MasukKAZIMIRThe club was loud and suffocating. It made my head ache in the most nauseating way. The bass thrummed through my chest like a second heartbeat. I was in the VIP section, a bottle of whiskey in front of me, a glass in my hand that I'd been nursing for the better part of an hour.I wasn't drunk. I couldn't get drunk. Not really. But I was trying.The images wouldn't leave my head.Her lying to me. Her face, the guilt and fear warring for dominance. The scent of another man on her skin. I didn’t want to imagine what could have happened between them. Or why she was so secretive about it. I threw back the rest of my drink and gestured for another.I didn't come here to think. I came here to forget. The music, the lights, the noise and the women who kept glancing my way with hopeful eyes. None of it worked.All I could see was her."You look like hell."Dimitri's voice cut through the noise. He was standing beside me, his eyes covered with dark sunglasses, his arms crossed, his ex
ARIEL The message came at dawn.I was sitting by the window, watching the sun creep over the horizon, when my phone buzzed. Unknown number. I almost didn't answer. Almost.But something made me pick it up.Ariel. I know you're with the Rossi pack now. Fancy. I heard you're living large. But you haven't forgotten about me, have you? You owe me. Remember? I want my money. All of it. If I don't get it by tonight, I'll come to your new boyfriend myself and explain everything. You know where to find me.My blood went cold.I knew that voice. Knew that cadence, that arrogance, that threat that always came wrapped in a smile. I'd spent years trying to forget him. Years trying to erase that part of my past.Damian.I'd met him during my running years, when I was desperate and broke and stupid and still foolishlyyoung. He'd been charming at first, handsome, smooth, offering help when I had nowhere else to turn. But the help came with a price. Everything came with a price with Damian.Things
KAZIMIR I knocked.Footsteps. The click of a lock. The door opened a crack, and she peered out at me. Her face was guarded and careful. The way she always looked when she was trying to protect herself."How are you doing?” I asked. "I’m fine. What do you want?"I should have had an answer. I didn't."I wanted to see how you were," I said. "How's Evie?""She's fine. She went to school.""Good. That's good."We stood there, the door between us, the distance between us. The air was thick with everything we weren't saying. I reached out, my hand moving before I could stop it, to touch her face.She stopped me.Her hand closed around my wrist firmly. Her eyes were hard."Don't," she said."Ariel…” "I mean it, Kazimir. Don't."I let my hand fall. "Why?""You know why.""Tell me anyway."She looked at me for a long moment. Then she stepped back, opening the door just wide enough for me to enter. I stepped inside.The room was dim, the curtains had been closed and the lights were off. "I
ARIEL The uniform hung on the back of the door like a accusation.I'd been staring at it for an hour. It was navy blue. It looked regal.I reached out, touched the fabric. It was soft, well-made and very expensive. The kind of uniform preppy rich school kids wore to their expensive private schools. When I was Evie's age, I'd worn dresses that my mother picked out, stiff and uncomfortable clothes. I'd sat in classrooms with other children who looked at me like I was something strange.Evie wouldn't have that. I'd make sure of it."Mama?"Evie appeared in the doorway, still in her pajamas, her hair a wild mess, her stuffed rabbit tucked under her arm. She looked at the uniform. Then at me. Then at the uniform again."Is that for me?!” "Yes, baby.""It's pretty." She walked over, running her small hand over the fabric. "I like the color.""I'm glad.""Are you going to be sad when I leave?"The question caught me off guard. "What?""You look sad. Like when you think I'm not looking." Sh
ARIEL The morning light was gray and cold, filtering through the curtains like a judgment.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything that had happened in the forest. The moss beneath my back. The moon above us. His hands on my skin. His breath in my ear. The way he'd looked at me after like I was the only thing in the world. I pressed my palms against my eyes and groaned.What have you done?I'd spent ten years running from men like him. Ten years building walls, protecting myself, surviving. And in one night, one stupid, moon, drunk night, I'd thrown it all away. Again. I hated him. I hated that I wanted him. I hated that I couldn't stop thinking about the way his body felt against mine. I hated that when it came to Kazimir I was senseless and stupid. And I hated myself for letting it happen again.I heard movement in the hallway. Voices. The pack was stirring, people preparing to leave the pack estate. I needed to get up. Needed to pack. Needed to face the day.
KAZIMIR The full moon hung low and heavy over the pack house, bloated and golden, like a wound in the sky.I stood at the edge of the forest, watching the wolves prepare for the hunt. The pack was restless tonight, the full moon always did this. It stirred something primal in us, something hungry and wild. We needed to run. We needed to hunt. The needed to shed the skin of civilization and remember what it meant to be wolf.I could feel it too. The pull of the moon in my blood, the ache in my bones, the way my wolf was pressing against my skin, demanding to be let out. Every full moon was like this, a battle between the man and the beast. Some nights, I won. Tonight, I wasn't so sure.Because Ariel was here.And her scent was everywhere.The hunt was announced with a horn, low, ancient, echoing through the valley. Wolves gathered at the edge of the forest, their eyes gleaming in the torchlight. Some were already shifting, their bodies contorting, their bones cracking, their forms tra
ARIEL "There's nothing to decide. I need the vials. You have them. Name your price." Viktor smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. "Still impatient. Still reckless. Some things never change." "I'm not here to catch up, Viktor. I need to be gone before they notice I've left." "And I'm here to col
ARIEL The car door slammed shut behind me, the sound final as a coffin closing. Kazimir hadn't spoken a word since we left the club, his silence more unnerving than any threat. Through the tinted windows, I watched the city lights blur into nothing as we climbed higher into the mountains, putting
KAZIMIR I didn’t come through the front door because I knew Maddox would run if he ever heard I was in his shitty club. He would use the chance to sneak away like the slimy frog he was and hide for the next couple of months before my men found him again. No. I took the back exit, the one reekin
ARIEL I stood at the edge of the underground club, clutching the envelope in my hand so tightly it crinkled. I hated this place. The smell of sweat, alcohol, and something darker coated the air like oil. I could feel it sticking to my skin, making my breath shallow. The money inside wasn’t enough.







