登入I push some of my energy into her. Just the finest thread at first, testing, feeling my way through the broken landscape of her body. Fae energy moves through her like water, seeking out the places where she's damaged. What I find makes my jaw clench. Her pelvis is shattered alright, the bones fractured in ways that are going to take months to heal, and I can sense the torn tissue around it, inflammation, her body trying desperately to repair itself and failing. Her ribs are cracked, not broken but close. There's bruising deep in the muscle, still bleeding from tiny tears and will hurt like hell for weeks. I can feel the pain radiating from every injury, sharp and relentless. It takes everything I have not to pull my hand back and scorch the city with my vengeance alone. I can't heal her. That's not my gift.Healing’s delicate work, precise, and it's not my gift. As much as I want to, I cannot give her that. The call is already out though. I have an exceptionally skilled cousin who
This hospital chair’s uncomfortable as fuck, which seems fitting given that everything else about this situation is equally unbearable. My body’s folded into this plastic and metal monstrosity that was very clearly designed by a moron who’s never sat in a chair before. Hours I've been sat here, the whole time my hands clasped together so tightly in front of me that my knuckles have long gone white. The pressure of keeping them locked together like this is the only thing stopping me from putting my fist through the wall, or the window, or the face of whoever did this to her. Earlier, the trembling started in my fingers, it’s since worked its way up through my wrists, my forearms, and settled in my shoulders where it’s a coiled, living, breathing thing. Fear isn’t my thing, this is rage. Pure, distilled, barely contained rage. It’s taking every ounce of control I have to keep it from spilling over into something catastrophic.Emma lies in the bed in front of me, and the sight of her
Logan nods slowly, his expression grim. "Alright. But we do this my way. No running off half-cocked, no tearing the city apart until we have a plan. Agreed?"I want to argue, want to tell him to fuck off and let me handle this my way, but I know he's right. Cain's been planning this for too long, and if I go in blind, I'll just make things worse. So I nod, even though it feels like swallowing glass."Agreed," I say. "Right now, I need to focus on her. Make sure she's safe. Then we'll deal with Cain."Logan's expression softens slightly, and he nods. "Fair enough. We'll regroup in the morning. For now, just... be there for her. She needs you."Bam's jaw tightens, his hand curling into a fist on the table. The casual ease he had moments ago evaporates, replaced by something harder, more focused."So what's the play?" he asks.I lean forward, my elbows resting on the table, my mind already working through the possibilities, the strategies, the ways to turn this around and make Cain regre
Bam looks up, his brow furrowing in confusion."What is it then?" he asks.Logan glances at me, then back at Bam, his voice taking on that lecturing tone he gets when he's explaining something he finds fascinating. There's a precision to it, the way he breaks things down into their component parts."A familiar," he says. "Bound to someone, probably Maci or someone in her bloodline. They can communicate through energy, act as protectors or messengers, and they're a hell of a lot smarter than any normal animal. I tried to reach out to it, and it pushed back. Gave me one word."He pauses, his eyes locking onto mine."Cain," he says.The name lands like a punch to the gut, and I feel the wolf stir, a low growl rumbling in my chest before I can stop it. Cain. Of course it's Cain. It's always Cain. My brother, the snake, the one who's been circling the council for years, waiting for his chance to strike, to take what he thinks should be his. I should have known. Should have seen it coming.
I haven't eaten in days. Not properly at all since she left. The thought of food made me nauseous, the idea of sitting down and going through the motions of a meal felt absurd when every cell in my body was screaming at me to find her, to fix this, to bring her back. But now the bond is here, humming quietly in the back of my mind, and my body is finally catching up to the fact that it needs fuel if I'm going to keep functioning. I stab the fork into the lasagna and take a bite, the flavours exploding on my tongue after days of nothing. It's so good. Lucy outdid herself, and I find myself taking another bite, and then another, the act of eating becoming mechanical, something to focus on while my mind continues to churn through everything that's happened. The guilt’s there, sat heavy on my chest. With every bite I take it grows, more insistent, demanding that I acknowledge it, that I face it head-on instead of shoving it down the way I've been doing for weeks now. This is my fault.
She's finally still. Finally quiet. The trembling that wracked her body for the better part of an hour has subsided into something that looks almost like peace, though I know better than to trust it. Maci lies in my bed, her face turned toward the window where the first hints of dawn are starting to creep across the sky, painting everything in shades of grey and pale gold. Her breathing’s steady now, deep and even, the kind of sleep that comes after the body has simply given up trying to hold itself together. I've tucked the duvet around her carefully, making sure she's warm, making sure nothing can touch her while she's this vulnerable. The cool cloth I've been using to soothe the swelling around her eyes sits in a bowl of water on the night stand, her beautiful face is still faintly pink from where her tears mixed with the exhaustion written into every line of her face. Her cheeks are still blotchy, her lashes damp and clumped together, and there's a rawness to her that makes so
Pin balling down the claustrophobic corridor, I slam into the bathroom door and stumble inside, barely making it into a stall before my legs give out. The lock rattles as I twist it, and then I'm collapsing onto the grimy floor, the cold, wet tiles seeping through my jeans.Panic surges through me,
The week hurtles by at breakneck speed. How is it Friday already?Between work and caring for my new furry roommate, I’ve not had time to think. Each day blurs into the next. Rounds of client calls, mock-ups, and revisions. Mornings start with bra
Destiny. The word lodges itself in my chest like a blade. A fire stokes low in my gut, an instinct I’ve fought to suppress igniting.Adriel snorts, his pale fingers tapping against the table.“Destiny. What a deligh
Hours later, I’m driving aimlessly, the city blurring around me. My office is a fucking prison, every surface reeks of her scent, every breath reminds me of how close she was. The hours between then and now have been a blur of pacing, futile attempts at focus, and the slow







