ANMELDEN“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 stare at Emily, still curled up in the hospital bed, her hair mussed from exhaustion, a tiny crease between her brows as she watches me. She’s quiet, contemplative, and I can’t quite figure out what she means when she says she’s proud of me in that soft, lingering way. “What do you mean?” I
LoganThe car hums steadily beneath me, tires rolling over asphalt that glows silver in the moonlight. The world outside is blurred, trees flashing past like ghosts, but inside, everything is contained, warm, fragile. Peter sleeps in Emily’s lap, his tiny chest rising and falling with the soft rhyth
“You have to earn back my trust,” I say, voice firm but gentle, “especially tonight…with the Alpha King voting. That’s not something we can ignore.”“I understand. And I will. I’ll make it right, Logan. I’ll be better,” her nod is slow, deliberate, and I see the determination flicker across her exha
EmilyThe hospital room is quiet, except for the low hum of machines and the faint rustle of linens as Logan shifts in the chair beside my bed. Peter was taken away a little while ago to get his shots and vaccines, and for the first time since giving birth, the room feels almost empty. My arms ache







