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
“Paige,” he breathes, “You don’t have…” his words trail off, turning into a moan as I wrap my lips around his tip.Remy’s hands move to the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair as I glide his length in and out of my mouth. He doesn’t take control of my movements though, just gently
His eye catches mine, and my chest tightens. “You don’t need to either,” I say softly.He gives a little shrug, eyes flicking to the window. “Old habits. You spend enough years being told to keep everything hidden away, eventually you forget how to let it out.”“Remy…” I whisper. “You can, though. W
** Ryder’s POV **The forest is quiet tonight. Too quiet.It’s the kind of quiet that makes every instinct in me hum with warning.Before we set out on our first patrol together, I’d gathered the new enforcers in the clearing outside the cabins. They stood in a semicircle, Midnight wolves, strong an
Callen catches my eye over the stove; he grins at me. “Looks like breakfast just got crowded.”“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I say softly, watching as the men gather around the table, the people who’ve very quickly become my family.Ryder sets Jaxon down and meets my gaze, something tender fli







