Worth The Fighting For Novels & Stories

My heart lights up like a Christmas tree. Wesley watches me, whispering. "I don't know—some things are worth fighting for, wouldn't you agree?"

Landon felt his stomach roll from the thought that Vincent was trying to stake his claim on his mate. Landon fought down his wolf from punching the man in the face and stalking over to Brooklyn to claim what he wanted. Landon instead stuffed his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels. “I wish I was looking at her, that would have been a much better view.” Landon shot a sly wink at Vincent and felt slightly victorious that he coaxed a groan from the man. “No, I was looking at the guy over there messing with the conveyor system. Are you having problems with it?”

Changed but intact. That's what matters. That's what we fought for. That's what we saved. Life. At any cost. In any form. Always worth it.

Willing to work through the hard stuff, to forgive the unforgivable, to trust again despite every reason not to. Because in the end, family—chosen or blood—was worth fighting for. And we had so much worth fighting for.

“For not giving up. For fighting. For believing when I couldn’t.” “That’s what I do. That’s what I’ll always do.” “I know. And I’ll spend the rest of my life being worthy of it.” “You already are.”

I can’t afford to lose. “You’re wasting your strength,” they scoff, their sword slashing through the air. “Why fight when you know how this ends?” “Because I have something worth fighting for,” I respond, my voice rough with wrath. “Something you’ll never understand.” The words hit harder than any strike, and for a time, they falter. It’s enough. I lunge, my sword striking its mark. They stagger, their eyes wide with amazement. “You… think this changes anything?” they gasp.

Not because I'm exceptional, but because I refused to accept limitations others imposed and found allies willing to fight alongside me. *You believed I could do this before I fully believed it myself. That faith carried me through moments when I wanted to give up, when fighting felt too costly, when I questioned whether proving a point was worth the personal cost. I'm writing this to tell you that it was worth it. Not just for me, but for every wolf who'll have easier paths because I fought these battles.*

She was handed a hefty envelope of cash, even bigger than most I'd won before she managed to push her way through the swarm of people and out towards the cars. Despite the determination to find out who she was, I knew she'd be coming back again, given that there was not a hint of fear I could suspect through her body language, the very opposite to my first fight at the pits. "I'm impressed," Valentina announced with her arm linked into April's, waiting for my own fight to start, "I did not expect him to run out on her." "She didn't really win though," Tyler replies back, "she won by default, he forfeited."

Still fighting. And maybe that's worth something after all.

Something worth fighting for. Love. And war.