{~~Avery Sterling~~}I don’t know what woke me up. But I felt the familiar chill that would creep up my skin whenever my evil twin was around. But she wasn’t. Still, it woke me up. I couldn’t find logan anywhere in sight so I made my way up the stairs to sleep more comfortably on a bed. This place was beautiful by the way, I should say that.But I didn’t get the chance to explore. The position I found logan in was worrisome but it wasn’t as bad as the question he proceeded to ask me. It was never my intention to tell him about that.He stared at me with a mortified expression. I couldn’t tell what was going through his mind. “Look you don’t have to say anything. It’s not like I’m expecting you to fall for me or something-”“Come with me,” he said, cutting me off abruptly. I was even more confused, but I followed him. He led me back down the stairs, and down the hall into a room hidden at the end. It blended so well with the walls. He opened it and motioned for me to go in first. Stepp
{~~Avery Sterling~~}He was ravenous, but after dinner and a nap, Logan seemed to be a regular guy again. The transformation from the tense, almost feral state he was in before to the calm, composed man I knew was remarkable. So, we dressed in our bathing suits and went out to the docks to talk. The cool evening air brushed against our skin, promising a peaceful night ahead. This technically wasn’t a lake. The streams were clear, and I could hear a waterfall only a few miles to the east, its distant roar a comforting backdrop to our evening.The sun was setting, casting a golden glow across the water that shimmered like liquid fire. It was a sight straight out of a romantic painting, the kind that takes your breath away and makes you forget everything else. But tonight, it wasn’t just the scenery that had me mesmerized. The realization that Logan was going to try to make this work, that he was serious about us, made me let my guard down a little. For the first time in a long while, I
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan and I stayed by the lake for a few more minutes before he decided we should call it a night. I was feeling tense. My blood was hot as I thought about what he was planning for me. He wanted to fuck me like he should. My chest was heaving as my pulse quickened. I couldn’t forget about those words. It wasn’t easy to ignore such a bold statement. He took me to an outdoor jacuzzi. We were already dressed for the occasion but I wasn’t expecting to be here.Logan set a warm temperature for the jacuzzi, and we both dipped into it, the water immediately soothing my tense muscles. I hummed in pleasure, the warmth enveloping me like a comforting blanket. It was a perfect contrast to the cool evening air, the steam rising around us creating a surreal, intimate atmosphere.For the first time in a long while, I let my guard down around Logan. We had been through so much together, and this moment of calm felt like a rare gift. The gentle bubbling of the jacuzzi combined wi
{~~Avery Sterling~~}oh god, oh god. I panted, my eyes scanning the woods. Our empty surroundings, the forest were the only eyes that could see the man currently going down on me. The chilly air made my nipples hard and made it difficult for me to take in breaths silently.He had my legs spread apart, his tongue was magic. I couldn’t stop twitching and grinding my pussy into his thrusting appendage. I gripped the edges of the tub, keeping my body from slipping off as he licked, and fucked his tongue into me.It was a delicious pleasure I couldn’t get rid of. I didn’t want to get rid of it. I was enjoying the feeling. It feels like this was a good step towards us having a good relationship. He was right about the sex we’d had previously, it was more me being humiliated. Getting no pleasure from it. It was almost like it was there just to please him.What am I saying? That is exactly how it was. And it wasn’t going to change, well until now.I tried to keep my moans low, but it had been
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Waking up in Logan's arms was blissful. His warmth enveloped me like a protective cocoon, chasing away the remnants of last night's fears and uncertainties, and pleasures. The steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek, the gentle hum of his breath in my ear—it was all I needed to make me feel better. Every worry seemed to melt away as I nestled closer, savoring the rare peace this moment offered.Throughout the night, I found myself waking up intermittently, driven by an irrational fear that he might have changed his mind. Each time, I would open my eyes to the sight of his serene face, his arms still securely wrapped around me. Relief would wash over me, and I'd drift back to sleep, comforted by his presence. It was almost as if my subconscious couldn't quite believe that this newfound connection was real, and I had to keep reassuring myself that he was still there, holding me close. It's so weird that he hasn't left. That he hasn't cursed me. Last night
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The very next day, I found myself back at work. Ignoring my nightmare from before, and the way it seemed like i could practically sense my sister’s aura. The hospital was packed, and it felt as if every room and hallway were buzzing with activity. As the medic alpha, Logan’s presence was required for so many tasks, from critical patient care to overseeing complex medical procedures. Despite the overwhelming busyness, I felt a sense of relief and joy to be back in the thick of things, especially with the important fundraiser looming tomorrow. Logan had planned to announce the selected members of his team, who would be spearheading the search for a cure for Lycanthropic Decay Syndrome—a monumental occasion for our community, and hospital. But today, I focused on my immediate responsibilities, busying myself with the endless tasks that needed attention.I had just settled into the lab, surrounded by the familiar hum of equipment and the soft glow of monitors, when Sh
