LOGINTyrone That was all it took to go from the life I used to have… to the one I had fought like hell to earn back.And I would fight for it again if I had to.Every single time.“Dad! Dad! Mommy! Mommy!”Ayila’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts as she jumped up and down next to me, her little hands
Tyrone I stood at the edge of the auditorium, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my jacket, trying to keep them from shaking. My heart was beating harder than it ever had in any fight, any battle, any patrol I had ever done. And that was saying something, because I’d faced death more times th
“I don’t know how you do it,” I said softly, watching them. “She’s… she’s so full of life. So… fearless.”Tyron glanced at me, smiling gently. “She is. And she’s lucky. Because she has two people who… who would fight the world for her.”My chest tightened. I wanted to believe that, to feel safe with
WinterThe morning light spilled through the tall windows of my aunt and uncle’s mansion, painting the polished floors with gold streaks. I sat at the small breakfast nook with a steaming mug of coffee in my hands, listening to the soft sounds of Ayila’s tiny laughter echoing from the living room.T
Tyrone I know,” I whispered, the weight of my confession pressing down. “I know I failed you. I know I can’t take back what I did. I can’t… I can’t undo the deaths, the betrayal, the pain I caused. But I swear to you..every day since then, I’ve been trying. Trying to rebuild… trying to be worthy of
Tyrone The mansion was quiet except for the hum of the city outside. I stood in the doorway of the living room, hands fisted at my sides, heart hammering so hard I thought it would shatter my ribs. She was sitting on the edge of the sofa, her legs crossed, arms folded, eyes distant...watching the s
AsherThe evening after the fight felt like walking through fog.I pushed open the door to our room, Nova behind me carrying Luca, both of us exhausted down to our bones. The hospital had been chaos: doctors stitching, healers chanting, the smell of blood and antiseptic thick in the air. My side was
WinterMy power moved before my body did.It wasn’t a decision. It wasn’t even a thought.It was instinct. Pain turning into magic before I could stop it.The air around Tyron shifted.At first it was subtle, just a tremor in the space between us, like the world itself had inhaled and forgotten ho
TyronIt had been two days since the attack.Two days since the courtyard turned into a graveyard. Two days since Malashcar died. Two days since Isla died. Two days since I told the man I loved that I never wanted to see his face again.And I still hadn’t left my room.Not once.The curtains were
Winter.I’d been planning it for weeks.Not because I was ready-gods, I wasn’t-but because I was running out of time. Every day the secret grew heavier, every night Winter woke up gasping from nightmares she wouldn’t talk about, every time she looked at me with that quiet, searching look, I felt the







