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
EmilyWhen the glossy magazine arrived that morning, tucked beneath a thin bundle of legal briefs, I rolled my eyes and set it aside.It was probably another staged narrative approved by Logan’s PR team, full of polite lies and curated images.I left it untouched while I sipped my tea, letting the s
LoganI’d dismissed the staff an hour ago, claiming I needed uninterrupted time to review the latest budget packets and inter-pack proposals.Truth was, I needed space. But not from work.The reports lay scattered across my desk, but my eyes kept circling back to Reid’s latest set of updates, specif
EmilyIt had become a ritual to read the news and daily office memos as I sipped my morning tea.Buried three pages deep into the contractor briefings, I read the casual note. Position awarded: Chloe Blackwood, Junior Advisor for Eldrin & Vale Consulting. Sector: Infrastructure. Start Date: Immediat
EmilyI wasn’t sure what I expected when Logan told me we had somewhere to be this afternoon. A meeting, a press appearance, another forced smile to serve a Pack headline, maybe.But when the car pulled into the cobbled edge of the arts district and I spotted watercolor banners, and the faint smell







