LOGIN“You should eat,” I said after a while. “Even a little. Breakfast. Mom made some.”He shook his head. “I can’t.”“Tyron,” I said firmly. “You need it. Your body, your mind, they can’t function if you don’t.”He exhaled slowly, eyes flicking to mine. “You’re bossy today.”“Someone has to be,” I repli
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
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
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







