LOGINRhiannon’s POV~ The sheets were cold. That was the first thing I noticed. Not just cool, like they’d been left open for a while, but actually cold. It was a type of cold that seeped into your skin and tells you the body that was generating the heat is gone. I sat up, the duvet pooling around my
Marcus’s POV~ She began crying again. Tears were running down her face. Dropping onto my chest. "It's okay," she said. "It's okay. I understand. I know you're under a lot of pressure. I know the pack is hard. I know Kieran is... I know everything is hard. And I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I pr
Marcus’s POV~ It was almost three in the morning. I knew because I checked the clock on the wall when I walked out of the bedroom. Not because I cared what time it was. Because I needed to know how long she'd been on the floor. Four hours. Four hours and she hadn't moved. I stood in the hallway
Marcus’s POV~ "But you looked at her. When she left. You looked at her like—" "I said don't be stupid." My voice was getting louder now. It wasn’t even a shout. Not yet. But it was close that. And the room went silent as well. Emilia went quiet. Good. I continued to drink. The whiskey kept bu
Marcus’s POV~ That scream saved my life. Not literally. But close. Because I was driving one-forty on a road that curved left toward a cliff and I didn't remember deciding to turn. My hands were on the wheel. My foot was on the gas. The headlights were cutting through the dark and I was starin
And that was the problem. I didn't know where I was going. My hands were on the wheel. My foot was on the gas. The streetlights were passing by in a blur. And I had no idea where I was headed. Home? I almost laughed. Home. That empty house. That cold house. The one where Rhiannon used to leave t







