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 didn’t mean to eavesdrop.I wasn’t even trying to listen just passing the corridor when I heard my name. I stopped. And stayed. My back pressed flat to the wall as the voices carried from the alpha’s private chambers.“I told you not to go easy on that rogue,” my father’s voice was low and firm, n
I whispered the incantation, drawing a drop of blood from my thumb.The glass shimmered.Then blurred.Then—His face. Pale. Drenched in sweat. The chains were tighter now, bruising deep purple across his collarbones. His hair was damp. He looked worse than before—eyes half-lidded, lips cracked.“Ty
The moment she vanished from sight, her soft footsteps swallowed by the corridor’s silence, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.Naïve little thing.That was her fifteenth visit. Fifteen days of silence, of sitting there like a stubborn ghost who couldn’t let go. And now, after days of
“You’re not going near him again, Winter. Over my dead body.”My father’s voice cracked through the house like thunder, deep and merciless, rattling something in me I didn’t know was still fragile. Downstairs, something broke—glass, maybe—and I flinched. Again. Just like I had hours ago when he foun







