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
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
That night, I allowed myself to sleep with the smallest hint of hope tucked under my ribs. One court motion. One step closer.I didn’t celebrate—I wasn’t foolish enough for that—but I let the moment exist. I let myself imagine what it might feel like to win.By morning, the fantasy had already begun
But I was distracted and found myself reading the same paragraph three times before the sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence.Logan hesitated in the doorway like he wasn’t sure if he should enter his own space.“I thought you might be here,” he said. His voice was low, unreadable.“I’m w
LoganMy father arrived without ceremony and strode in like he owned the place. He moved through the entry like a man checking his investment, not visiting his son.We settled into the study. He declined tea. Declined whiskey. He wasn’t here for pleasantries.“I’ve reviewed the most recent polling d







