LOGIN"The diplomatic mission—""Can burn to the ground for all I care," he says with fierce conviction. "There will always be another crisis, another negotiation, another political emergency that supposedly can't wait. But there's only one you, only one us, only one chance to protect what matters most."
Sage (The night of Elara and Dom's party)The private royal chambers are finally quiet after days of crisis, celebration, and family chaos.I stand at the window overlooking the palace gardens, my violet eyes distant as I process everything that's happened—the revelation about my sister, the final b
"It’s such a gift to live in a world where nobody has to choose between love and duty," I observe, echoing conversations we've had countless times over the years. “I just wish someone would have told our younger selves eight years ago.”"Same." Elara leans back against my chest with the kind of trus
Five years laterI'm standing in the doorway of our family library, watching my wife read bedtime stories to our three children, and wondering how I got lucky enough to deserve this life.Seraphina, now seven, sits primly beside her mother with a leather-bound book of prophecies in her lap, occasion
Representatives from six different kingdoms step forward to report on the success of the magical partnership programs we've helped establish. Young couples who've learned to integrate their abilities rather than compete with them. Healing centers where traditional and supernatural medicine work toge
Two years later"Mama, the lights are dancing again!"I look up from the correspondence I'm reviewing to find my daughter, Seraphina, standing in the doorway of my study with her violet eyes bright with wonder and her tiny hands extended toward magical currents that are invisible to most people but
Sage “Hey, want some company?” Iris pokes her head in just as I’m slipping into some pajamas I found tucked into a drawer, a cami and short set she must have purchased for me. “Of course. Please come in.” Everyone was so prim and proper at dinner and I felt so out of place. I’m not sure how to a
Then it's just us. Alaric approaches slowly, hands raised like I'm a wounded animal he's trying not to spook. The gesture is so familiar it hurts – just like that day in my cottage when I thought he was just an injured wolf seeking help. But he wasn't just a wolf then. And I'm not sure what I am to
Alaric I feel it first as a sharp spike of terror that isn't mine. The mate bond pulses with Sage's fear, yanking me from a meeting about border security."—and the northern patrols—" Garrett's voice fades as another wave hits me. Despair. Betrayal. Pain.I'm on my feet before I realize I'm moving.
Alaric She feels impossibly small in my arms, her silver-blonde hair spilling over my jacket wrapped around her shoulders. My wolf paces beneath my skin, torn between rage at those who hurt her and the desperate need to protect.I carry her to my private quarters – the most secure rooms in the pack







