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
WinterI don’t know how long I sat on the floor before I heard the knock.Soft. Careful.Like whoever was on the other side wasn’t sure if I would answer.Or if I even wanted to see anyone at all.I didn’t move.For a second I thought if I stayed quiet, they would leave.Another knock came, a littl
TyronThe streets were quieter than I expected. Even in the city, at this hour, the chaos of humans,thinking cars, shouts, sirens,felt distant, muffled, as if the city itself knew not to disturb me. My heart thumped in my chest like a drum, every beat echoing my dread and my hope. I had the address
Tyrone The door opened, and my heart slammed against my ribs. She stepped inside, eyes scanning the room until they locked on me. Every step she took radiated tension, distance, fury. I could feel it.“You’re here,” she said, voice flat. Not disbelief, not surprise-flat. Resentment. Contempt.“Yes,
TyronThe city smelled of asphalt and car exhaust, a strange change from the cold, sharp scent of the forest I had called home my entire life. I didn’t like it here, didn’t belong here, but it was the only place left for me and my family after everything, the blood, the battles, the betrayal.Mom ke







