All because of Emily. Always because of Emily. Even in complete isolation, even unable to send messages, even silenced—Emily w
Then—then silence. No more messages. The facility had—had found all of Emily's recruited staff. Had—had shut down her network completely. But Emily's final message echoed. Her—her certainty that silence was—was worse than messages. That private belief—belief in karma was stronger than—than communi
"That's not much of a choice," I pointed out. "It's more choice than she gave any of you when she told hunters about Grace's birth." His voice hardened. "Jeremy, Emma, I understand you want justice. Want punishment. But right now, you need tactical advantage more. Let's use Dr. Chen to destroy the
I found him in human form, bleeding from multiple wounds, three mercenaries circling him like sharks. He'd shifted back—never a good sign. Meant he was too injured to maintain wolf form. Rage exploded through me. My wolf surged forward with protective fury. These bastards had hurt my father. My Al
"I know. I'm done making that mistake." I paused. "Dad, I slept for twenty hours yesterday. My body literally shut down. That's not going to happen again." "How can I be sure?" "Because Emma will kill me if it does," I said, only half-joking. "She made it very clear—if I go back to those pattern
Marcus came out of nowhere. A blur of brown fur slamming into the leader from the side. Father and daughter. Protecting each other. They rolled, savage and desperate. Marcus was good—Beta for a reason—but the leader was better. More experienced. More brutal. I reached them and dove in, three wol







