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
People whisper.They stare.Even after the Alphas and Betas have broken up the fight, their eyes remain fixed on me—as if I was the one on the floor, bleeding.Zander has been dragged into an empty room.Mark? Taken to the pack clinic.Yeah, the injuries are that bad. Zander didn’t just fight him—he
Two Weeks LaterFourteen days since I returned to the pack house, and I am healing. Ria has been active lately. Each time I have a panic attack, she is there to comfort me, always proving that we are one—no matter what.Marcus has been my anchor, but unfortunately, he had to leave. He had business
I wake up feeling hands around me. I try to move, but the grip tightens.The person behind me groans, and a ghost of a smile appears on my lips.I look out the window, watching the rays of sunlight penetrate through the glass.The birds are chirping, and the leaves look greener from last night’s rai
The first person I see when I open my eyes is Zander.He is hovering over me, his gaze unreadable, filled with an unknown emotion."What are you doing? Why are you here? Where is my mom?" I ask, my voice hoarse."Tell me why you had a panic attack when I touched you?" he counters."I asked you a que







