로그인“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
LoganI hate the silence that has formed between us. Emily simply does not talk to me, often to stare out the car window instead of engaging in any kind or semblance of a conversation with me. I think we both know that it is my fault for ruining the day, for bringing her to a surprise baby shower. I
If I can just bring myself to focus…maybe I can relive the memory one last time in my mind before fully shutting that part of my life out. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks. I miss my mother so much, I miss her every single fucking day.The tingling sensation grows into a frenzy. Slowly consuming m
LoganThe days have gone by so agonizingly slow. The hours and minutes have faded into each other, bleeding into one another. I can barely tell the days apart from each other now, unsure if today is Monday or if it is actually the weekend instead.Truly is disorienting to think that my life has come
EmilyAnother month has passed us by and my baby bump has grown significantly. What was once a small and tiny hump is now a significant bump, my back and body feeling so sore and fatigued from constantly carrying around the extra weight. I often find myself trying to find more moments to rest, the s







