Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
“But you still carry the weight. I see it. You might not be physically present with Jax all the time, but mentally, you’re always there. Planning for every outcome, just waiting to jump in if we get overwhelmed.” His voice is low and steady-no judgment, only honesty. I exhale slowly, releasing some of the tension…
Ryder looks up, nodding toward us. “Patrol clear?” “Yeah,” I reply, setting the bowls down. “No sign of hunters or toxins. The border’s quiet.” “Good,” he says simply, though I notice his shoulders relax slightly. His worry never fully leaves him, but it’s less sharp now. Callen pulls out a chair for Paige, his grin…
I nod, feeling a tightness in my chest. “I never wanted to hurt him. I still don’t. What we had-it was real. It still is, just… different now. We’ll see where it goes.” Parker hums thoughtfully. “Different how?” I pause before answering. “He’ll always be part of me. But it’s not the same kind of…
This is what we’re building. It’s not perfect. It’s not easy. But it’s real. After lunch, I found myself outside again. The sun had climbed higher, warming the garden with a gentle touch. I picked up one of the small wooden stakes a pack member had dropped off earlier. We’d planned to have a crew…
“It’s not simple,” I admitted, “but it’s true.” He looked away, staring into the water. “Do you think he knows? That I still…” His voice faltered. “That I still want him?” “Yes,” I said without hesitation. “But he’s been through so much, and so much is changing for him. He’s probably still trying to find…
The morning air greeted me with a sharp, invigorating chill as I stepped outside, the kind that fills your lungs with fresh vitality and reminds you that you’re very much alive. Jaxon’s voice came softly from the porch, a little rough around the edges from his lingering illness. There he was, wrapped in a blanket…
Inside, Jaxon lies curled up on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket. His cheeks are flushed with a faint pink hue, a subtle sign of his fever. Poppy sits beside him, her book forgotten on the armrest as she gently brushes a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. When she looks up…
The others remain nearby-Parker checking the room’s temperature, Callen stretching and yawning, and Remy bringing a glass of water to place on the nightstand. “Go relax in the bath,” Ryder says, brushing a tender kiss on my temple. “I’ll keep watch over him.” I smile and rest my head on his shoulder, listening to Jaxon’s…
Goddess, she’s impossible. Brave, reckless, and stubborn as hell. I run a hand through my hair and mutter, “You sound like Ryder.” She smirks. “That’s high praise.” Despite everything, the corner of my mouth twitches into a smile. “Don’t tell him I said that.” “I’ll put it in writing,” she teases softly, but the moment…
I look to Callen, who steps forward beside me. “The water tests came back clear,” he announces. “The tap water is safe for now, but we’re still proceeding with caution. Bottled water will be available for everyone until Jake gives us the long-term all-clear.” A wave of relief passes through the crowd, though unease still…