LOGIN° Jeremy's POV° What test?" Thomas leaned back. "Don't tell me you haven't been listening, Alpha Jeremy, a witch would be brought to tell their blood line." I stared at him. "No." I refused. "We can bring her here." "No." "If the blood is clean, this entire matter ends." Rowan said. "And if it isn't?" I asked. No one answered. Yeah they didn't need to, I already knew. My pulse began pounding in my ears. "You're suggesting testing my wife and my child?" "For the safety of the pack." Thomas replied, his presence was beginning to irritate me. I laughed bitterly. "The safety of the pack?" Rowan's face remained cold. "You know the law, Jeremy." I did. Everyone did. Forbidden wolves were not allowed to live within pack territory. They were considered dangerous, unnatural and out of balance. A threat….and the punishment for wolves of such kind had always been the same. Death. My hands slowly tightened into fists. "You don't know what you're talking about." I told th
° Jeremy's POV °I barely slept that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Eli lying unconscious in my arms, then I saw Amy…..her frightened eyes and the way she had looked at me when I asked who she was.I still didn't understand what had happened to me out there.But there was something else that bothered me even more.The secret.The one that could destroy everything I'd built.Amy didn't know.Eli didn't know.And as far as I was concerned, nobody would ever know.I dressed quietly the next morning, careful enough not to wake Amy. I paused beside the bed for a moment.Her hair was scattered across the pillow, her face peaceful despite the worry I'd caused her the night before.I wanted to tell her everything.God, I really wanted to…but I couldn't.At least not yet.If Amy found out what Eli truly was, what he had been through…. what she was, she would be scared, she would be broken and she'd ask questions.Questions I couldn't answer.I quietly left the room.Marcus was waiti
° Amy's POV° The question left his lips quietly, but it struck me harder than if he had shouted it. I stared at him, unable to understand what I had just heard. The warmth that had flooded me when I saw Eli safe in his arms slowly gave way to confusion. "What?" Jeremy didn't answer. His eyes remained on me, but they no longer held that strange intensity that had startled me a second ago. Instead, something softer settled there, something tired and painfully conflicted. His jaw tightened briefly before he looked away, his gaze falling to Eli's sleeping face. The hand supporting our son shifted slightly, pulling him closer against his chest. I frowned. "Jeremy?" He blinked and looked back at me as though he had forgotten where he was. Then he sighed. Not the impatient kind that usually came when I annoyed him. This one sounded heavy, like a man carrying something far bigger than himself. "Forget it…" he murmured quietly as I waited. He rubbed his thumb gently over Eli's ha
° Amy’s POV°I bit the edge of my fingers, my steps dragging across the floor as I moved back and forth in the sitting room. The space felt too quiet, like it was holding its breath along with me. Every second stretched longer than it should, pressing against my chest.I couldn’t stop thinking about them.Did they make it?Were they hurt?Were they even coming back?I paused briefly, staring at nothing in particular before resuming my pacing. My hands dropped to my sides, then lifted again, restless, unsure about where to settle.I wished I had gone with him.Even if I couldn’t fight, even if I couldn’t do much, at least I wouldn’t be stuck here like this…..waiting, guessing, and helplessly hoping.Waiting was worse.It left too much room for thoughts.And my thoughts were not kind to me.It was strange how much this mattered to me. I hadn’t noticed when it started, hadn’t marked the exact moment things shifted. One day it didn’t matter, and the next…..I cared, too much.I stopped aga
°Jeremy’s POV°The road narrowed as I drove as we followed Lang's scent, the last of the houses fading behind us until only open land remained. Gravel replaced asphalt, the sound of it was steady beneath the tires as I eased the car forward. My headlights stretched across the dark, catching the outline of a low structure ahead. It sat alone, worn down by time, its roof dipping at one end, its walls dull and quiet under the night sky.I slowed to a stop a short distance away. The engine went silent. Marcus pulled in behind me, the others following, their headlights cutting off one by one until the night closed back in.The silence here felt different.I stepped out and closed the door without making a sound. The air carried no breeze, no distant movement, nothing but a stillness that pressed lightly against my skin. My eyes settled on the building again, and the pull inside me was steady.Marcus came up beside me. “This place has been empty for years,” he said quietly.“Maybe not tonig
°Jeremy's POV °Eli’s room door stood slightly ajar, the way I had left it earlier. I pushed it open fully and stepped inside. The bed looked empty under the faint light from the hall. The covers lay smooth and flat, as if no one had touched them since Mrs. Lang had straightened them after dinner maybe…. His stuffed bear sat propped against the headboard, its button eyes catching a bit of the glow. I ran my hand across the sheets. They felt cool to the touch. The pillow still held the slight dent from his head, but the room carried no warmth from a sleeping child. I checked the closet next, opening the door slowly. His clothes hung in their usual rows, small shirts and pants lined up neatly. The floor space below stood clear. I looked under the bed, moving the storage box aside with one hand. Dust motes floated in the air, but nothing else appeared. The window remained locked from inside, its latch secure. I stood in the center of the room and let my eyes move over every corner again
° Amy’s POV °For the first time, I hated black and white, and for the first time, I hated flowers—roses especially.I couldn’t believe this was happening. I needed someone to pinch me and wake me up from this nightmare.We were by the river at the bayou.Everyone had dropped their roses on the bod
°Jeremy’s POV°After I’d killed her…Even thinking those words still feels like swallowing glass.The first few weeks after it happened, I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. The reflection didn’t feel like mine anymore. It was like staring at a stranger wearing my skin, someone who’d ruine
°Amy’s POV°For a second, I couldn’t move.Everything around me blurred — the cars, the chatter, the orange-pink sky. All I could think was, this can’t be happening right here.Then another contraction came, not too sharp but strong enough to make my knees tremble. That snapped me out of it.“Mia…”
°Jeremy’s POV°The drive home felt longer than usual. Maybe it was because my thoughts wouldn’t shut up, or maybe because every turn reminded me of something I didn’t want to think about.By the time I pulled into the driveway, the sky was dark. The house was glowing from inside — that warm, soft l







