Mag-log inTyrone 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
Winter The morning light spilling through my bedroom curtains felt wrong.Too bright. Too warm. My wolf paced in my head like a caged predator, claws raking against bone. She’d been restless all night, even after I’d finally drifted into an uneasy sleep. Every time my mind dipped toward dreams, she
Late afternoon light spilled across the wooden floors like melting gold. I stood at the threshold of my bedroom door for the first time in a week. The silence beyond it was loud. Almost judgmental. My fingers gripped the doorknob, my knuckles pale from the pressure, and for a moment I considered sla
Winter’s POVThe cell door clanged shut behind me, the sound sharp enough to rattle down my spine. I told myself it was only the iron echoing, only the air humming with the memory of his voice—but no. It was him. His words, sly and careful, threaded under my skin long after he’d gone still against t
Tyron's They moved me to a different cell three days ago.Bigger. Cleaner. A cot that didn’t smell like damp rot. Even a shower, though the water pressure was about as forgiving as a weak rainstorm. Clothes, too—dark sweats and a plain shirt. It was a calculated kindness, which meant it was a wa







