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
I rushed toward my mother, my heart slamming so hard against my ribs it actually hurt.What are they doing here?How the hell are they here?Is my father with them?Is this part of his plan? Is he stupid enough to bring them into enemy territory where they could be slaughtered on sight?“Oh, my baby
Tyron POVTraining became my refuge.My punishment.My distraction.And my weapon.By dawn, I had Winter, Aria, and Asher on the field, sweat already soaking through their clothes, breath steaming in the cold air. I didn’t give them time to complain. Didn’t give them time to stretch properly. Didn’t
Winter POVI woke before the pack house stirred.The sky outside our window was still dark, washed in that deep indigo that came just before dawn. Tyron slept beside me, sprawled on his back this time, one arm flung over the pillow I’d abandoned hours earlier. His chest rose and fell steadily, his f
Tyron's POV I stare at Winter’s sleeping form, not knowing what else to do.She’s curled on her side, hair fanned across the pillow, lips slightly parted in sleep. Peaceful. Trusting. The sight of her twists something sharp in my chest.I love this girl so damn much that it hurts.The thought of hu







