Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
After losing her parents, Paige vowed to survive for her son, Jaxon. But when her six-year-old is expelled for accidentally hurting a friend, her fragile world starts to crumble. As her husband grows distant and the town turns against them, Paige must uncover the truth behind Jaxon’s strange strength—and the secrets threatening to destroy their family.
Remy must sense it, because he squeezes my hand gently. “Hey, breathe. You’re not broken. You’re just… evolving.” A shaky laugh escapes me. “Evolving? Like a Pok?mon?” He grins, mischief flashing in his eyes, cutting through the tension. “Exactly like that. Except hotter, and with more emotional trauma.” Callen snorts. “Trust you to be the…
The power beneath my skin thrummed faintly. “It’s steady,” I said. “Like it’s watching, waiting for something. Hard to describe.” I took a sip of tea, thinking. “It feels ready, but I don’t know what for.” Ryder’s hand covered mine on the counter. “Good. Let’s start listing ideas out loud. No idea is too stupid.…
“That’s it,” Ronnie says with a faint smile. “You’re not training a wolf, Paige. You’re teaching a new part of yourself how to settle. Focus, breathe, invitation, acceptance-that’s all control really is. Same principle, just a different beast.” I keep breathing until my shoulders relax and my knees loosen. The energy inside me no longer…
“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…