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
He hadn’t asked for it back. And I hadn’t offered.I wasn’t sure either of us knew what we were doing anymore.The estate staff we passed didn’t say much—just bowed heads or polite greetings, stepping back with the kind of practiced deference that always made me uncomfortable.I wasn’t one of them,
The door opened without a knock interrupting my thoughts. I didn’t look up. I didn’t need to.Only one person entered a room like that around me—like she had the right to. Like she didn’t care if I said yes or no.Emily crossed the room with quiet steps, a manila folder tucked under one arm, a loose
EmilyI’d worn silk armor before. And I had a feeling I would need it at tonight’s Pack event.The dress wasn’t chosen for softness or appeal—it was structure. The neckline sharp, the color bold. A deep midnight blue that caught the light like the sea at night.I didn’t ask Logan for approval. I did
EmilyBy dawn, I was already back at my desk with a mug of tea I barely remembered making and a pit in my stomach that hadn’t moved in days.The office was quiet—most of the staff didn’t start arriving for another hour—but my fingers were already flying across the keyboard, combing through the login







