ログインDaisy After what seemed like forever, the bus finally stopped.For a moment, I didn't move.I sat with one hand wrapped around Rissa, who was curled against my chest, and the other gripping the strap of my bag. The engine rumbled beneath us before falling silent, and the sudden quiet seemed almost as unsettling as the journey itself.“Mama.” Thane stirred beside me. “Are we there?”“Yes, sweetheart.” I brushed a hand over his hair. “We're here.”“Is Rissa better?” He looked at his sister and I swallowed.Her little face was flushed, her lashes resting against her cheeks. She had been awake when we passed the last town, but the fever had worn her down. Every now and then, she whimpered in her sleep, and each tiny sound made my chest tighten.“We're going to get her checked, okay?” I muttered instead. Thane nodded, although his expression remained troubled.I stood carefully, adjusting Rissa against my shoulder before reaching for our bags. My entire body ached. My back was stiff,
Caspian “Thank you.” she finally let out. She'd said just two words, but they were quiet and reluctant, and somehow, they hurt more than if she had cursed me.I had spent five years imagining what I would do if I ever saw her again.I had imagined anger, I had imagined demanding answers and I had imagined asking her why she had left me to bury her in my mind while she continued living somewhere under the same sky, but not once had I imagined her thanking me for helping her sick child.Not once had I imagined being grateful for two words.“I'll meet you there,” I said.“You don't have to come yourself.”I stared at the phone and there it was again. That distance, that careful attempt to keep me on the other side of a line she had drawn long before I knew she was still alive.“I know.”“Then why are you coming?”Because I needed to see her, because I needed to know she was real, because the thought of her disappearing again was something I couldn't bear to examine.Because I had sp
Caspian I stared at the wall and I immediately understood. It wasn't anger or accusation in her tone, but something worseDistrust.I wanted to ask her how she could say that to me. How she could question whether I would help her when I had spent five years searching for a woman I believed I had failed to save.But she didn't know that. Or perhaps she did, and it meant nothing to her now.Either way, this wasn't the time.“I won't,” I said, because it was the only answer I could give her without lying.“Mama…” A faint sound came through the phone.“Rissa?” Kaitlyn's breathing changed. “I'm here, baby.”“She keeps getting hotter,” Kaitlyn whispered to me this time and I looked at Octavian.He had stopped typing and was listening now, his phone held against his ear as someone spoke to him on the other end.“Put her on the phone,” I said.“What?”Kaitlyn went quiet.“Let me speak to Rissa.”“Why?” The question was immediate and defensive and I understood it.I had no right to demand
Caspian “Caspian….” For two seconds, I forgot how to breathe.I stood in the middle of my office, phone pressed against my ear, staring at nothing.That voice.No.It couldn't be.I had spent five years learning how to live with the memory of that voice. Five years trying to forget the way it sounded when she laughed, when she whispered my name, when she was angry enough to spit it at me like a curse.Five years trying to forget the last time I had heard it in my head while standing beside a river that had swallowed the woman I loved.Daisy was dead.I had watched her disappear.I had searched until the search teams stopped believing there was anything left to find. I had paid people to comb through riverbanks, question strangers, and follow rumors across borders. I had kept going long after everyone else had accepted what I couldn't.There had been no body, but there had also been no Daisy.Until now.“Say that again.” My fingers tightened around the phone.I could hear faint sta
Caspian I had spent the last several hours trying to identify the person who had decided to make my life difficult, and by the time the clock passed midnight, I was no closer to an answer.That only made me angrier.I stood behind my desk, staring at the photographs spread across it.The first showed Thane at the carnival, the second showed Rissa, and the third was a grainy image pulled from a nearby security camera.It showed a man in dark clothes, standing at a distance but watching.“Again.” My jaw tightened.“Sir?” The investigator standing across from me straightened.“Go through the footage again.” My voice wasn't loud, and honestly, it didn't need to be. “We've already reviewed it twice.”“Then review it a third time.” I snapped before he could finish. “Of course.” He nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”I picked up another photograph and this one held Thane. My fingers tightened around the edge as I thought, someone had approached him and someone had known his name.That alone wa
Daisy The moment I saw the words on the mirror, I stopped thinking.I didn't investigate, I didn't check the closet and I didn't search beneath the bed or wonder whether whoever had written the message was still inside the room.I was a mother.Someone had entered our room while my children slept and that was all I needed to know.I turned away from the mirror, ran and shoved the bathroom door open so hard it slammed against the wall.“Thane. Rissa. Wake up.” Neither of them moved and my heart slammed against my ribs. “Wake up.”I crossed the room and shook Thane's shoulder.“Mama?” His eyes opened slowly.“Get dressed.” I let out immediately. “What?” He blinked at me.“Get dressed.”“Mama, what happened?” Rissa stirred beside him, rubbing her eyes.“We're leaving.”“Mama,” Thane pushed himself upright. “But it's night.”“I know.”“Then why are we leaving?” His little face creased with confusion. “Where are we going?”“Somewhere else.”“Now?”“Yes.” I was already moving. “Now.”
FourDaisy The clearing had gone so quiet I could hear my own pulse in my ears.“I want her.” Even in a million years,I never thought I'd hear those words,not from Nathan, and definitely not from the Greek god in human form; Caspian.His voice didn’t need to be loud. It carried anyway, low, contr
Daisy's PovThe morning sun felt like a spotlight on my guilt. I woke up tangled in dark silk sheets. The heavy weight of an arm was draped across my waist. Caspian was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. In the daylight, the black ink creeping up his neck looked even mor
CaspianThe Crimson Cycle hits every Lycan male on the winter solstice. It is a biological curse. A fever in the blood that demands violence or a mate. Usually, I lock myself in the palace vaults and sweat it out. I suppress the beast. My twin brother, Octavian, always had a way of handling his cyc
DaisyThe smell of pine and expensive cologne always made my stomach turn, but tonight it was suffocating. The Hall was draped in silver and black silk for the Lunar Awakening. It was the night every shifter in the Blood Moon pack waited for. The night the future Alpha turned twenty five and finall







