I hear Jason exhale sharply, but he doesn’t argue further. The stone comes loose in my hand, heavier than I expected. I glance toward the cell door, my heart pounding. Whatever happens, I can’t let Victor win. I need to get to Jason. As I grip the stone tightly, the sound of Victor’s laughter ec
STACY. “But wait—what’s the plan before we charge in there?” I ask, grabbing Jason’s arm to stop him. Jason turns his head slightly, a wry smirk tugging at his lips. “The plan?” he echoes, his voice low and calm despite the tension crackling around us. “The plan not to shift because this is a sm
Victor’s eyes gleam with cruel satisfaction as he pulls a blade from his belt. He lunges forward, the blade flashing in the dim light, and sinks it into Jason’s side. Jason lets out a strangled sound, dropping to one knee. “No!” The word rips from my throat as I see him collapse, clutching his sid
JASON. (Days later and Jason is still in a coma) I’m walking, or at least I think I’m walking dressed in a long sleeved white gown. The ground beneath me feels strange, almost weightless, as if I’m floating. Where am I and where is Stacy? I glance around looking for her until I notice there’s
The warmth of Stacy's embrace fades as she sits back down beside me, wiping at her tear-streaked face. My chest tightens at the thought of how much she’s been through while I was unconscious. I reach for her hand, threading my fingers with hers. “How is our son? Has he seen me like this?” I ask, m
STACY. I can’t stop smiling. Every breath Jason takes feels like a miracle, every groggy word he speaks is a gift I never thought I’d receive again. The doctors had been grim, their faces tight with concern every time they checked on him. 'The poison from the dagger was too strong,' they had sa
I glare at him, annoyed by his playful tone, and give his shoulder a light smack. “Stop teasing me.” “Ouch!” he exclaims, wincing as he grabs his shoulder. His grimace makes my stomach twist with guilt. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I apologize quickly, leaning down
STACY. Two days later, we’re finally discharged from the hospital. The fresh air feels incredible as we step outside, and though I’m relieved Jason is recovering well, my thoughts are entirely focused on one thing—our son, Liam. The drive to Jason’s parents’ house feels longer than it should. Ja
He nods quickly, his smirk gone, replaced by fear. I drop him back into the chair and turn to Mark. “Get him out of my sight. I don’t want him anywhere near this pack.” Mark nods, motioning for two guards to take the man away. As they drag him out, I stand there, my fists clenched, my mind racing
DANIEL. The next morning, light filters through the curtains, bathing my bedroom in a muted golden glow while I sit on the edge of the bed, watching Hannah as she sleeps, her face pale but peaceful. She shifts slightly, her hand clutching the blanket as if it’s the only thing keeping her safe. Wor
“What is an outsider trying to do? She’s not fit to be helping here,” someone murmurs just out of earshot, though their disdain carries. “You are right. What will the Alpha's bitch do differently here?” “Nothing…” “Yes, nothing… The Alpha must be bewitched.” Their words sting, each one like
HANNAH. The nausea hits me like a tidal wave, relentless and unyielding that I barely make it to the bathroom before my stomach revolts, expelling everything I’d eaten today. My hands grip the edge of the sink as I gasp for air, my reflection in the mirror pale and clammy. How could I ruin to
I take her hand, squeezing it gently. Now is the time I show her that I will choose her over my mother if I had to. “Enough talk about my mom, come with me. I’ve got something that will cheer you up.” She raises an eyebrow but follows me downstairs and out into the garden. The space is lit with s
DANIEL. Sitting in my home office, I rub my temples as I reread the anonymous notes Hannah received earlier. The words are etched in my mind, taunting me. ‘Leave Daniel before it's too late.’ Whoever sent them isn’t just trying to scare her. They’re trying to drive a wedge between us. And that m
Her words land like a blow, but I keep my voice steady. “Every Luna brings her own strengths to the role.” “True,” Margaret says, though her tone suggests otherwise… Hannah -2, Margaret -1. After lunch, she shows me the pack nursery which is alive with the sound of giggles and playful growls as p
HANNAH. “Let me make one thing clear, Hannah,” Margaret’s voice cuts through the stillness as we step into the foyer. She turns to face me, her sharp features illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the window. “I don’t want you running to Daniel every time we have a conversation. It will o
HANNAH. Minutes later, the dining room is filled with the comforting aroma of fresh pastries and freshly brewed coffee. I savor the quiet moment with Daniel, relishing the way his gaze holds mine, as though nothing else in the world matters. “Do you think your pack will ever get used to me?” I tea