LOGINHey everyone! Just a quick note to let you know that updates will be patchy for a little while. I have some stuff going on behind the scenes that I need to deal with. Thank you so much for your patience and for sticking with me and these characters. I have currently written over 80 chapters and will upload them quickly as soon as I have everything sorted out. I can’t wait to share more with you soon.
Greg laughs, but it wobbles, his bravado slipping. “Or what? You'll kill me?”“Paige.” Parker’s voice brushes my mind. “Ronnie says Greg is trying to push you into a corner. He says don’t let him.”I breathe in slowly, and the glow stabilises.“I am not killing you,” I say. “Death would be a mercy y
** Paige’s POV **Silence drops over the group.My heart slows, and for the first time since we walked in, I feel something like peace.“I am Jaxon’s mother,” I say simply. “And the woman you underestimated.”He laughs once, humorlessly. “You think you are terrifying now, do you? Just because you ha
Greg scoffs. “What are you talking about? You should be in prison for what you’ve done to her and for kidnapping my son. This is clear abuse. She even has the scars to prove it. You are all insane.”A deadly kind of anger flows through the bond from Ryder, and I place a hand on his arm to calm him.
** Paige’s POV **The walk toward Greg’s house feels both too short and too long.Every step lands heavier than the one before. The tarmacked pavement feels too hard beneath my boots, and my power hums beneath my skin, steady at first, then flaring, then steady again.The street looks almost exactly
Paige snorts a laugh. “Honestly? I have no idea. But tell him thanks; that actually helps more than he thinks.”We turn down a familiar street, and my chest tightens painfully. These houses haven’t changed. The same cracked pavements. The same leaning fences. The same park.My childhood feels like a
** Ryder’s POV **I never thought I’d see these roads again. Not in this lifetime. Not in any life.The tyres hum steadily beneath us, carrying us straight into the past I thought I’d buried. Old scars itch under my skin. Wolves don’t get phantom pain, not really, but I swear I feel it now. Memories







