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
LoganThe phone vibrates against the console, the screen lighting up with an unknown number. My chest tightens. Every nerve in my body and mind screams at me to answer it.“Hello?” my voice is sharp, strained, already on edge from hours of searching for my missing wife.“Logan.”The voice slithers t
Third PersonEmily curls up on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees as tears stream down her face. Her sobs seem to tear her from the inside out, her body hunched over and trembling. Her chest aches, hands shaking, and her thoughts make her head spin, throwing her into a sp
EmilyThe ocean breathes like it’s alive. Inhale. Exhale. A constant, steady rhythm that doesn’t care if the world is falling apart. I sit on the sand with my knees pulled to my chest — well, more like to my baby bump — and my toes dig into the warm sand. I stare at the horizon like it holds the ans
“I never said you were,” Logan replies quickly, “but that doesn’t mean she’s right. Just because something feels real doesn’t mean it’s safe.”“She’s not asking me to do anything dangerous,” Emily lies, knowing it’s not entirely true. “She’s trying to guide me.”There’s silence again. The long, slow







