LOGINShe 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
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
Winter winced as Mira peeled back the bandage on her stomach. “Sorry.”“Don’t apologize,” Zander growled, stepping closer. “Just don’t do it again.”Serene squeezed Winter’s hand. “We thought we’d lost you.”Winter managed a weak smile. “Takes more than that.”I stood, legs unsteady, and crossed to
Tyron's POV The eastern border was eerily quiet when we arrived. No growls. No rustling in the underbrush. No scent of rot and black magic hanging thick in the air like it should have been. Just the wind moving through the pines and the faint metallic tang of old blood on the claw marks gouged into
Tyron's POV The hospital room smelled like antiseptic and faded flowers...Mom had brought a fresh vase of white lilies yesterday, but even they couldn’t cover the sterile bite in the air. I hadn’t left this chair in days. My back ached, my eyes burned from staring at the same pale walls, the same s
My stomach flipped in a way that had nothing to do with fear.He stepped inside, closed the door quietly behind him. “It’s just me.”I swallowed. “You look… different.”He glanced down at himself, rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. Ritual stuff. Mom made us dress up a little before the real thing t







