LOGINBianca's Point of View The apartment feels strangely quiet. Quieter than usual. Ethan is spending a few hours with Miss Hannah so I can finally finish decorating his nursery before Christmas, and for the first time in days, I have the entire apartment to myself. I stand in the middle of the nursery with my hands on my hips, slowly looking around the room, deciding what to do first. Most of the furniture is already in place. The crib is sitting against one wall under the mountain mural. The soft sage-green curtains are hanging neatly in front of the windows. A cream-colored rug with tiny woodland animals covers the floor.And the beige rocking chair is in front of the window. The room already feels warmer than it did, but it still doesn't quite feel... Finished.I sigh, shaking my head. "Okay. Let's fix that."I murmur to myself. I kneel down next to one of the unopen boxes from my shopping trip and I carefully begin unpacking everything. A wooden fox. A little bear. A
Scott's Point of View "It might be." Marcus's words linger in the silence between us. I stare at him for several long seconds before shaking my head. Even though it makes sense, my mind still refuses to accept it. "No." I say, leaning back in my chair and I let out a slow breath. "I don't think so." I say and Marcus folds his arms in front of his chest. "And why not?" He asks flatly. "Because..." I shake my head again. "I don't know." I mutter, running a hand through my hair. He raises an eyebrow. "That's not exactly a convincing argument." He says and I sigh. "Yeah... I know." I mutter. "But mate haze?" I let out a humorless laugh. "Isn't that supposed to happen after mates accept each other?" I ask and Marcus shrugs. "Usually." "Usually?" I repeat and he nods his head. "But everyone's different. You know that." He says, leaning back in his chair. "I do." I say and he nods again. "The bond is already there. You've acknowledg
Scott's Point of View I have read the same report four times, and I still couldn't tell you what it says. I stare down at the words, trying to force myself to focus, but the letters blur together until they may as well be written in another language. With a frustrated sigh, I lean back in my chair and rub a hand over my face. "Get it together." I mutter to myself. There is work to do. Meetings to organize. Training reports to sign. Patrol schedules to approve. I reach for the next file. Open it. Read the first sentence. ...Nothing. My thoughts begin to drift again. Back to two nights ago. To Bianca standing in Ethan's nursery. Her smile. The way she looked at me. The way her damp hair rested against her shoulders after her shower. The way her shirt had clung... I shut my eyes tightly. "No." I whisper, shaking my head. The familiar heat immediately spreads through my chest again. It feels as though my veins are on fire. I let out a s
Bianca's Point of View I wake to the sound of Ethan babbling through the baby monitor and smile sleepily as I sit up in bed. "Well, I guess that's my cue to start the day." I murmur to myself before slipping out of bed and making my way to the bathroom. I quickly begin my morning routine and after getting dressed, I walk across the hallway and quietly push open Ethan's nursery door. The moment he sees me, his entire face lights up. He throws both little hands into the air and lets out an excited squeal and I laugh. "There he is! My happy little boy." I lift him out of his cot and kiss his forehead. "Did you sleep well?" I ask. He answers with another happy babble before grabbing a handful of my hair, and yanking it. "Ouch. I'll take that as a yes." I laugh, untangling my hair from his grip. A few minutes later, after changing his diaper and getting him dressed, I carry him into the kitchen. Scott is already there. He has a mug of coffee in one hand and is reading over
Scott's Point of ViewDinner with the pack ends later than I expect.Between Marcus telling another ridiculous story from training, Emma teasing me about Ethan's little surprise this morning, and Aiden insisting that he should be promoted to "Junior Alpha," there is barely a quiet moment the entire evening.By the time Bianca, Ethan and I finally make our way back to the apartment, the little guy is rubbing his eyes."Someone is tired."Bianca says softly, smiling down at him.Ethan answers with a tiny yawn before resting his head against her shoulder.I chuckle."I think bath time and bed sound like a good idea."I say and she nods her head."They do."She agrees.The moment we step inside the apartment, Bianca disappears down the hallway with Ethan."I'll get him cleaned up."She calls over her shoulder."I'll be there in a minute."I answer.I tidy up the few things we brought home before making my way toward Ethan's nursery.The bathroom door is open.I stop in the doorway without
Bianca's Point of ViewFor a few minutes after Emma leaves the library, I stay exactly where I am.I glance down at Ethan, who is happily chewing on his little fox teether while kicking his legs."Well..."I murmur."What do you think?"He looks up at me with a huge smile before letting out an excited squeal.I can't help smiling back."You want to go see Daddy?"Another squeal.I laugh softly."I'll take that as a yes."I carefully lift him into my arms before gathering his diaper bag and the blanket lying beside us.As I make my way through the packhouse, I can't help feeling nervous.I don't know why.I'm just going to watch Scott teach the children.It's not like I'm interrupting a meeting or anything important.Still...My stomach flutters the closer I get to the training grounds.Soon, I hear it.Laughter.Children shouting.Someone blowing a whistle.The sounds drift across the open field, and before I even step through the gate, I can already hear Scott's voice."Again!"He ca
Scott’s Point of View "Heading over to Sienna’s again? My my... Someone is whipped." Marcus asks teasingly as I pass him in the hall and I shoot him a look. "Shut up." I mutter and he laughs. "Okay, okay. Have a good night, Alpha." He says grinning at me and I smile at him, shaking my
Bianca’s Point of View I rush out of his office, my chest tight, my hands shaking at my sides. My wolf immediately snarls at me. Where are you going? You need to tell him. Why? You heard him. He doesn’t care. He won’t help us. I snap at her as I make my way down the hallway. That’s not..
Bianca’s Point of View I wake up with a jolt, sitting upright in bed, my breath coming out in short, uneven bursts. “God…” My hand presses against my chest as I try to calm myself down, the panic from the nightmare still clinging to me. For a few seconds, I just sit there, blinking rapidly, try
Bianca’s Point of ViewThe garden is quiet and I slowly sit down on the stone bench. My fingers trace the edges of my phone as I stare blankly at the flowers in front of me. The air is warm, peaceful… but it doesn’t touch the storm sitting heavily in my chest.Things have been tense.No, worse tha







