LOGINThe first morning that truly feels like ours arrives without ceremony, sunlight spilling through the high windows of the packhouse in long gold streaks that do not carry tension with them, and I wake to warmth instead of anticipation, to quiet that does not ask to be tested.For a moment, I do not m
The days after the agreement do not rush forward, they unfold carefully, like something fragile that has chosen to exist and is waiting to see if it will be allowed to last, and I let them move at that pace instead of forcing momentum simply because I am used to it.Peace is not loud.It does not an
“He will not breach our lines under agreement, and we will not breach his.”“And if he does,” someone calls.“We respond united.”Silence follows, but it is not uncertain. It is grounded.“Trust did not fracture,” I say. “Because it was chosen.”The words settle deeper than strategy ever did. This w
The morning after the accord does not feel triumphant, it feels deliberate, and I wake before dawn out of habit rather than urgency, lying still while the bond hums calm and even instead of tight and braced. There is no flare. No runner. No distant howl testing our perimeter. Just wind moving throug
His gaze sharpens.“You could have rebuilt through alliance.”“I do not share power.”“That is why you fail.”The words land clean and unflinching.A low ripple passes through his ranks.He hears it.He sees it.“You think you have won because you held a few lines,” he says.“No,” I reply. “We won b
I wake before the sun rises, not because of noise, not because of movement, but because the pressure feels different this morning, and for the first time in weeks it does not feel like something building, it feels like something narrowing.Endurance cracks eventually.Varik carved that into our fenc
Suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and I turned around and punched him in the throat and he fell back against the far wall, gasping for air. “Jax.” I said. “Yeah. It’s me. What the fuck was that?” He asked. “How the hell was I meant to know that was you?” I asked. Ezra and Nathan then c
MORGAN’S POV As I got home to the packhouse after my classes that afternoon Ezra and Nathan were sitting in the living room waiting for me. “Oh crap. Am I in trouble?” I asked. “Why would you ask that?” Ezra asked. “Usually when people want to see me I’m being sent to the Principal’s office or
I didn’t hear from Cory or his family for the rest of my pregnancy and I was more than happy about that. I was still really confused about what to do. I just wanted to go back to what I was doing before I heard anything about me being a profit. It was more than ridiculous to me. So I concentrated
“Yeah. They all believe it.” He said. “When do I meet them?” I asked. “Why do you want to?” He asked. “I think I have a right to. And I have a right to know why you think I’m a fucking prophet.” I said. Cory looked like he was getting a little anxious and antsy talking about this. He didn’t







