FAZER LOGINThree weeks later - Luna 32 months old, Alice 28 months old.The nightmare started small.Alice woke screaming at two AM, a sound of pure terror that had me running to her room instantly."Mama! Mama! The bad lady's here! She's coming!" Alice sobbed, thrashing in her blankets."No bad lady, baby. Just a dream." I gathered her close. "You're safe. I'm here.""She was looking at me! Through the window! Watching!" Alice's whole body shook. "Make her go away!""There's no one there, sweetheart. Look." I showed her the empty window. "Just darkness. No people."But Alice couldn't be consoled. She cried for an hour, clinging desperately, jumping at every shadow.Luna appeared halfway through. "What happened?""Nightmare. She thinks someone was watching through the window." I rocked Alice gently. "She called them the bad lady."Luna's expression darkened. "Sarah. She's having nightmares about Sarah.""We don't know that.""Alice called Sarah the bad lady when she tried visiting months ago. No
"Good. Honesty builds trust. Lies, even well-intentioned ones, damage relationships when discovered." Dr. Chen closed her notebook. "Luna, you're doing remarkably well. I'm proud of your progress."After the session, Luna and I walked through Pack territory. She was quiet, thoughtful."What are you thinking about?" I asked."How different life is now compared to a year ago. I was drowning in depression, Alice was screaming for Sarah constantly, and everything felt impossible." Luna watched wolves training in the distance. "Now I'm functional, Alice calls you Mama, we have routines that work. It's almost normal.""Almost?""We're still a family built from tragedy. Sarah's daughter was being raised by someone else because mental illness destroyed her ability to parent. That's not normal, just functional." Luna stopped walking. "But Mama, I'm okay with functional. Normal is overrated anyway.""Very wise.""I know. Keep telling you that." Luna grinned. "Come on. Alice has ballet in an hou
Two months later - Luna is 31 months old, Alice is 27 months old.Alice started asking difficult questions.Not the usual toddler questions about why the sky was blue or where rain came from. Questions about family, biology, and belonging."Mama, why don't I look like you?" Alice asked during breakfast, studying my face intently."Because you got your features from Sarah and Marcus. Your biological parents." I kept my voice casual. "People don't always look like the parents who raise them.""But Luna looks like you. Same eyes." Alice pointed at Luna's silver-streaked hair. "And same magic hair.""Luna is my biological daughter. You're my adopted daughter. Both are real daughters, just different types." I touched her dark curls. "Your hair is beautiful exactly as it is.""Oh." Alice processed this. "So Sarah is my real mom?""Sarah gave birth to you. I'm raising you. Both are real, just different roles." I watched her face carefully. "Does that make sense?""No." Alice returned to her
One week later, Luna is 29 months old, Alice is 25 months old.Sarah appeared at the Pack House gates on a cold Thursday morning.I got the call from Border Patrol at eight AM. "Alpha, we have Sarah Reed requesting entry. She's alone, unarmed, and looks terrible. What do you want us to do?"My stomach dropped. "Escort her to a medical clinic. I'll meet you there."I found Luna feeding Alice breakfast. "Sarah's here."Luna's hands stilled. "Here as in Pack House here?""Border Patrol is bringing her to the medical clinic now." I watched Alice demolish pancakes, oblivious. "She asked to come. They didn't say why.""Does Alice need to know?" Luna's voice was careful."Not yet. Let's see what Sarah wants first." I touched Luna's shoulder. "Can you keep Alice occupied?""Yeah. We'll stay away from medical." Luna wiped Alice's syrupy face. "Come on, grabby. Let's go practice shields outside.""Shields!" Alice cheered, scrambling down.Sarah looked worse than I'd imagined. Gaunt, hollow-eyed
Two weeks later - Luna is 28.5 months old, Alice is 24.5 months old.Day three hundred of Coalition independence arrived quietly.No attacks. No crises. Just a normal Tuesday where the biggest problem was Alice refusing to wear shoes."Feet need freedom!" Alice declared, running barefoot through the Pack House."Feet need protection from splinters!" Luna chased her. "Alice Rose, get back here!""Can't catch me! I'm too fast!" Alice giggled, dodging around furniture."I literally caught you three times yesterday doing this exact thing." Luna cornered her finally. "Shoes. Now. Or no park later."Alice considered her options, then sat dramatically. "Fine. But I'm very upset about foot prison.""Your feelings are noted." Luna wrestled shoes onto struggling feet. "There. Civilized.""I reject civilization!" Alice ran off the moment her shoes were secured.Luna looked exhausted. "She's two and already has strong political opinions about footwear.""Wait until she's three," Katherine said, a
One month later - Luna is 28 months old, Alice is 24 months old.Alice turned two on a sunny Saturday in April.She woke everyone at dawn, jumping on our bed screaming, "I'm two! I'm two! Birthday cake now!""Alice, it's six AM. No cake at six AM." Adrian groaned, pulling a pillow over his head."But I'm two! Two-year-olds get cake!" Alice bounced harder."Two-year-olds also listen to their parents about appropriate cake times," I said, catching her mid-bounce. "Breakfast first, then presents, then party, then cake.""That's too much waiting!" Alice wailed dramatically.Luna appeared in the doorway, hair disheveled. "Why is everyone screaming at dawn?""Birthday excitement. She wants cake now." I held the struggling toddler. "Help me convince her that patience exists.""Alice, remember what we talked about? Good things come to people who wait and don't scream." Luna sat on the bed. "You want presents, right?"Alice stopped struggling. "Yes!""Then you have to wait patiently. No presen
Dangerous GamesAldric Thorne stayed for three days.Three days of watching me with those calculating ice-blue eyes. Three days of casual questions that felt like interrogations. Three days of smiling while my skin crawled every time he entered a room.On the morning of the fourth day, I woke to fi
The next morning, I woke before dawn.Damien was still asleep beside me, one arm thrown over his face. In the dim light, he looked peaceful. Almost innocent.I knew better.I slipped out of bed silently and locked myself in the bathroom. I pulled out my phone, opened the secure banking app I'd set
I woke up screaming.My hands clawed at my throat, searching for silver chains that weren't there. My lungs heaved, dragging in air that didn't taste like frozen river water. My heart hammered against my ribs, alive, terrified, and beating."Sera? Sera!"The bedroom door burst open and Damien rushe
The silver burns more painfully than I expected death to feel. They gripped the chains tightly around my wrists, my ankles, my throat. Each link searing into my skin like liquid fire, eating through flesh until I can smell my own burning. I should be screaming. I think I was, moments ago. Now there'







