LOGINI gently push Tyson toward the bathroom, my hand firm against his chest despite the way his eyes linger on me like he has other ideas.“Shower,” I tell him softly, but there’s no room for argument in my tone.I don’t wait to see if he changes his mind. The moment the door closes behind him, I turn and head back out. The fortress is quiet at this hour, the kitchen dim and still. I don’t bother waking the chef. Instead, I move quietly, gathering what I need, putting something simple together myself.It feels… grounding.After everything, the danger, the tension, the weight of what’s coming, this small act steadies me.By the time I return to the room, the sound of running water has stopped.Tyson is already out of the shower.My steps slow for just a second.He stands there, damp skin catching the low light, tension still carved into every line of his body. Even clean, even freshly showered, he looks like a man carrying too much on his shoulders.His eyes lift to mine the moment I enter
After I tell them everything I know, I don’t stay to watch the weight of it settle on their shoulders.I leave.The war room feels too heavy, too suffocating, so I head back to the kitchen instead, back to something normal, something I can control. The familiar rhythm of chopping, stirring, directing others helps quiet my mind.But they’re still there.Hours later, when I return with food, Tyson and his men haven’t moved. Maps still spread. Voices still low. Eyes still sharp with focus and exhaustion.I understand what I’ve given them the location of an enemy that has remained hidden for years. For the first time, MoonHaven has the chance to strike first instead of waiting to be attacked. But even opportunities like this can wait a few hours. They need food. They need sleep.Something in me tightens.“That’s enough,” I say, my voice cutting through the room before I can soften it. “You need to eat.”Tyson doesn’t even look up at first.Typical.I step closer, my gaze hardening. “That
I stand just outside the war room doors, my fingers curling slightly at my sides as the low murmur of voices seeps through the heavy wood. Tyson and Aiden have been locked in there for days, barely sleeping, barely eating, building strategies from the information I risked my life to bring back.Now, they’re ready for me.I push the door open.The air hits me first, thick, tense, calculated. Maps are spread across the long oak table, marked with symbols, lines, and hurried notes. The faint scent of ink mixes with something darker… magic. It lingers, heavy and warning.Tyson doesn’t look up immediately.He stands at the head of the table, one hand braced against it, the other gripping a charcoal pencil so tightly it snaps in two. His shoulders are rigid, like he’s holding back something dangerous.Aiden notices me first. His sharp gaze flickers toward me, softening just a fraction.“She’s here.”That’s all it takes.Tyson lifts his head.And the moment his eyes lock onto mine, something
Then he took a deep breath, physically forcing himself to calm down. “Explain.”I swallow.“I didn’t break in,” I say quickly. “Not exactly. It was a layered concealment field. It responds to magic. I studied it… countered it… and it accepted me.” It burned though. Like cold iron under my skin. I wasn’t sure I’d make it back out. But I can’t tell Tyson this. He is already angry that I put myself at risk. Guilt twisted inside of me, because i can imagine what he went through when he thought something bad must have happened to me. But I honestly can’t fold my hands and do nothing. MoonHaven is in my home, and as Luna, I refuse to let my people continue to be vulnerable just because we can’t locate our enemies’ camp.The room goes still again.Tyson’s voice drops dangerously. “It accepted you.”I nod once. “Yes.”A long pause, then he steps closer.Slowly. Carefully, like he’s recalibrating everything he thought he knew about me.“You walked into a witch-guarded rogue fortress,” he says
Tyson goes completely still. Not the controlled stillness of a leader holding himself together.The kind of stillness that comes right before a storm decides where to strike.His eyes lock onto mine. “Say that again,” he says slowly as if he thought he didn’t hear me correctly.My throat tightens, but I don’t look away.“I found where the rogues are hiding.”Aiden’s posture straightens immediately.The guards behind Tyson shift uneasily.Tyson doesn’t blink, doesn’t move.Just studies me like he’s trying to decide whether to be furious again, kill me himself or kiss me.“…You went into rogue territory,” he says slowly.“I didn’t go far..”“That is not what I asked.”The tone makes my words die in my throat.I lift my chin slightly anyway. “Yes.”A sharp inhale from someone behind him, Tyson closes his eyes for half a second.Just one.When he opens them again, the anger is still there,but it’s buried under something heavier.Calculation.Focus.As if he has decided to get the informa
By the time I return to the compound, the sky has already shifted into deep night.Too late.The moment I step past the outer guards, I feel it. The atmosphere is wrong, like the entire place is holding its breath and refusing to exhale.Then I hear it.A voice.A roar of command that shakes the corridor walls.“You three were supposed to guide her!”I freeze.Oh.That’s… not good.Because I recognize that voice instantly.TysonI don’t even need to see him to know what he looks like right now. A wolf whose mate has gone missing doesn’t behave like a man anymore.He behaves like something restrained by thin threads of control. A wolf in that state does not sleep.Does not eat.Does not think clearly.His instincts override logic. He tracks scent patterns obsessively, replaying every second he last had his mate in sight.He becomes hyper-aware of sound, movement, presence.And worst of all he becomes possessive in panic.Not gentle possessiveness, not romantic.Territorial devastations
My breath catches. “You don’t know?” he murmurs.My heart starts pounding. “No,” I whisper.He steps closer. Too close.I can feel the heat of him now, the steady rise and fall of his chest. My body reacts before my mind can catch up, every nerve suddenly awake, hyper aware.“You jumped in front o
Later in the evening, the night doesn’t fall gently.It drops.One moment the camp is settling into that strange, controlled quiet it always has… the next, everything snaps.A howl tears through the air. Not one of theirs.I’m outside when it happens, standing near the edge of the clearing, trying
I realize it was from Tyson. What an impressive growl. But the tension doesn’t break, it lingers. “They’re regrouping,” someone mutters behind us. “Yes,” Tyson replies, his voice calm but deadly certain. “They’re coming back.” A chill runs down my spine. Of course they are. They always come b
When Tyson touched me, my breath hitches, my heart stutters. And then starts racing again, faster, louder, like it’s trying to break out of my chest.Tyson’s eyes darken.“Your pulse…” he murmurs.“What about it?” I manage.“It reacts to me.”I swallow. “That’s because you’re insane and unpredictab







