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
WinterTwo weeks had passed since the hybrids tore through the night and vanished like smoke.The house had settled into an uneasy rhythm. Patrols tripled. Dad barely spoke unless it was orders. Mom hovered near the kids’ rooms more than usual. Tyron slept with one eye open, arm always around me lik
TyronI led them through the back trails myself, no guards, no scouts, just the five of us. Mom walked beside me, her arm looped through mine like she used to when I was small. Lila skipped ahead a little, picking up pinecones and tossing them into the brush. Isla carried Ayila on her hip, the littl
WinterThe women’s quarters were quiet in the late morning, soft light filtering through the tall windows, the smell of fresh linen and herbal tea hanging in the air like a promise of calm that never quite arrived. Mom had insisted on the weekly visit; it was part of her duty as Luna to check on the
Tyrone She searched my eyes-long, searching. Saw the fear I couldn’t hide.Winter always saw too much.It was one of the reasons I loved her.And one of the reasons lying to her felt like choking on glass.“I promise,” she whispered. “No matter what. I won’t leave you.”Relief hit me so hard I almo







