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
There is no dramatic reveal, no blast of energy. It just quietly gives way, like it was never locked at all. The wooden door moves on its own, acting as if it is as light as air despite weighing like a mountain mere seconds earlier.The room is dim, candles flickering like they’re gasping for air. T
She has calmed down, though. Her breathing has returned normal and she is no longer a crying mess to the side of me. A piece of my heart is glad that she is feeling better in this moment, even if her heart is still in shambles over what transpired at my family's home.Without thinking, I turn left a
LoganThe event went by slower than I anticipated. After Hannah and Chloe showed up and publicly threatened Emily, our child, and I in the public eye, I wasted no time in leaving after my speech and driving us home. For the rest of the night, Emily has been very quiet and has kept herself, looking o
LoganI hate the silence that has formed between us. Emily simply does not talk to me, often to stare out the car window instead of engaging in any kind or semblance of a conversation with me. I think we both know that it is my fault for ruining the day, for bringing her to a surprise baby shower. I







