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
But I buried the rest.I buried Isis’s face. I buried the whispers of our father’s true plan. I buried the child that should never have existed, and the bargain that tied me to this path.Winter gasped softly, her magic faltering. Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes.“Oh, Tyron…” Her voice br
TyronNights had stopped being silent.When the nightmares ripped through me now, I didn’t wake up alone, shaking in the dark with my chest tight and my wolf clawing at me. Winter slipped in quietly at first, like she thought I might throw her out again. I used to. I used to snarl, to tell her to l
TyronI woke to the sound of my own ragged breathing.The room was too quiet, too still. The kind of quiet that gnawed on your nerves rather than soothed them. My pulse was still racing from what I’d seen, my chest heaving like I’d been ripped through fire and dropped back into this cage of a room.
Tyrone POVThe morning after the fair, the packhouse felt heavier. Not tense, exactly, but expectant. I could sense it in the air,something thick, like fog before a storm. The laughter and lights from last night still echoed faintly in the hallways, but the celebration had worn off, leaving a strang







