Worry engulfs my mind with a pervasive unease, spawning a cascade of anxious thoughts that weave through my consciousness like a spider's web. There is a haunting preoccupation with potential negative outcomes—a relentless replay of worst-case scenarios—that fuels a deep-seated restlessness. The un

Nixon's team held a wealth of information, an intricate tapestry woven from the threads of intelligence and surveillance. The collaboration was not merely a strategic move but a lifeline, connecting our supernatural realms in a delicate dance of survival. I believed in the strength of unity—the pote

But I chose to accept it with all my heart, even if it was already dead. I still can’t comprehend the reason behind all of this, but I’m sure that trying to keep Xander breathing will be the biggest and most correct decision I’ve ever made. Because my dreams kept haunting me, I tried to find someon

"Ethan," I uttered his name with a softness that mirrored the gentle hush of the night outside. He turned towards me, his eyes reflecting a blend of emotions, from the burden of responsibility to the unspoken hope that clung to the edges of his gaze. "Mommy C," he acknowledged the weight of address

As Alpha, Ethan would guide us through the trials that lay ahead. His capability, coupled with the collaboration we were forging with the Silver Moon Pack, laid the groundwork for a resilient alliance against impending threats. The room, once filled with uncertainty, now radiated a sense of collecti