MasukDave, who had seemingly materialized out of thin air, sprinted toward us to help. The intruder startled by the growls of numerous werewolves roused by Dave's cries fled the scene."You coward! Guards! Catch that intruder!" Dave bellowed, his voice echoing through the room. He then extended his hand to me.Healer Cruz, who had been nearby, hurried over, his brow furrowed in confusion. "A surprise attack?" he asked, concerned about lacing his tone."Luna, are you alright? You're bleeding." Dave fretted, trying to stem the flow of blood from my palm."I'm fine. Please, check the perimeter," I panted, my mind racing with worry. "Someone kidnapped Sawyer."Healer Cruz's expression twisted in disbelief. "How could young Master Sawyer be kidnapped, Luna?""Someone broke into their room and snatched him," I gasped, my heart pounding. "Asher is safe, I told him to hide in Nolan’s room. Nolan is chasing the kidnapper, but I'm so worried."Healer Cruz's eyes widened. "We must act swiftly. Luna,
I was taken aback by the sound I heard, so Nolan and I raced to Sawyer and Asher's room. As soon as the door was flung open, a silver belt flew straight for me, but Nolan, who had returned in a flash, swatted it away with lightning-fast reflexes. The man then shoved Asher roughly and dragged Sawyer out of the room through a shattered window."What the hell is going on here?" I demanded, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared after the man who had just kidnapped Sawyer.I knelt down beside Asher, who was still sobbing on the floor."Asher, are you okay?" I whispered gently, trying to keep my voice steady. I reached out to touch his shoulder, offering him what little comfort I could.He nodded, but his eyes were still filled with tears. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as I looked at him."It's going to be okay, Asher," I assured him, my voice soft and soothing. "We'll find Sawyer and make sure he's safe."Nolan's eyes were narrowed in determination as he scanned the room f
Nolan took the paper. After reading its content, his jaw tensed as if he had just heard the drums of war. "Who threw this in?"I gave my head a firm shake. "I didn't check.""Tend to your arm cut by the broken glass. I'll be out now.""No," I whispered, gripping the edge of my nighties until my knuckles turned white. "I won't be tended to while danger prowls in the shadows. If you step outside that door, I'm with you. We face what comes... together."The urgency in my voice felt like a distant echo in the vast expanse of our shared determination.Nolan's eyes softened, a stark contrast to the rigidity that had taken over his posture."Listen," he began, his voice laced with an intensity that made the air around us crackle, "You possess a gift, one that's as beautiful as it is dangerous. There are those who lurk in the shadows, not just to seek out this gift but to extinguish its light. My purpose, my sworn duty, is to ensure that never happens."He paused, the weight of his blue gaze
"What are you doing here, sweetheart?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck as I walked closer.Asher held up his treasures like a little king presenting his crown: a perfectly ripe avocado, its creamy green flesh smooth and rich, beside a slice of whole wheat bread with a golden crust. "Can you feed me, Mom?""Of course." I smiled, warm and soft, and took the plate from his small hands. "Has Sawyer had dinner yet? Or is he still waiting?""He's already asleep," Asher announced proudly. "He did everything Mr. Frost told him to do!"I lifted an eyebrow as I spooned the warm food into his eager mouth. "Mr. Fork?"Behind me, I heard Nolan chuckle—a low, muffled sound, like he was trying hard not to burst out laughing. "It's Frost, pumpkin. Not Fork."I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Kids always twist names when they can't say them right."Asher giggled at the whole thing, but then his face grew curious. He turned to Nolan with wide eyes, a question already forming on his lips."Dad?"My
"What happened, Dave?"I hurried after Dave as we made our way back to the sprawling mansion. The moment we reached the terrace, my heart dropped. Nolan was sitting there, slumped over, his head hanging low. Like someone defeated by something terrible."Nolan, what happened to you?"I rushed to his side, my eyes falling to his hand. A deep gash ran across his skin, raw, jagged and unmistakable a werewolf claws. He'd been in a brutal fight. I knew it the second I saw the wound."Lycan!" Dave's voice cut through the night. "I'll fetch a healer. Lori, get him to the living room right now!"Dave sprinted off, his footsteps fading fast into the darkness.I wrapped my arm around Nolan's broad back and practically dragged him inside. His weight was immense, but adrenaline pushed me forward. I eased him onto the couch and carefully peeled off his jacket. My breath caught in my throat.Long scratches they carved through his skin like someone had tried to tear him apart.And those bright blue e
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nolan,” I whispered, my voice trembling like dry leaves in a storm. I couldn’t look at him. So I stared out the window instead—at the moon slicing through the trees like a silver blade. “Why won’t you just answer me, Lori?” His voice was ice wrapped around fire. “I… I don’t understand what you’re asking.” My words barely made it past my lips. Before I could blink, his hand shot out—fingers gripping my jaw, forcing my face toward his. His eyes burned gold, pupils slit like a predator’s. Rage coiled in every line of his body. A shiver tore down my spine. “Don’t lie to me,” he growled, voice cracking under the weight of something raw and wounded. “I’ve seen it—in the way you watch me when you think I’m not looking. In the way your fingers linger when you hand me coffee. We have a family, Lori. Twins. How can you stand there and say you feel nothing?” My breath hitched. “I’m not lying,” I managed, steadier now,







