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
Winter's POVBefore the PartyThe morning light filtered through the half-open blinds, painting the room in pale gold. I was awake before it hit me fully, the soreness in my body reminding me I wasn’t just imagining yesterday’s chaos. My side ached where Tyron had held me, where the bandages beneath
Asher's POV The mansion was alive with noise, laughter, clinking glasses, the low thrum of music from the great hall, and the constant chatter of pack members toasting the “twins’ day.” My sixteenth birthday. Aria’s too. Initiation rituals done, alpha-line markings fresh on our arms, oaths sworn un
She stared at the food. “You brought… all that?”“Figured you were starving. Pasta’s cold, but it’s good. Cake’s the best part, leche flan. Mom’s recipe. And wine.” I pulled the bottle out. “Thought you might want a glass.”Her eyes softened. “You didn’t have to.”“Yeah, I did.” I grabbed two plasti
WinterThe garden shed smelled like old wood and damp earth. The iron latch rattled every time something heavy slammed against the outer wall, hybrids, circling, testing, their claws scraping like nails on a chalkboard. Luca’s cries were muffled against Nova’s chest; she rocked him desperately, whis







