FAZER LOGINI could feel her eyes on me.Pitiful. And Cassius had completely gone silent. I didn’t look at him. My focus was all on my son. Not on anybody else’s looks on me. I knew I couldn’t shift, but I could still do something to help my son. I am not weak just because my own wolf had abandoned me when my son needed me the most.The healer watched me carefully, her brows drawn together in concern, but she didn’t speak about it. Her voice, when she finally spoke, carried urgency but also patience, like she understood that breaking me now would help no one.“We’ll use my backyard,” she said gently. “It is enclosed, safe, and familiar. Cassius can shift there. You stay close to Kane. He needs your voice as much as he needs his father’s wolf.”I swallowed hard, nodding even though my throat felt tight. Nothing about this felt safe to me. A five year old shifting was a curse.Kane whimpered softly in my arms, his fingers gripping the front of my shirt as if he feared falling apart if he let go. Hi
The words the healer spoke did not settle in my mind at first. They floated in the air between us, heavy and unreal, as if they belonged to someone else’s life and not mine. First shift? Of Kane? He is freaking five years old. Wolves don't shift until they are 16. At worst 14. But at five? What is happening? For a moment, I simply stared at the healer, waiting for her to correct herself. Waiting for her to say she had spoken too quickly. That it was something else. A fever. A muscle spasm. Anything but this. Beside me, Sienna stood frozen, her arms still wrapped protectively around herself as if letting go would make this worse. “What do you mean… first shift?” I asked, my voice lower than I expected, rough around the edges.The healer inhaled slowly, her expression firm but cautious. “His body is reacting the way young wolves do before their first transformation,” she explained. “Pain, tremors, overheating, loss of control. It is happening earlier than usual, but not unheard of.”
The message came when I least expected it.I had just settled into my work for the afternoon, papers spread neatly across the table, numbers and figures demanding my full attention. The quiet rhythm of calculations usually steadied my thoughts, but today my mind had refused to focus completely. Ever since morning, something had felt wrong—an uneasiness that refused to leave, like a whisper at the back of my mind warning me of something I could not yet see.Then my communicator buzzed sharply against the table. I frowned slightly, wiping my fingers before reaching for it. Messages rarely came during work hours unless they were urgent. The moment I opened it, my chest tightened before I even finished reading the words.Kane had a fight. He’s hurt. Come quickly to the training grounds.The words blurred for a second before settling back into focus.A fight? My Kane? Oh my god. Did he do something out of his new profound determination to be strong? That didn’t make any sense. My little bo
The morning after Selena’s fall should have felt lighter.The doctor had reassured me again before we left the healer’s quarters that her injury was nothing severe—just a bad sprain that needed rest, patience, and time. Words that should have settled my fears. Words that should have allowed me to breathe normally again. Yet even as the sun rose over North Hollow and the household resumed its rhythm, something inside me refused to quiet.Selena was recovering. But Kane was not. I noticed it first in the smallest ways.At breakfast, Selena sat with her leg propped up on a chair, grumbling dramatically about how unfair it was that she couldn’t run or climb. Camelia tried to distract her with stories while carefully spooning warm porridge into a bowl, and Everett kept reminding her that warriors
That night settled over the house with an uneasy stillness that no one openly spoke about. Selena slept in Sienna’s room, her injured ankle carefully propped on pillows, while Camelia stayed nearby, insisting that she would keep watch through the night if needed. The house had grown quieter than usual, the kind of quiet that followed fear, where even the softest sounds seemed sharper than they should.But Kane did not sleep.He lay in his small bed, staring up at the ceiling, his blanket pulled halfway to his chest. The shadows cast by the moonlight outside shifted slowly across the walls, stretching and shrinking as branches moved in the wind. Normally, Kane would have fallen asleep quickly after a long day of activity, his breathing steady within minutes. Tonight, his body refused to rest.Something inside him would not allow it.His chest rose and fell unevenly, breaths coming sharper than usual. He shifted from one side to the other, curling into himself, then stretching his legs
The healer’s quarters had settled into a strange kind of quiet by the next morning. Not the peaceful quiet of rest, but the watchful quiet that followed fear—the kind where every sound felt louder than it should, and every movement carried weight. The events of the previous evening had shaken more than just Selena’s small body. They had shaken the fragile balance that had slowly begun forming between Sienna, Cassius, and the children.Selena lay on the bed, her ankle carefully wrapped, her small leg resting atop a folded blanket. The swelling had reduced slightly overnight, and though she had cried in her sleep more than once, exhaustion had eventually taken over. Now she stirred restlessly, her brows furrowing as she blinked awake.“Mama…” she whispered weakly.Sienna was already there.She hadn’t left Selena’s side for more than a few minutes at a time. Her hair was loosely tied back, strands escaping around her face, and her eyes were shadowed with fatigue. The steady composure she
“He is their father.” Austin’s voice made me freeze. I turned to look at him. “He is right?”“What?”“I see the way you two are. The Mate bond comes to life when you stand beside him. And Kane resembles him in every possible way.” As if I didn’t know that.“What difference does it make?” I asked Au
I should have said no. That was my first instinct when Alessio asked. Not because I didn’t want to go. That was the problem.I did.Which made it complicated. “Alessio…” I began, unsure how to frame it without making it heavier than it needed to be.He didn’t interrupt. He simply waited, hands rest
Ever since I had known about Sienna and my kids, my heart and mind were at war. Hugo and Jackson were dealing with the Vineclaw production and supply all alone. I was here to supervise and help my pack, instead all I feel is helpless.
Something in me broke the moment she left me standing at the corner of the street. Maybe everything broke in me. Realisation came crashing down on me that I couldn’t bear to stand on my own two feet. Tears clouded my vision and my wolf screamed to be let out.I couldn’t. Not here. Not where my kids