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I locked my office door behind me, feeling a wave of paranoia wash over me. My nerves were on edge, making me hyperaware of every sound and shadow. I checked the whole place, my eyes darting to every corner and crevice, ensuring that nothing was out of place. The window was next, and I peered through it, scanning the outside world for any signs of disturbance. Satisfied that everything was secure, I sat down and answered the call."Hey, Gareth—" I started, but he cut me off right away."I need your help. If you can stop by the station tonight, that would be fantastic. There isn't just a pattern to these killings. This man he's... I just feel like you might have the same assessment and it might disturb you even more. And I would also suggest a weapon to protect yourself. Just do as much as you can to stay safe. A press release will be coming out tomorrow morning."“What? That’ll send everyone into a mass panic. Will you guys be telling them the depths of the crimes
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I'm not sure I heard him right.Logan and I exchanged a shocked glance. This was the first patient at Heart Inc. suspected of having Lycanthropic Decay Syndrome. The implications were immense. We could study him, and gain valuable insights into the disease. He could be the key to us finally finding a cure. Many other doctors have tried but we were dipping our hands into it right now and there’s a good chance he might give us the break we need. But the personal history between us complicated everything. I really hated this guy, but the research opportunity was undeniable.Logan tugged me away, his grip gentle but insistent. He quickly responded to the doctor, instructing him to email all relevant information. Meanwhile, I was just stunned, my mind racing with the possibilities and the dangers.As we walked back to our offices, I texted Gareth to reschedule our meeting. /Something urgent came up. Need to push our meeting. I'll update you later./he responded a minut
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The waterfall is majestic and stunning. Logan suggested we go in naked since we’re the only ones here. I’ll admit, trusting a radically vegan hippie to plan my honeymoon was a bold and disturbing choice. Third year in college she lugged me off to the rain forest where we camped for six weeks so we could connect with the gods who brought us here.It was my worst summer vacation. Six long weeks. But I got so much work done that I felt like I came back even smarter. I love Agatha, but my goodness, her ideas of fun are always nature-like. The lack of wifi is going to kill me, but thank god I got another honeymoon present from Logan’s parents as an apology for the way they acted at the start of my marriage to their son.And that one is for two months on a cruise. We’ll be leaving for that after a week of getting eaten alive by mosquitoes.The water is cold, and the view is even better. I talk alot of crap about Agatha but the woman is far more connected to this world t
{~~Logan Grey~~}My honeymoon is not at all what I expected. It’s one of those situations where you step back and think, How did I not see this coming? But I guess that’s what happens when you go with the flow and don’t plan out every last detail, just trusting that things will fall into place. We decided not to bring Hope with us, even though part of me wanted her to be here. She’s spending the week with my parents—her grandparents—which feels like a huge milestone, not just for her, but for me too. Avery and I wanted this time to ourselves, to really celebrate our marriage without any distractions, to focus on us for a change.We’re an odd pair to most people, and I know some didn’t expect us to last, but we’ve made it work in ways that surprise even me sometimes. Over the last year, we’ve settled into this rhythm that’s become second nature. It’s a good rhythm, one that’s brought us closer, and made us stronger. It’s funny—when you think about it, but it feels like so much longer.
\One Year Later/{~~Avery Sterling~~}So, you know how little girls always dream about their wedding day? It’s supposed to be this big, magical event, where everything falls perfectly into place, and for some, it’s the pinnacle of their dreams, right? But not me. I never had those kinds of dreams. You know how my life was, how crappy my sister and parents treated me. There was never much room in my head for fantasies like that. Growing up, I couldn’t even imagine what marriage would feel like because I was too busy surviving and getting through the mess of my family. But, okay, maybe deep down, I had some dreams. Everyone does, right? I just never thought they’d come true.And marrying Logan Grey—that’s a whole different thing altogether. I mean, when we started planning the wedding, I was so overwhelmed. There were just so many details, and so many decisions, and with everything I’ve been through, I just didn’t have the energy to care about floral arrangements or seating charts. So, I
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The almost-car accident shakes me up more than I expected, but Logan is fine, and I’m fine. It all happened so fast, and yet I can still feel the pulse of my heartbeat in my throat when I think about it. That truck had come out of nowhere. The driver didn’t even slow down. Had I not tripped over that stone while I was looking for a signal on my phone and he’d come to check on me... logan would have died a painful death before my eyes.So of course I was a fucking mess. That driver is crazy. Did he not see the car? Why did the car even stop? What was wrong with the engine? I have like six million questions!He called Ryan to come get us. I was in his arms on the side of the road, watching as other cars drove around the wreckage. They don’t stop but look on surprised at the mess. Whoever that driver was I hope to god his truck breaks down and he’s fired. Because what the hell?He should have at least stopped. Panic fills me but so does anger. The panic wins though.
