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
“You don’t owe her anything,” I snap. “She locked you in that room and scared the hell out of you.”Emily stands up from the table, her voice rising now. “She told me the truth, Logan. That’s more than anyone else ever has.”I rise too, trying to keep calm, but the anger is building — not just at Wa
LoganDinner is quiet. Too quiet.I cut into the salmon I grilled twenty minutes ago, trying to focus on the meal, on the sound of waves crashing outside the beach house, on anything but the way Emily stares at her plate like it might come to life and answer the questions spinning in her head. She’s
EmilyI can feel the walls closing in. Every step I take in this house echoes like a reminder: I’m not free. I’m not trusted. I’m not safe—not from danger, but from the people who claim to love me. Logan says he’s protecting me, but it doesn’t feel like protection. It feels like a cage.We’ve been b
EmilyThe sheets are warm. Logan changed them earlier and I can still smell the lavender detergent, soft and faint. The linen feels like a cocoon around me, protecting me from the outside world.I’m tucked in deep, my head against the pillow, and the lights are low. The storm outside has passed, but