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.
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…
His words strike something deep inside me. “I just wanted them to see hope,” I say softly. He shakes his head, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. “They did, because of you.” The space between us tightens. His breath brushes over my lips, and I can feel the magnetic pull of him-the ache…
Peeking cautiously around the tree again, a sudden blinding flash rips through the darkness-white, searing, violent. I throw an arm over my eyes, but the light scorches my vision, leaving me blind. I stumble backward, crashing onto the damp earth, growling in frustration as ringing fills my ears. Then comes the sound I dread most-laughter.…
“The same toxin,” Callen interrupts, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Remy caught it before it spread too far, but we don’t know how far it’s gone yet.” My mind instantly flashes to Jaxon-how he loves to play near that creek, the little bucket he fills with water to catch tadpoles and move…
I glance back, meeting his gaze. “Then we’ll face it together. Come rest with me, Rem.” **Remy’s Perspective** I can’t recall exactly when I drifted off on the couch, but when I finally open my eyes, the soft morning light is streaming gently through the window. For a fleeting moment, everything feels ordinary, like any…
**Parker’s Perspective** By the time the afternoon sun began to break through, the rain had finally ceased. The air was thick with the fresh scent of damp pine needles mingling with the faint, comforting aroma of smoke curling up from the chimneys of the cabins. A peculiar quiet hung over the pack-a stillness so profound…
“Yeah. We’re waiting on the results, but it looks like it was coated in the same compound.” Remy’s jaw tightened. “The location where you found it wasn’t random. I think it was meant as a warning.” “Probably,” I said. “But I don’t get why they haven’t pushed in yet. What are they waiting for?” Remy…
Parker’s expression softens instantly. He nods. “Then stay. I’ll go home, check in with Remy, and swap with him, so one of us is always here. I’ll stay with Jax and then, if everyone is up to it, I’ll bring him here to visit on the way to school.” The ache in my chest eases…