LOGINHello, guys! I'm still in recovery! We restart updates with one chapter at a time; over time, as I build back my stash and write ahead, we return to double/triple updates. Please, be patient with me during this time. I know we've had a lot of pauses. They are truly unprecedented, and sadly, writing a full book does come with some hassles along the way. I can only promise my best and that I'll always be here to constantly update this story till we're done. And we're almost there, btw, haha.
EMBER’S POVI drive.It’s a small thing, maybe nothing to anyone watching, but my hands on the steering wheel feel like reclamation.For weeks, other people have driven me places. Knox carrying me through hallways, Nathaniel behind the wheel of getaway cars, Rafael’s guards hauling me through forests.I’ve been a passenger in every sense of the word, moved from location to location by men who decided where I needed to be and when I needed to be there. Today I drive.The Alaskan highway stretches flat and white and endless ahead of us, and Queenie is in the passenger seat with her hands folded in her lap and her eyes fixed on the treeline, as if the snow-covered pines hold a clever secret.We haven’t spoken since pulling away from the compound. Knox’s goodbye is still warm on my lips, and a silver bullet gun is in the glovebox because trouble, Knox reasoned, has a GPS lock on my location, and he’d rather I carry something lethal.I didn’t argue. He’s not entirely wrong. If Gale somehow
Hi, everyone! Good evening. Just a quick update — I’m a little slow with writing today because I’m dealing with the flu. I’ve taken meds, but they come with drowsiness and sleepiness as side effects. My head’s been hot and hurting, and I’m honestly just exhausted. I’m still working on the chapter though! Just slower than usual because I’m frankly out of it right now. Hopefully I can finish before the day is over and get it posted. Also — big news: I’m officially done with my day job! Which means way more writing time from here on out. So yay to that! Now, I saw someone ask how often I update. Updates are daily double/triple updates! But let me explain my workflow so you understand why there might be pauses sometimes. I write in marathons. I have ADHD, so when I hyperfixate and lock in, I get a LOT done — we’re talking 10 chapters in two or three days. Then I take a break until the next wave of focus hits. Usually that lines up perfectly with the scheduled chapters running out, so
EMBER’S POV“Absolutely not,” Knox says it casually. “Gale is an unrepentant, violent piece of shit who beat my woman for eight years and hasn’t shown a flicker of remorse. He’s not going anywhere except deeper into hell.” His thumb traces my thigh. “But Logan doesn’t need to know that. Logan needs to believe the trade is real long enough to hand over the flash drive. Once I have it, I take both of them. Logan joins Gale. They can spend the rest of their natural lives rotting together. Every true love story deserves a happy ending.”“And if he doesn’t take the bait?” Nathaniel asks.“Then we use brute force. Kill him if we have to. But he is not walking away alive with that flash drive.”I feel the logic of it settle into place. Smart. Clean. Gives Logan what he wants while neutralising the weapon.“Where IS Gale?” I ask.Knox’s hand tightens on my thigh.“Ember.”“Where is Gale, Knox?”A pause. “Your father’s house,” Knox says. “Maurice’s property. He’s been there the whole time. Gu
EMBER’S POVThe room goes quiet. Everyone is looking at me.“Rafael is only one part of it,” I say slowly. “If we go by everything Nathaniel just told us, the real danger was never Rafael. It’s the gene itself. Having Knox susceptible to it means he’s one bad day away from another episode. One drugging.” I look at Nathaniel, and the word lands exactly where I aim it. “One person cruel enough to weaponise his weakness against him. Or—” My voice catches. “Or if something ever went wrong with me. If we have a mature bond and I’m hurt, or taken, or killed, he could lose his mind entirely. The bond that’s supposed to cure him becomes the detonator instead. And that means—”“A new massacre,” Nathaniel supplies quietly. “Potentially worse than the first. A fully bonded Lycan without an anchor is exponentially more dangerous than an unbonded one. The bond supercharges every instinct. Including the feral ones.”Knox is quiet for a long time. His chest rises and falls against my back in measure
EMBER’S POV“Sapphire told me to scream.” The words come out simpler than the memory deserves. “Rafael was on top of me. I couldn’t fight him. My wolf had been silent for days, and then suddenly she was THERE, louder than she’d ever been. She said trust me. She said scream. So I opened my mouth, and what came out wasn’t my voice. It was something older and bigger, and it came from a place in me I didn’t know existed. It hit everyone in the room, like some form of wave. Rafael flew off my body. The guards dropped. And then they just… turned. On each other. Like whatever I’d released had scrambled something fundamental in them. Their training, their loyalty, their ability to tell friend from enemy — all of it was gone. They started firing at each other, fighting each other, and I ran.”Nobody speaks for a moment. Nathaniel writes on the board: SAPPHIRE — COMMAND / OVERRIDE.“That’s consistent with ancient texts about a specific type of wolf that hasn’t existed in generations,” he says.
EMBER’S POVA sound escapes him. Broken and startled, a small laugh that somehow makes it through the madness.“You’re insane,” he says. “You want me to make the man who killed sixty-three people a hypothetical GODPARENT.”“I want you to sit back down in that chair and hold me and let me anchor you while we figure out what the hell we do next. The godparent discussion, hypothetical or otherwise, can wait until I’ve had significantly more coffee and significantly less trauma.”His hand opens.Nathaniel drops to the floor in a heap, gasping, clutching his throat. Queenie doesn’t rush to him this time. Rather, she turns away, going to the window with her back to the room and her arms around herself, and the distance between her and her husband on the floor is three feet and a thousand miles simultaneously.Knox’s arms close around me. Crushing. His face in my neck, his body shaking, and the claws retract against my back one by one, human fingers replacing them, and the gold drains fro
EMBER’S POVI nod desperately.“Liar.” He pumps into me slowly, his thumb circling my clit with featherlight pressure that’s nowhere near enough. “You’re never quiet. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”“For goddess sake, Knox, please—”“Please what?” He’s smiling now, the bastard. Enjoying
EMBER’S POV“I want to recover here. In this penthouse. Not locked away somewhere safe and isolated.”And there it is. The trade she’s been building toward.I almost laugh.“You want to stay here,” I repeat slowly. “With us. With Knox.”“You heard me. What part of dying don’t you seem to understand
EMBER'S POVI'm terrified this will ruin the moment. This fragile, beautiful thing we've built under the Northern Lights.But I'm tired of everyone telling me what to think about Knox. Tired of Gale's poison and Rayana's warnings and rumors whispered behind hands at cocktail receptions.We don't ow
EMBER’S POVI stare down at Knox on his knees, my pulse slamming so hard I can feel it between my legs. He's grinning up at me like a wolf who's already tasted blood, gold eyes glowing, fangs just barely peeking past his lip.I fold my arms, pretending my thighs aren't already trembling."What do I







