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
When I opened the door, Logan stood on the other side. He just held out a porcelain cup filled with steaming tea.I stared at it for a second too long, confused by the gesture. But then the scent hit me. Black rose and chamomile. A blend I’d only ever found in one apothecary shop near my childhood h
ChloeThe article should’ve had Chloe’s name in it, not Emily’s.As Chloe scrolled through the column for the third time, her nail tapped an anxious rhythm against the side of her teacup.Emily soon-to-be-Titanfang leads fiscal reform with approval. It was a full breakdown of how Emily had caught a
LoganOutside, the wind howled like something wild was circling the estate. But inside, everything was still.Except me.Emily had gone to bed hours ago. I stayed behind, pouring over the letters and files she had let me see.Everything was spread across the table in carefully ordered stacks. Legal
Emily“Pull it together, Emily, it’s just a folder.” I scolded myself. The folder in question, that had been anonymously delivered, was thinner than I expected for something that might change everything.It felt alarmingly light.My fingers kept hovering over the seal, hesitation coiled low in my st







