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
Logan The report sat unopened on my desk for a full hour before I touched it again.Not because I doubted what was inside. I didn’t. I’d read it twice already the night before, memorized the sequence of events, the files, the log trails Emily had laid out perfectly.She hadn’t missed a detail. That
He didn’t look up when I entered. But he said, “I ordered us dinner.”I dropped my bag by the door. “I’m not hungry.”“Did something happen?” He set the folder down and gave me his full attention.I turned toward my room, hesitating. “Not yet.”His voice followed me as I started to walk away. “Then
“Emily. Please stay.”She froze near the threshold. Just for a second. Then she turned, spine straight, expression masking the hurt I’d been trying to avoid the last couple of days.She said nothing as the last person slipped out behind her and the door eased closed again, sealing us in.I stayed wh
He studied me for a long beat, his expression unreadable. Then he held out his jacket for me, refusing to take no for an answer.“Thank you, Logan.” I said, slipping my arms into it and turning away before he could catch the flush in my cheeks.When I turned back, he offered me a folder—plain, thick







