LOGINIf you’ve made it this far—thank you. Truly. Whether you read this story in one sitting, saved chapters to come back to later, or followed along from the very beginning, I’m incredibly grateful that you chose to spend your time here, in this world, with these characters.I want you to know your choice to read this book made me very happy; it gave me the motivation to continue working on chapters. I know at some point it seemed long and dragged out, and I hope you were patient enough to see it through to the end.I hope the ending and side stories satisfied and left you feeling positive about the book. Writing this story has been a journey for me. Some scenes came easily, others took more heart than I expected to put on the page, and every comment reminded me why I keep writing. Knowing that these characters meant something to you, that their emotions, struggles, love, and growth resonated, means more than I can properly put into words.If in some way you didn’t like the route I t
/TEN YEARS LATER/I knelt in my garden, careful fingers working through the rose bushes as I clipped away the thorns one by one. The scent of crushed petals clung to the air, sweet and green. Behind me, Rhea rolled across the grass like she had lost a personal war with gravity, dirt smearing her uniform as she laughed to herself.At fifteen, I can confidently say my daughter is a crackhead. Yes, that is the most accurate word I have.Has she ever touched drugs? No. Has she ever landed herself in a hospital bed? Also no. She is annoyingly healthy, with flawless self-healing and endless energy. And yet she behaves like she is permanently wired on something illegal. Loud, fearless, unstoppable.Remy grew up to be her opposite in every way. A gentle soul, soft spoken and painfully shy, just like his aunt. He is deeply introverted now, the kind of boy who wilts in crowded spaces and panics if too many voices overlap. He grew to resent noise when a group of rogues broke into our home when h
/FIVE YEARS LATER/“Why can’t I have it?”“It’s not yours.”I lay on the floor listening to Rhea argue with Remy for the umpteenth time today. Their birthday is in one week, and I’m dreading it because the two of them are perfect at everything, but sharing. Having to explain to them that they’re twins, they share the same birthday, and they threw a tantrum. I have to give them this same explanation every year since they turned two. Last year was an epic disaster. Rhea didn’t want to share a cake with Remy. Remy wanted all the presents, even the ones he did not like. He’s allergic to citrus fruits, but rhea can eat them. I got her an orange-flavored ice cream cake because she weirdly likes that. He threw a fit, shoved his face into the cake, and we had to drive him to the hospital when he stopped breathing and was developing red rashes on his face. He is deadly.... I cannot stress how DEADLY his allergies to anything with citrus are. He practically ruined his and his sister's birth
Every time I’ve been scared in my life aurielle has always been involved.I knew from what I’d learned about my family that not only would marking be dangerous, but childbirth too. It was easier for my mother because she’s an Aldric herself. Though she did have some complications with her first child, yours truly. Aurielle is different.“This is your dick’s fault.”Her hormones have been fine. No moods, a lot of sickness both morning and night.“If you’d kept it to yourself i wouldn’t be pregnant.”She never complains.“Asshole. Goddess, we need to give you a vasectomy.”She doesn't insult me. Or throws things at me. I moved my head, and a pillow slammed into the wall behind me. She’s been nothing but delightful the entire journey. The issue started around the sixth month. Apparently, my children— yeah, they’re mine when they piss off their mother— decided they would use her body as training grounds for their developing powers.Those pups don’t kick her. I wish it were that simple.
/14 WEEKS LATER/“I’m really glad you decided to keep the baby. Not to be creepy, but I’d like to make notes of the birthing process for a golden-eyed wolf. Special wolves always—”Cassiel cleared his throat, cutting off Doctor R’s rant about her wanting to study my pregnancy. She says it’s not creepy during each visit, then proceeds to detail how interesting it would be to write articles about my pregnancy and children. I’ve told her no countless times, but this woman is relentless. She doesn’t know when to stop herself.“Sorry. I know you don’t want me to talk about such things. I really wish you guys would let me invite some students.”“My wife and child are not your science projects. I said no before, don’t make me repeat myself.” He might have said it in a calm tone, but there was a big, shiny threat there that had the doctor pushing her chair farther from where I lay. Eliana was in the room with us, standing behind her brother and peeking at me with worried eyes. You think I’m
“I can’t tell if this is going to be good news for you. You didn’t exactly take the first news well.” Doctor R started, which made me feel uneasy. What was she planning to tell me? That I was sick again.I’d stopped taking the elixir, though my face is now all over the bottle. It’s been sold as medicine to help women facing issues with having children. Things have been good. My honeymoon is over. My luna ceremony went well, the people of the ravager pack accepted me with a few issues, and Eliana is in a relationship with Matthias. That last part is strange and feels like I’m in a fever dream, but it doesn’t bother me. Everything else is going well for me. I had my luna ceremony the week after my honeymoon. It was really beautiful. The ravagers definitely do things differently. There’s alot of blood involved. That’s not why I’m here. I’m here because I had my check-up a week ago and got a call back. Doctor R said it was too important to discuss over the phone. So here I am. In her of