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan and I had left Hope in the hospital. The tiny bundle of life—so fragile, yet resilient—was resting safely in the nursery, surrounded by the quiet hum of machines and the gentle presence of nurses. We’d return tomorrow, once we were sure they’d had time to scan her brain and ensure she was truly safe for release. My heart ached to leave her, but it was necessary. Thank goodness she was a baby, still too young to understand fear in the way that we did. She wouldn’t know the anxiety, the sleepless nights, the never-ending worry. All she knew was warmth and the safety of sleep, cocooned in blankets too big for her tiny form.The snow had started falling again, soft and silent, covering the world in a layer of purity that felt both soothing and unsettling. Logan drove carefully through the winding streets, the heater on low, warming our chilled fingers. We didn’t speak much, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that sat between two peo
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I’m back in this beautiful pack, surrounded by familiar faces, and yet it feels so foreign after everything we’ve been through. the rain stopped while I was away and now we have a new season. The landscape is stunning, especially now, with the first snowfall of the season transforming the dense forest and the lake into a quiet, white wonderland. The snow blankets the ground in thick, untouched layers, making the whole world seem calm and serene, but cold—bitingly cold. It's as if the snow carries the weight of my worries. The weather has shifted dramatically over the past few days, moving from endless, gloomy rain to this sudden onset of winter. So, congratulations on freezing my butt off, even with all the layers I'm bundled in.Logan and I had spent last night at the lake house, a place of solace for us, trying to reconnect after everything that’s been thrown at us. It was bittersweet, those quiet moments by the fire, the crackling logs filling the air with warm
{~~Logan Grey~~}Avery is coming home today. Avery is coming home today. I’ve been repeating that sentence in my head for the past 48 hours, counting down the seconds like a kid waiting for Christmas morning. The excitement, the anticipation—it’s all bubbling up inside me, and I can barely sit still. I glance at the clock on my phone for what feels like the hundredth time, knowing it hasn't moved much since the last time I looked but somehow hoping the hands of time have sped up. It's been far too long since I’ve seen her.The air in the terminal is thick with the usual airport chaos—people rushing by, announcements echoing through the speakers, kids whining in the background—but it all fades into the background noise. I’m laser-focused, my heart pounding in sync with the roaring engines of planes outside. She’s been gone for weeks, and though it wasn’t that long, it feels like an eternity. We’ve been working tirelessly on the cure—sleepless nights, constant research, trial and error.
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Agatha and I had been at it for hours, possibly days, though the passage of time had become something of a blur in the dim, candlelit room. The air was thick with the scent of dried herbs and burning incense, their heady aromas mixing in a way that both calmed and invigorated me. I had never spent so much time in the presence of a witch doctor before—not like this, not in such an intimate setting where every movement, every word, every breath was part of a delicate and complex dance of life and death.I’d seen witchcraft before. In university, we had a professor who dabbled in the ancient arts, using it to enhance her knowledge of medicinal plants and natural remedies. It’s why i wished I’d been chosen to be a doctor, it would be so nice to be able to do so much than what a nurse can. But even she had never worked with the sheer precision and raw power that Agatha wielded. It was... mesmerizing. I couldn’t help but be drawn in, watching her every move, the way her
{~~Logan Grey~~}Two days without Avery isn't an eternity, but it sure feels like a long time. I’m surviving, or at least I think I am. Tonight, I’m having dinner at my parents' place, and the whole family is here to celebrate the newborns. Felix’s child, Marley, and my daughter, Hope. It feels good to be around everyone, even if my mind keeps drifting to Avery. The house is buzzing with laughter and chatter. The babies are in their playpen, tapping at toys, oblivious to the joyful chaos around them. My parents are practically glowing as they fawn over their grandkids, doting on every little coo and babbling like they’re treasures.I sit back in a rocking chair, watching the scene play out before me. My brothers are in the kitchen, joking around while they cook, and their wives are on the couch, chatting and laughing. And Ronan’s children are lying on the floor coloring something. It’s one of those moments that feels picture-perfect, like a scene out of some old family movie. Even Rya