NoahThe morning sun was bright and the birds were chirping cheerfully, but a dark cloud loomed over Noah’s head as he stormed out of the house. The front door banged shut behind him, echoing in the peaceful air.“You shouldn’t have locked her up like that,” his wolf growled. “It’s not right. Especi
“I know,” Viona said softly. “And I told her that. But she was so scared, so convinced that you would take the baby away from her. I knew it was wrong to keep you in the dark, but I couldn’t betray my friend. I’m sorry, Alpha.”Noah sighed, feeling some of his anger deflate. As much as he and Viona
HannahI sat alone in my room, my face buried in my knees as I sobbed endlessly. The silence of the house was deafening, broken only by my occasional hiccups and sniffles. Noah had been gone for hours, and with each passing minute, my anxiety grew.He was probably calling the police. I would likely
I set the food down, whatever appetite I’d previously had gone. “You can’t just decide that—”“I am the Alpha, and I will decide.”His tone was gruff, brooking no argument. I wanted to bite out a retort, but the words died before they even reached my tongue.“So you just think you’re going to get ‘b
HannahI woke up early the next morning, fully intending to slip away to my appointment without Noah. I showered and dressed quickly, my hands shaking slightly as I grabbed my car keys. As I crept down the hallway, I listened for any sign of Noah, but the house was blissfully silent.Good, I thought
And now… Now here it was, healthy and alive, with the tiniest beating heart that I could have ever imagined.I was vaguely aware of Noah gripping my arm tightly, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen.For a moment, I almost reached for Noah’s hand, seeking some sort of connection in this
Hannah“Hannah, are you sure about this?” Noah whispered. “What if we get caught?”I turned to him, placing one finger over my lips. Glancing over both shoulders to make sure no one was looking, I carefully pulled the side door open, taking care to not make a sound as we slipped inside the hospital.
The boy that fifteen-year-old me had fallen in love with.With trembling hands, I unfolded one of the letters, the paper soft and worn from years of reading and rereading.“Dear Hannah,” it began. “My mom passed this morning. I can’t thank you enough for what you did for me this summer. Taking me to