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
Winter winced as Mira peeled back the bandage on her stomach. “Sorry.”“Don’t apologize,” Zander growled, stepping closer. “Just don’t do it again.”Serene squeezed Winter’s hand. “We thought we’d lost you.”Winter managed a weak smile. “Takes more than that.”I stood, legs unsteady, and crossed to
Tyron's POV I hadn’t left Winter’s side since the Oracle’s ritual in the courtyard. The pack hospital room had become my prison and my sanctuary all at once, white walls, the steady beep of the heart monitor, the faint antiseptic smell that never quite masked the copper tang of dried blood. They’d
Asher's POV I slipped through the side gate of the mansion with Nova pressed tight against my side, her thin frame shaking even though the evening wasn’t that cold, and little Luca cradled in the crook of my left arm like he weighed nothing. The baby was still wrapped in that torn, dirt-streaked b
Asher's POVI woke up before the sun even thought about rising, the house already too quiet for a birthday. Sixteen. In our world, that’s not just a number...it’s a door slamming open. Warrior induction. Pack responsibilities. The official start of mate hunts. Aria had been buzzing about it for wee







