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
LoganThe morning air is crisp, carrying a faint scent of grass and concrete as we wait behind the stage. The press conference is forming outside, a sea of cameras, microphones, and flashing lights. They’re all pointed at the stage where I’m about to give my acceptance speech. I can feel the vibrati
EmilyThe hospital room is quiet except for the faint beeping of monitors and the low rustle of papers as Logan shuffles through hospital forms. He’s scribbling notes, signing documents, and trying to manage my postpartum recovery schedule with the meticulous precision that’s always defined him.I w
Emily smiles up at me, and I can see the pride in her eyes, the quiet encouragement that has always lifted me. I reach for her hand, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles, feeling her warmth seeping into my skin, steadying me even as adrenaline courses through my veins.The crowd continues to cheer
EmilyThe steam from the cup curls in soft spirals above my hands. It smells like moss and mint, with something else layered beneath—something deeper, bitter, and wild. I stare into the surface of the green tea as if it holds all the answers I’ve been chasing. I know it doesn’t. But I drink anyway.







