In Tyr's Footsteps Novels & Stories

I try to support Ryan. Instead, she glares at me. “Thankful, my foot!” She places the jug of orange juice with force on the counter and makes her way out of the kitchen. “Irene, please, clean it up. I’m too tired right now.” No surprise there. I wonder why I even expect anything other than the obvious. It’s so stupid how I always tend to hold onto hope that things may change for the better. I take the broom and dustpan to throw away the glass pieces but mum immediately comes back.

How annoying. “Stop right there! Maya!” Stephanie continued to chase after Maya at the busy street of Russia. The streets were packed as a music festival arrived in Russia. Everyone was outside with their body glitters and colorful clothing, and it was too crowded and too noisy. Stephanie lost sight of Maya a couple of times.

The boy's eyes darted to mine, caught between embarrassment and curiosity. I smiled and waved him over. "Hey there," I called softly. "Would you like to join me?" He didn't move, just stared at me with a mixture of longing and suspicion. This cautious gaze inexplicably made me feel a twinge of pain. I set down my fork and walked over, then crouched in front of him so we were eye to eye. Up close, his features were even more striking. "I'm Audrey," I said, keeping my voice gentle. "And I have way too much food for just one person. Would you like to share my dinner with me?"

KEIRA’S POV I walked toward the center of the hall, my heels clicking softly against the polished floor. The spotlight followed me, and a ripple of applause traveled through the crowd, warm and bright, yet it felt strangely distant. Every step I took seemed heavier than the last, my heart fluttering as I tried to focus on the smiles around me rather than the emptiness I felt searching for Drake’s face. But as I scanned the room, I realized he wasn’t here. Not yet.

In five years with Joric, I'd felt passion, love, and attachment. But never this. Never this deep, earth-shattering pull. Never the feeling of a lost part of my soul finally clicking into place. The tears finally fell, silent and hot against his back. Torin kept moving forward. I didn't know where we were going. I didn't know what was waiting for me. And in that moment, I knew. My wolf was pulling me forward. And anywhere was better than looking back.

The man who now owned her by blood and bond. Fury surged. She wanted to drive her forehead into his and never stop, but her limbs refused every command. His eyes flashed that cold, steely blue—another of the twins’ unnatural holds locking her in place. Her mouth, however, remained free. She spat the last of the blood across his face. They clearing went utterly still. Shock rippled through the crowd. For one frozen second even Kaela felt the weight of what she had done. This might not end as a claiming. It might end as an execution.

Especially with males who have always gotten their way and previously only used one way to settle an argument. Tye is supposed to be helping me get rid of the sofa, but Killian gave an alpha command to “stop,” so now Tye’s standing at the top of the ramp Killian built to replace our front steps, blocking me from shoving the foul thing the rest of the way out of our cabin.

Still, he defaulted to the same old tricks by lowering his voice, trying to coax me, "Come on, don't be mad. I'll buy you that latest bag you were eyeing last time when I get back." Then he strode over, scooped Tiffany up, and carried her through the crowd. Maybe he thought I was just throwing a tantrum throughout the whole conversation. But I never throw tantrums. When someone crossed my line, I never hesitated to walk away. Tiffany curled into his chest, trembling. But just before they disappeared through the door, she turned her head and shot me a triumphant look. I caught the movement of her lips as she mouthed the words: "Your husband sure knows how to take care of a woman. And he's goo

KAYLA My feet felt as if they were glued to the floor, heavy and stubborn, refusing to take even a single step closer to the man sitting at the table. My body was at war with itself; my mind told me to run, but my insides ached for the very touch I was trying to forget. I hesitated, feeling the weight of the morning heat combined with the intensity of his gaze. I could feel his eyes boring into me, peeling away my layers until I felt completely exposed.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" "Thank April. She's the one enabling your recklessness." "I learned from the best," I mutter. Tyler's hand squeezes mine. Hard enough to hurt. But when I look at him, there's no anger. Just exhaustion and fear and a desperate, fragile hope. "Let me get Wade," he says. "He'll help carry you down." "You can carry me. You always do." "Not down two hundred stone steps with my—" Tyler cuts himself off. Fast. But not fast enough.