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
Tomorrow.It all comes down to tomorrow.Weeks of strategy meetings, sleepless nights, and brutal training sessions—finally, it’s time to strike.I sat on the edge of my bed, sharpening my arrows with steady hands, letting the rhythmic scrape of the blade quiet my thoughts.Ares was already leading
Tyron’s POVThe wind was sharp tonight. Cold against my fur as I crouched in the thick branches of the oak, watching the chaos I helped create unfold beneath me.I should’ve been down there. Ripping them apart.But no. I waited. Like a predator in the shadows, calculating every move.Below, my fathe
The fire cracked quietly in the corner of the room. Isis lay tangled in my sheets, her blonde hair spilled across my chest like silk. Her skin was still warm, damp from the heat we’d just made, and her fingers were trailing lazy circles along the tattoo on my shoulder.I stared at the ceiling. My mi
“Are you sure you brought it back? I don’t remember seeing it on you when they carried you in,” Mom says, her voice tight as she rifles through my jewelry drawer for what must be the tenth time.“I don’t know, Mom,” I reply, the frustration creeping into my voice. “It was fight or flight over there.







