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
They have no choice in the matter if their wolf is dormant or not. Fate has chosen that reality for them, not me. I know from firsthand experience that there is nothing that one can do to try and awaken their wolf, that has to be done and its own time, that one cannot lure it out of hiding.There is
Third PersonThe bed is warm and comfortable. Chloe soundly sleeps, hugging one of her pillows to her body, stuck in a whimsical dream that takes her away from the instant turmoil of her day to day life. She turns over in the bed, tugging the sheets right below, her chin just for it to be yanked off
EmilyAs the days go on, my body feels less like my own and more like it belongs to the baby in my belly. My symptoms have gotten worse and my ankles have never been so swollen in my life. With every day, it feels like I am becoming less like myself and more like an incubator that works for someone
EmilyLogan did not talk to me for the day. He remains distant, closed off in his room. I tried to talk to him, bringing him lunch when he usually ate. He did not open the door, though, and kept me outside and away from him.It felt like pure torture. He must have felt like this when I was reeling f







