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
By the time we all sat around the dining table, the sun had fully set.The house smelled like roasted chicken, garlic potatoes, and Mom’s homemade bread—the kind she only makes when we have guests she actually likes.Casma sat on one end of the table beside Mom, her dark brown skin glowing under the
I slipped through the hidden gap in the outer corridor, pressing myself flat against the damp stone as I edged past the patrol. Again.The guards were laughably predictable. One glance at the map I stole from my dad’s office tucked beneath stacks of council scrolls and I knew the blind spots, the ro
“I’m not asking for mercy. I’m asking for trust!”“You’re seventeen—”“I’m nineteen” I said through gritted teeth, “and bonded to a mate, whether you like it or not!”“You don’t even know him!”“And maybe I never will if you keep torturing him!”By then, my brothers had entered the room,Louis first,
Whatever she was trying—it was strong enough to find me down here.I closed my eyes. Reached. Just slightly. My wolf answered, stretching out like it recognized a heartbeat somewhere in the dark.And then, I saw her.She didn’t walk through the door. She just… appeared. Like smoke pulled together in







