{~~Avery Sterling~~}The cave was an exhilarating experience, unlike anything I had ever imagined. Swimming around, having a blast together even though there were others and we were naked. I haven’t stopped smiling since i started.But as much as the cave intrigued me, the highlight of the evening was undoubtedly the time spent around the enormous bonfire. The flames leaped high into the night sky, their crackling sounds like a chorus of whispers sharing tales of the past. The firelight bathed everything in a warm, golden glow, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie and comfort. It was here, under the vast expanse of the night sky, that we truly connected with the other couples. We shared stories, laughed at each other's jokes, and indulged in the simple pleasure of roasting marshmallows over the open flames. The sticky sweetness of the marshmallows melting into gooey perfection as they browned in the fire's embrace was a joy that never grew old. There was something magical about this
{~~Logan Grey~~}We made the slow, silent walk back to our cabins, the crisp air of the forest cool against our fur. As the trees thinned out, we shifted back into our human forms, the transformation leaving us both nude under the moonlight. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her, the way her skin seemed to glow softly in the dim light, her hair a wild cascade down her back. She looked like she belonged out here, away from the suffocating confines of the town, even if just for a night. I knew she needed this. A break. An escape."Go get in the shower," I told her, my voice gentle but firm. "I'll order us something decent for lunch." As fun, as sitting around a campfire, talking, and eating s'mores might be, it wasn't real food. We needed our energy, and more importantly, she needed her energy. She nodded, her eyes flicking up to meet mine before she walked into the cabin.I picked up the phone, my fingers dialing the number for the kitchen. The chef answered promptly, his voice deep an
{~~Logan Grey~~}After the shower, I wrapped a towel securely around my waist and headed to the door to retrieve our dinner. The warmth of the bathroom clung to my skin, steam still rising off my shoulders as I moved through the cabin. The air outside the bathroom felt cool against my damp skin, but I barely noticed, focused on the thought of sharing a meal with Avery in the cozy intimacy of our cabin.When I opened the door, the delivery guy stood there, holding a tray of food with both hands. His eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of my bare chest, and I noticed the way his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. He looked bashful, maybe even a little flustered, as he quickly averted his gaze, pretending to focus on the tray instead."Thanks," I said with a smile, taking the tray from his hands. He offered a quick nod and a nervous smile in return, clearly eager to move on. I reached into my pocket, which was still slightly damp from the shower, and pulled out a tip, handing i
|THE PAST- TWO YEARS PRIOR|{~~Ava Sterling~~}I sat down on the cold, worn bench, the wooden slats creaking slightly under my weight. The park was quiet at this hour, the early morning sun casting long shadows across the ground. The silence was almost oppressive, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant chirp of a bird. I glanced left, then right, my eyes scanning the empty paths that wound through the park. I needed to be sure—absolutely certain—that I hadn't been followed. The last thing I needed was someone seeing me here, especially not him.My heart raced a little faster, a mix of nerves and anticipation churning in my stomach. I tried to calm myself, but the adrenaline was too strong, pulsing through my veins as I waited. I could hear the faint rumble of a motorcycle in the distance, growing louder with each passing second. My pulse quickened as I recognized the familiar sound, the low growl that meant Rex was close.A minute later, he appeared, cutting thr
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I woke up in a tight hold, and panic was the first thing that settled in. For some reason, my brain was trying to have me convinced someone else was in bed with me. Until I took a moment to relax, and the scent filled my nose. We really didn’t relax with our wolves the way we should have, but I had so much fun. I turned my body around in his grasp so I could get a good look at his face. Logan doesn’t lose his handsomeness and it’s a bit unnerving.No, I mean overwhelming. He’s truly handsome. His looks never fade away. Like youth only gets better for him.I ran my fingers against his chest. He made a small sound before opening his eyes. What a light sleeper.“Oh, you innocent pervert.” I bristled with laughter, and logan smiled. He still looked like he could sleep some more but we have to check out. And get back to work. And I have to change the bandages on my injuries.“Come on, we have to go.”“Can’t we just quit our jobs?”I scoffed. “I am only twenty-three. I’
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The king was nothing like I had expected. His presence filled the room with a heavy, almost suffocating tension. He wasn’t even supposed to be here with us, yet here he stood, commanding attention with every breath he took. The air seemed to grow colder as he entered, and I could see the color drain from Ava’s face. She had always been defiant, always had a sharp retort on the tip of her tongue, but now, for the first time, I saw her tremble. Perhaps, at last, she was realizing the gravity of her crimes.The king’s dark skin glowed under the dim lighting, a stark contrast to the rich, deep crimson of his robes, which draped around his tall, broad frame with an elegance that spoke of power and authority. His features were striking—high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and eyes so intense they seemed to pierce through you. His hair was neatly braided, and a thin golden circle rested atop his head, gleaming faintly. The intricate patterns embroidered in gold on his tuni
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Working in the basement of the hospital with Martin Miller had become a routine that I found oddly comforting. The sterile smell of antiseptic, the soft hum of machines monitoring vitals, and the quiet chatter of the medical team were all familiar now. Martin was lying on a gurney, his skin pale but his breathing steady as I checked his blood pressure and other vitals. He had been through a lot, and seeing the numbers slowly stabilize gave me a sense of satisfaction, a small victory in the midst of the chaos that had engulfed our lives.There were others with us, members of the team who were just as invested into finding this cure just like I was. Their presence was a comfort, a reminder that we were all in this together, no matter how dangerous the situation became. We worked efficiently, sharing small smiles and words of encouragement as we moved from task to task, each of us doing our part to keep things running smoothly.After what felt like hours, the work wa
{~~Logan Grey~~}Can you believe she wanted to think about the king instead of her kisses? She locked her mouth with mine and expected me to focus. Okay, maybe I was the one who kissed her. But who drags someone into a broom closet if they didn’t want us to fuck? How did I misread the signals?Wait, aren’t I doing something? Should my attention not be on that? I sighed and glanced at the screen of my monitor.I was deep into the files of one of my new patients when I noticed something that sent a chill down my spine. It wasn’t something that jumped out immediately, but the more I looked, the more uneasy I became. There was something off in her system, something that didn’t add up, something that made me feel like I should triple-check everything. It wasn’t just a hunch—this was the kind of gut instinct that only comes after years of experience, the kind that told me that if I didn’t dig deeper, I’d regret it later. I knew from the get-go that this wasn’t just a normal case. And now th
{~~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