{~~Logan Grey~~}I called my brother the moment I managed to calm our mother down. My hands were shaking slightly as I dialed his number, and I could only imagine the state Felix was in right now. The phone rang twice before he picked up, and I could hear the panic in his voice before he even spoke.“Logan?” Felix’s voice was a mixture of relief and terror, the kind that comes when you’re holding on by a thread and finally hear a lifeline on the other end of the line. “Have you heard anything? Do you know where she is?”I could hear the strain in his voice, the barely-contained hysteria that threatened to break through at any moment. My heart ached for him, knowing he was facing every husband’s worst nightmare, and I had to do everything I could to keep him from spiraling out of control.“Felix, I need you to take a deep breath,” I said, trying to keep my own voice calm and steady. “I know this is terrifying, but we’re going to find her. I promise you, we won’t stop until we bring her
{~~Logan Grey~~}I pulled the car into Felix's driveway, the tension that had been building throughout the drive reaching its peak as we came to a stop. The house loomed ahead of us, dark and silent, a stark contrast to the turmoil that must be raging inside. Without a word, Avery and I hopped out of the car, our steps hurried as we made our way to the front door.As soon as I stepped inside, I was met with the sight of my brother, Felix, slumped on the couch. His face was pale, his eyes red-rimmed and hollow from hours of worry and sleeplessness. The sight of him like this—so broken, so defeated—struck me deep in the heart. Felix was always the strong one, the one who had everything together, but now he looked like a man on the brink of collapse."Felix," I called softly, moving toward him. His head snapped up at the sound of my voice, and the moment he saw me, the dam broke. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stood up, and before I could say anything more, he threw his arms around me
{~~Avery Sterling~~}There is no way to separate the bad from the really bad feeling. While my gut was telling me something was up, it was also telling me that it had nothing to do with Rex. Which made me a bit calmer as we drove to Felix’s wife’s location. It was only when we arrived to find Ryan speaking to the werewolf king that i made the connection.No wonder it was so weird. Why would Rex kidnap an already pregnant woman? That goes against the M.O. that he had been categorized into. He usually goes for runaways, seduces them for months before getting them pregnant, and then shifts his attitude. This was all weird.You know, so weird.I stepped out of the car, and so did Logan and Felix. We rushed towards Ryan, but I already knew the answer.“Um, logan can I speak to you and Felix alone please?” Ryan said, looking exhausted. He urged them to follow him away from the king. I turned to the man himself. Who looked like he couldn’t give two fucks?“You took her, didn’t you? As bait f
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Staring at his body, I couldn't help but be captivated by the sight before me. His shirtless frame was a masterpiece of sculpted muscle and sinew, every inch of his torso defined with a precision that seemed almost impossible. His broad shoulders tapered down into a chiseled chest, the kind that spoke of both power and grace. The way his muscles flexed with even the slightest movement sent a shiver down my spine, as if his body was made to be admired, to be touched.His skin, a smooth canvas of sun-kissed bronze, gleamed under the soft light, highlighting every ridge and valley of his abs. Each of his abs was perfectly carved, as if they were etched by the hands of a master sculptor, creating a stunning six-pack that made my breath catch in my throat. His obliques, those alluring lines that cut down his sides, added a touch of raw masculinity that was impossible to resist. It was as if his entire body was designed to make you want to trace your fingers along every
{~~Logan Grey~~}Avery and I laid on the couch for a while after getting dressed, the softness of the cushions pulling us into a deep sense of comfort. We had work to do, there was no getting around that, but after the morning we’d had—well, after a good fuck, sometimes you just need to take a breather. The warm water from the shower had rinsed away the lingering tension, but it didn’t change the fact that the day was waiting for us, tapping its foot impatiently. We showered, got dressed again, but even then, we stayed there for a bit, soaking in the quiet together. The sun was beginning to slip lower in the sky, casting a golden light into the room, a reminder that we couldn’t afford to keep lounging much longer.Still, the thought of getting up was tough to swallow. I stretched out beside her, feeling the rhythm of her breathing against me. It was peaceful, and part of me wished we could stay like this, wrapped up in each other, forgetting the outside world. But reality doesn’t wait
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I did my rounds with Shawn, then checked on the patients in the basement. I was able to check their vitals and see some of the reports already made by the members of the team. They were expanding on the serum I’d made. It was a good step for all of us. I sat down there for a good hour making sure everything was right, and answering some questions they had left for me.I love how coordinated this team is. We’re doing everything right.After some time, I could see the brain wave of Mr Miller. His brain has slowed its rot process but it wasn’t recovering. I have an idea of how to do this but it’ll take some time. My cell phone sprang to life, startling me out of my train of thought. I reached for it blindly, answering without checking the caller ID.“Hey.” Aisha’s voice came as a shock to me. I haven’t heard from her in so long. Well since I found out our little town was trending.“Hi, Aisha. How are you?”“I’m alright. I haven’t heard from you. Are you okay?”“Yeah,
{~~Logan Grey~~}I was heading towards the cafeteria to find Shawn, I was told he was there and I had to ask him about this report. It’s done too poorly for someone of his status. It would be good enough if he was just an intern, but he isn’t.The elevator opened and Avery stepped out. She looked frustrated and angry. I closed the file and ran towards her.“Hey is everything okay?”“No. Everything is a mess. Can you give me a drive to the Creek Cafe?”“Yes, of course.”She turned away and started for the door. Her steps were quick and curt. Like she couldn’t stand to spend another minute here. I caught up to her, tugging her closely.“Hey, what’s wrong?”She breathed out and leaned into me. I smiled a little but my worry was still there. Who upset her? She didn’t say anything until we were in the car, and on the path to the creek cafe.“I have something to tell you. Remember the guy I told you took my virginity?”I furrowed my eyebrows, I only remembered the guy existed. His name is b
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Something strange was happening. Aisha wouldn’t reach my eyes with hers, she kept avoiding me. And she couldn’t even look at Logan. I figured she would be glaring at him. Logan was so unbothered. Pretending Ethan wasn’t speaking. His attention was on me. He ordered something light for us both.He just rolled with it like there was nothing wrong.Ethan was speaking but I wasn’t listening either. My eyes couldn’t leave my best friend. Why do I get the feeling that I’m missing something here? When our food arrived, I cut through Ethan’s words.“I am not in danger. I am not being forced into this marriage, my parents are going to prison. I don’t owe them anything. I am in this marriage because I love logan. And he loves me too.”Ethan snorted. “Are you joking? What has he done to show you that he loves you? Words mean nothing.”I rubbed my forehead. I’ve had such a stressful day. I don’t want to deal with his issues.“Look, Ethan, I am not a damsel you can waltz into
{~~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