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
EmilyToday, I have a meeting with my family’s pack. Admittedly, I have been trying my best to avoid a situation like this. To come face to face with the members of my pack that are sure to hate me because of my father’s influence.Nausea settles itself in my stomach. It twists and turns, leaving me
LoganA Month Later…I have a meeting with my father in five minutes. It was an unusual request, one made late into the night through text message sent to me by his Beta. I had no choice, but to accept, knowing that whatever it is that he has to say is important and has to be heard, my future as the
EmilyThe bags under my eyes are a deep purple color. My skin is pale and blotchy. My hair is frizzy, and my lips are cracked from dehydration. I look like a walking, dead person, a zombie that walks among the living.I turned to the side and lookay at myself from a different angle, hoping that ther
EmilyAfter the meeting with Logan's father, time has flown right on by like a whirlwind and has left me with a perpetual feeling of whiplash and uncertainty. His family has been handling everything involving the wedding, his stepmother, taking over the role as the wedding planner while I focus on m







