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
Emily I told myself I was going for the Pack. But really, I went because staying behind would’ve felt like defeat.After the audit whispers and Julian’s carefully neutral concern, I needed to be seen. Needed to remind myself I wasn’t crumbling, no matter what the tabloids or staff thought.Still, a
EmilyI leaned against the railing, watching the sky bleed slowly toward midnight.Stars blinked through thin clouds, distant and uncaring. Unlike the ballroom full of wolves behind me, the stars didn’t ask questions or judge what they didn’t understand.Michael’s voice still rang in my ears. Not wh
LoganMy father didn’t announce his visit.The door to my study opened without a knock, and there he was: coat still on, silver-capped cane tapping against the hardwood heralding his arrival.A butler trailed behind him, carrying a bottle of whiskey I didn’t ask for.“Sit,” he said, already doing so
I shut the drawer with more force than necessary and forced myself back into motion.There was a supply report to review, a proposal to revise, an office that wouldn’t manage itself. I threw myself into it like drowning in work might delay having to deal with my feelings.But later that night, the s







