LOGINTyrone That was all it took to go from the life I used to have… to the one I had fought like hell to earn back.And I would fight for it again if I had to.Every single time.“Dad! Dad! Mommy! Mommy!”Ayila’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts as she jumped up and down next to me, her little hands
Tyrone I stood at the edge of the auditorium, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my jacket, trying to keep them from shaking. My heart was beating harder than it ever had in any fight, any battle, any patrol I had ever done. And that was saying something, because I’d faced death more times th
“I don’t know how you do it,” I said softly, watching them. “She’s… she’s so full of life. So… fearless.”Tyron glanced at me, smiling gently. “She is. And she’s lucky. Because she has two people who… who would fight the world for her.”My chest tightened. I wanted to believe that, to feel safe with
WinterThe morning light spilled through the tall windows of my aunt and uncle’s mansion, painting the polished floors with gold streaks. I sat at the small breakfast nook with a steaming mug of coffee in my hands, listening to the soft sounds of Ayila’s tiny laughter echoing from the living room.T
Tyrone I know,” I whispered, the weight of my confession pressing down. “I know I failed you. I know I can’t take back what I did. I can’t… I can’t undo the deaths, the betrayal, the pain I caused. But I swear to you..every day since then, I’ve been trying. Trying to rebuild… trying to be worthy of
Tyrone The mansion was quiet except for the hum of the city outside. I stood in the doorway of the living room, hands fisted at my sides, heart hammering so hard I thought it would shatter my ribs. She was sitting on the edge of the sofa, her legs crossed, arms folded, eyes distant...watching the s
Zander's POV The moon was high, silver light spilling across the forest like a blessing I didn’t feel worthy to claim tonight. From my office window, I could see the treeline, the place where the wards shimmered faintly against the dark. We’d kept the pack safe for decades—through wars, through fam
My stomach twisted. “I didn’t know,” I said, quieter now. “I’m… sorry.”The silence stretched again. But this time, it wasn’t that heavy, suffocating kind. It felt… unfinished. Like we were both waiting for something else.Then I had an idea.“I’m going to unlock one of your chains,” I said carefull
The walls were too white. Too pristine. Too silent.I paced like a caged animal in the room my father called my "safe space." Safe, my ass. It was a cell—complete with invisible bars made of spellwork I didn’t recognize.My fingertips burned from where I’d clawed at the edge of the barrier near the
Tyron's POV The sting’s still there.Not sharp anymore—more like a ghost of pain gnawing behind my ribs, quiet, patient, waiting to remind me it’s not finished with me yet.Wolfsbane never really leaves you. Not all at once. It lingers in the blood, curls into the bone. You can feel it even when yo







