LOGIN“I believe that,” he says, voice steady, certain. He presses a kiss to my temple, soft, grounding, a promise in the quiet morning light filtering through the car window. “I believe in us. Always.”I lean against him for a moment, letting the warmth of his presence settle into my bones, the security
EmilyThe moment we step out of the Pack’s office, I feel the tension in my shoulders begin to loosen, like a river finally allowed to flow after being dammed for years. The air outside feels lighter, fresher, almost like it’s been waiting for me to exhale. I do, letting out a long, shaky breath, my
“My wolf has awakened,” I say, letting the words hang in the air. “All I ask for is your cooperation. Not out of fear, but out of respect for what this Pack should be. Together, we can rebuild, restore, and protect what is ours. But it starts with honesty, integrity, and accountability.”The room is
EmilyThe weight of guilt sits heavy on my chest as Logan drives us to my Pack’s office. I can’t stop thinking about the consequences of what has just happened.My father behind bars, finally held accountable for the choices that have haunted me since I was a child. Derek’s death still echoes in my
I feel a strange, complicated mix of emotions — a flush of relief, a stab of sadness for the family I once knew, and a pulse of satisfaction that justice has been done.I glance at Logan, who watches intently, jaw tight, hands clasped together. His eyes flicker to mine for a brief moment, and there’
EmilyThe quiet of our home feels almost surreal. Logan and I sit on the living room couch, Peter resting peacefully on a soft mat on the floor, his tiny chest rising and falling with the rhythm of sleep. The faint hum of the heater, the soft light spilling from the lamp, and the muted tick of the c
We barely get time to ourselves, to get the chance to breathe, before we are thrown right back into the wolves den, having to interact with more people than humanly possible. I keep my hand tight on his and give it a squeeze whenever we need to move on, allowing him to be the one to break off the co
EmilyI have moved through the motions of the day without much regard to the world around me. When I showed up to work this morning, there was a stack of paperwork ready for me to dive into, a plethora of spreadsheets and budgets that people needed me to look at and to point out any discrepancies th
LoganWork without seeing Emily's beautiful face is like torture. Throughout the rough schedule of my days, she was the one thing that kept me steady, the one thing that kept me grounded as chaos reigned from all around me. Emily is the one constant that kept me saying and calm, but now that she is
LoganEmily and I stand next to each other, our hands connected, and we say goodbye to the people of the political campaign event. The energy of the house became more electric after my speech, excitement bubbling from within different sets of people. Everyone, including my father, had good things to







