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
EmilyThe ride back from Silverroot Sanctuary was quiet. I sat beside Logan in the backseat, tucked into the far corner with my coat draped across my lap and fingers curled around a cooling paper cup of herbal tea.The scent was faintly sweet—lavender and something earthy I couldn’t name—and it ling
LoganThe moment I stepped into the hallway outside the conference room, Emily’s posture shifted. Her spine straightened just a little too much, her gaze fixing on some invisible point ahead.She nodded to the staffer beside her with a tight, polite smile and turned like she hadn’t seen me at all.E
Third PersonThe call came just after sunset, as the last rays of light filtered through the etched glass windows of the sitting room. Hannah Blackwood didn’t bother to greet the voice on the other end. She simply said, “It’s time.”Her fingers traced the rim of her crystal glass as the reporter—som
EmilyI didn’t know if bringing Logan here was brave or stupid.Silverroot Sanctuary wasn’t built for cameras or Pack politics. It didn’t need Alphas towering around with that simmering expectation of strength.It was a place for softness. For silence. For wolves like me.The car rolled to a slow st







