LOGINDaxNoah's front door barely survives us.He's got the key in the lock and my mouth on the back of his neck and the combination isn't working for either task.When the door finally gives we go through it in a tangle, wet boots and lake stink and his hands already under my shirt.HIS DEN, the wolf announces, at full volume, like a trumpet section. He brought us to his DEN. Do you understand what this means?I do. I really do.It’s overwhelming and humbling to be here.Noah Hunter guards his privacy like a state secret.Six weeks I've known where he lives and never seen past the parking lot, and now I'm inside his apartment with his tongue in my mouth, and the wolf is strutting around my ribcage like we've been crowned.Small apartment.Neat to the point of OCD.Smells like him everywhere, wall to wall, undiluted, and it goes to my head faster than the adrenaline did.He shoves me into the wall by the light switch.I let him.Letting him is the new favorite lie I tell myself.The truth
Noah"For the last time, we're not naming it.""Gerald.""No.""Look at the little guy's setup. The bottle caps. The boot display. He's a Gerald.""He drowned a dog, Dax.""Geralds contain multitudes."It's eleven at night and I'm crouched on a dark beach holding a grocery bag of cucumbers, and the Alpha of Northgate is trying to name the thing we came to kill.This is my life now.I did this to myself, one bad decision at a time, and the worst part is I checked the weather for tonight like it was a date.My phone buzzes.Tori.Sent you the water depth chart. Remember the deal. Confirm the thing exists, then I'm in the field. No take-backs.The deal.Right.The deal where I promised my little sister a field role in a voice that sounded exactly like a man planning to never deliver it.She'll figure that out eventually, and when she does, the kappa will look like the easy part of my week.Filed as a later problem."Incoming," Dax murmurs, and the back of my neck prickles.The lake exhal
Dax"For the record, your sister extorts people better than most professionals. And I think she’s scarier than you are.""You're not helping.""I'm complimenting. The whole broody, bitchy do-as-I-say-or-I’ll-end-you thing seems to be a family trait. She’s just better at it than you are."Noah takes his eyes off the road for exactly long enough to look like he's considering the ditch for both of us.I grin at him.Can't help it.Haven't been able to help much of anything since he put his hands on me the night before last.Ours, says the wolf, stretched out and pleased with himself, a king reviewing his territory.The territory is the man driving.Make him pull over.We're working.Work after.Later. Maybe. Probably.Noah's window is cracked and the whole cab smells like him.Cedar and cold air, and it's still new enough to catch me off guard.The sharp green thing that used to live under his scent packed up and left the day he stopped lying to himself and his ex, and what's underneath
Noah"You're late for work," my sister says from the hood of my truck in the parking lot of my apartment complex.She’s stretched out comfortably, leaning back on one arm at nine forty in the morning, eating what appears to be my emergency granola bar from my glove box."Tori.""Noah.""Get off my truck.""Make me."She takes another bite."Your boss says hi, by the way."And there goes my morning.I had a whole plan for today.Walk in late, avoid eye contact with the man I spent last night underneath, mop something, pretend my entire skeleton doesn't file a complaint every time I sit down.Simple.Achievable."You went to see him. Why?""I did go to see him."She hops off the hood and lands light as a cat, the way I taught her."Since you've decided I don't exist, I figured I'd go around you. Turns out the big bad Alpha is easier to get a meeting with than my own brother.""You walked into a werewolf's territory. Alone.""It's a gym, Noah. There was a senior citizen on a treadmill. A
Dax"That was nine. You said ten."Bex glares at me over the loaded bar like I robbed her personally."You're cheating me out of reps, coach.""I would never.""You lost count."I did lose count. Somewhere around six."Reset your grip and pull. Chest up. There. That's ten. Ish."She racks it, disgusted, and stalks off to find someone who'll pay attention.Fair. My head's not in it.My head's on my office couch, seven hours ago, a hunter coming apart with my name in his mouth.Ours, the wolf says, smug as a cat in sunlight. They should know.Not today, buddy.They’ll find out anyway. Wolves are terrible at secrets. It’s one of our best qualities.Yeah, well, human-me's not exactly setting records either.Best night of our life, the wolf says, sprawled fat and smug behind my ribs. You're welcome. I told you to keep him.You told me to bite him. Not the same thing.Details.The whole gym still smells like him.Like us.My scent all over a Hunter, his all over me, neither of us slept and
DaxThere's cum cooling on my stomach, a hunter breathing slow against my throat, and I'm lying here grinning at my own ceiling like a man with a head injury.Best night of my life, hands down. It's not even a contest.Noah hasn't said anything in five minutes.He's not asleep, either. I can tell from the way he's holding his shoulders, all that careful stillness, like if he stays quiet enough the last hour will agree to take itself back.Good luck with that.My couch kept the receipts.Ours, the wolf says, and for once he isn't shouting.He's sprawled out fat and smug somewhere behind my ribs, basking like he personally won a war.Keep him. Don't let him walk out.That's the one thing I can't promise you, buddy.Because the wolf already wanted more than this.When I had my teeth at his throat he wanted to finish it, the forever way, the no-take-backs way, and I'm the bastard who slammed that door in his face.The wolf will be complaining about when he’s done being smug and sated, but
NoahTonight I'm doing something no Hunter has done in the history of ever.I'm standing in the open at the Northgate fence, unarmed, waiting for a werewolf to show up.Dad would shoot me himself. Two in the chest, one in the headstone. HERE LIES NOAH. HE WAS ASKING FOR IT.Leaving it behind is a d
DaxThe thing's in pieces at our feet and my body's still waiting for round two.I never come down off a kill clean. My blood's still up, ears still straining, every muscle still voting to hit something else.I don’t think it’s a werewolf thing. It’s an adrenaline thing.So when the wolf decides to
NoahThe wolf hits it like a truck, and the thing barely rocks.Wrong.Two hundred pounds of Alpha at a dead run should fold anything with a spine.This rotten thing takes the hit, slides back a boot-length in the dirt, and swings an arm the size of my leg.The wolf has to wrench sideways midair to
DaxFor the last hour I've been telling myself I'm only out here to keep the idiot from getting himself killed.It's a good lie.Responsible.Very Alpha.The kind of thing my father would've said with a straight face right before going off and doing exactly what he wanted.Truth is, I caught his tr







