LOGINI was born able to see the colors of the bonds between wolves. The deeper the love, the closer the link came to crimson. When a heart began to waver, it faded to pale pink. When only habit and responsibility remained, it turned gray-white. When I was seven, my father brought another woman home, saying she only needed our pack’s temporary protection. From that day on, the link between him and my mother grew dimmer. My mother’s wolf fell silent, and her health deteriorated. The day she died, the light connecting them vanished. Years later, my brother marked his longtime girlfriend and formed a mate bond with her. Yet the light on his side was only pale pink. I warned him not to promise her forever if he did not love her. He insisted he would honor their bond and care for his mate. Less than six months later, he found another woman. After seeing so many links fade, I knew my gift never lied. I wanted someone who would keep choosing me, no matter how many years passed. Then I met Rhys Calder. He was the youngest head of security in the Greybridge Pack and a former border operative. Everyone said he was cold and exacting, a man who never allowed anyone close. Yet the first time we met, the link extending from him to me burned a brilliant red. After that, he picked me up from work every day, waited two hours for me in a storm, and once drove across half of Greybridge just to bring me flowers. Eventually, I accepted him. For seven years after we formed our mate bond, that link remained deep red. Rhys remembered that I loved the almond croissants from the bakery on the corner. He decorated the terrace himself on my birthdays. Every time he left Greybridge on an assignment, he brought gifts home for Jamie and me. I thought I had finally found the love I wanted. Then Rhys returned from a mission two weeks ago. When I helped him out of his coat, an unfamiliar rose scent clung to the fabric. At that moment, the link extending from him to me seemed to dim.
View MoreBy winter, Ruth no longer worried that I might close the store.We had repaired the front window, filled the shelves, and made room for a small reading table. Children came in after school to look at books while their parents shopped. Some days were busy. Some were not. I knew how to plan for both.On Thursday mornings, Ruth read stories to the youngest children while their parents bought groceries. I took over the register on those days. She had spent years keeping the store open by herself; now she could sit down and enjoy the part of the work she loved most.The café in my mother's second property renewed its lease. That income helped keep the store running without turning every quiet afternoon into a crisis.It was not the life I had imagined when I first arrived in Seabrook. I liked it more than I expected.Jamie settled in too. He learned the names of the boats in the harbor and made a friend who lived three doors down. His repaired wolf sat on the shelf above his bed, its crooke
Two weeks after Rhys checked the recordings, a letter arrived at the store.The return address was a town west of Greybridge. I recognized Sloane's handwriting before I opened it.She wrote that she and Milo had left the Calder estate and were staying with her sister. Rhys had paid for the move, but she was looking for work outside the Security Division. She had told Milo that they were leaving because she could no longer work for Rhys. She had not told him that any of it was Jamie's fault.The rest of the letter was an apology.Sloane admitted that she had grabbed my mother's jewelry case and let herself fall when she heard Rhys approaching. She also knew Milo had taken Jamie's toy, though she had allowed Rhys to believe otherwise. She had been afraid of losing the protection Rhys gave her, she wrote. That fear did not excuse what she had done.At the bottom of the page, she added that Milo had asked whether he could send Jamie a new wolf. She had told him it was not theirs to replace
Rhys's message arrived while I was closing the store.I read it once, then put my phone in my pocket. Ruth was counting the register, and a delivery still needed to be checked. The truth had always been available to Rhys. I could not make it the center of another day simply because he had finally looked for it.Over the following week, the store found a rhythm.Ruth handled the suppliers she had worked with for years. I took over the unanswered orders and made sure she no longer had to pay for stock herself. Together, we cleared a corner by the window for children's books.Some mornings were quiet enough that I worried we had made a mistake reopening. On others, fishermen came in before sunrise for coffee and supplies, and local families stopped by on their way home. I was still learning their names.Jamie came after school with Lena and did his homework at the little table behind the counter. He liked being allowed to stamp the store's name on paper bags.One afternoon, he watched me
Rhys returned to Greybridge that night.He had told Maren he knew she was injured. What he had not told her was that he had spent the entire drive to Seabrook remembering the moment he pushed her. He remembered the sound of her striking the counter.He had heard it and kept walking.At the estate, he went straight to the security room. "Pull the storage-room footage from the day Sloane hurt her shoulder," he told the guard.The guard hesitated. "Rhys, we reviewed the corridor camera after the incident. No one asked for the camera inside the room.""I'm asking now."The recording began with Maren kneeling beside a box. Sloane entered a few minutes later and reached for the jewelry case in Maren's hands.They argued. The camera did not record sound, but their movements were clear. Sloane caught the case. Maren pulled it back.Then footsteps approached from the corridor. Sloane turned toward the door, released the case, and threw herself backward into the cabinet.Rhys entered a second la






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