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
Footsteps approached. I didn’t turn. I knew who it was.Serene stopped beside me, folding her arms. “You’re quiet again.”“Not used to pack gatherings,” I said flatly.“Hmm.” She looked up at the moon, her expression unreadable. “You remind me of someone I once knew. Someone who carried too much pai
Winter’s POVThe first rays of dawn crept through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the room. Tyron’s arm was draped heavily across my waist, pinning me like an anchor. His breathing was deep, steady—thank the goddess. For once, no jolts awake, no cursing at shadows, no sharp demand for spac
“Don’t start with me, Serene,” Dad muttered.“I already did,” she replied smoothly, walking over to drop the broken pen into the bin. Then she looked at me. “Winter. Explain.”I did, slower this time, carefully choosing words. “He wants to help. And he said Casey should join too.”“Absolutely not.”
“Do you think the gods are trying to say something?” I asked, my words small, fragile.He hesitated. “I think the gods have better timing than to send a message that wakes my wife up screaming at midnight.”Despite myself, I laughed. It came out cracked and wet, but it broke through the tightness in







