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
That night, I barely sleep.The Oracle's words echo through my head like a haunting melody—one that won’t let go no matter how hard I try to shut it out."There is a greater danger that awaits you, my daughter—the promise of the Moon Goddess..."I toss and turn, tangled in my sheets, my heart poundi
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
Winter’s POVI knelt beside my father, my chest heaving, hands trembling as I pressed them against the open wound across his side. His dark fur was slick with blood, his breathing shallow but steady. My heart twisted painfully in my chest. I could barely hear anything beyond the roar of my pulse in
“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.







