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
EmilyAfter I returned to the home, Logan tried to be near me, but I was unable to get the feeling of confusion and awe and wonder out of my head. I claimed that I was tired, finding the excuse appropriate while faking a yawn. For the remainder of the day, I remain laying in bed, staring at the ceil
LoganI have a bad feeling the moment I step out of the room.It’s the way the air changes. It started off dense, like fog pressing down on my chest. The flickering candlelight seeps beneath the small crevice of the door, the low hum of energy that has nothing to do with electricity and everything t
“What did he do?” I whispered.Wanda doesn’t answer. Instead, she gestures back to the deck. The cards shimmer under the golden candlelight.“Pick another card,” she says.I don’t want to. Something in me recoils at the thought but my hand moves anyway, drawn by something I couldn’t name. I pull a c
“That is a good idea,” my father admits. It takes me by surprise, but I don't make a sound to show it. “It would be best for everyone if your child was born with a wolf. We wouldn't want them to face the same ridicule as Emily does. It is just horrible with these people say about them.”“You were on







