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
LoganI didn’t know if Emily would show up.I hadn’t sent a formal invitation—just asked her earlier in the day, as casually as I could manage, to join me for dinner at seven… if she felt it.No photographers. No schedule. No press release. Just us.I set the table myself in the dining room. Just on
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
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
EmilyI’d spent the better part of the afternoon overseeing florals, verifying placements, coordinating dietary preferences with the kitchen, and politely declining every attempt Logan made to send someone else to handle it.I needed control. The precision. The armor that came with knowing every inc







