LOGIN“I only detected five scents in the pack centre,” Bastian says. “The sixth entered here.”He points to a patch of flattened fern that none of us had even looked at.“They were already travelling together.”“That’s what we thought,” Leo says.Bastian doesn’t answer. He simply keeps moving, following
** Jake’s POV **Every instinct I have is telling me to turn around. To go back to Poppy. But Bastian is right. She’s safe. My wolf knows it, and my soul knows it. And maybe this is exactly what she needs. Time with Alaric without the rest of us hovering. A chance to learn the man beneath the disast
** Bastian’s POV **Silence returns to the cabin. Good. Most people think silence is empty; it isn’t. Silence is the best time to gather information. The coffee machine clicks as it cools. Someone walks by the cabin with a slight limp, their steps uneven. Poppy takes another sip of her coffee. There
Her brows knit together in the most adorable way.“I’ve seen him walk into burning buildings because someone was trapped inside. Stand between children and rogues without blinking. Track a wounded wolf through a blizzard with nothing but a drop of blood and instinct.”“He doesn’t hesitate?”“Never.
** Alaric’s POV **Maybe we are monsters. Just not in the way humans tell stories about. We’re wolves, alphas, predators by nature, protectors by choice, but no matter which way you look at it, we are dangerous.“I’m sorry,” I say.Her laughter fades. “For what?”“The coffee shop. The bus station. F
** Alaric's POV ** Poppy’s smile fades as her gaze suddenly loses focus. For a heartbeat, she doesn’t seem to be looking at either of us at all. “Are you okay?” I ask. She blinks and rubs lightly at her temple. “I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to that.” “The mind-link?” I ask. She nods
Remy is the first to speak. “Now that we know what Greg could be, we can’t leave this hanging. Hunters don’t act without purpose. If he’s still out there, he won’t stop watching. And if he’s not… then we need to know who he reported to.”Parker nods, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
“Enough!” Remy’s voice cuts through like a blade, sharp and furious.He steps from the shadows at the edge of the circle, his presence commanding in a way I haven’t seen before. He locks his eyes on me, and they blaze with something between defiance and devotion. Then, without hesitation, he closes
He doesn’t notice me at first, too busy waffling on about his truck and how it can go “super fast, faster than Uncle Callen’s wolf, probably.” That earns him a rumbling laugh from Callen, who scoops him closer. Paige beams at them both, brushing Jaxon’s hair back.Then Jaxon finally turns, and his b
** Paige’s POV **Callen leans down, pressing a slow kiss against my inner thigh, deliberately taunting him. “Not a game,” he murmurs against my skin. “A reminder.” He grins wickedly as he looks up at Remy. “She’s ours, Rem, and we are hers. You can’t keep running from it.”Something inside Remy sna







