The Triplets' Silent Mate의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

Ayla's POVSnow fell in a slow, quiet drift all around me—not in the kind of way that would make it look magical. Just endless and white and cold.It settled over everything—the trees, the ground, and the rooftops—like it was trying to cover things up. Like if it piled high enough, no one would remember what was buried underneath. Like blood had never soaked into the ground beneath my feet.The cold bit through my thin, worn hoodie. I tugged it tighter anyway, more out of habit than hope. It wasn't nearly enough to keep me warm. The cold in me was bone-deep—had been for years.I tried to shake it off and turn my focus to something else. The scent of pine trees filled my nostrils, the air smelling fresh and clean. Woodsmoke drifted from the packhouse, but there was always something lurking just underneath—something sharp, something metallic that reminded me of blood, even when there wasn't any.I stopped at the edge of the road, my gaze drifting towards the packhouse. It glowed ahead—wa

Ayla's POVAlpha Jack and Luna Ria didn't stand in my way when I turned toward the door a second time.They knew. A silent nod passed between us, and I slipped outside before anyone else could notice I was leaving.The cold hit me immediately—sharper now than before, the kind that settles into your lungs with every breath. My wolf stirred restlessly, urging me forward, and I followed without argument. She knew where we were going before I did.The forest was quiet. Too quiet.My old winter boots crunched into the snow louder than they should have, each step announcing itself to the empty trees. The further I walked, the more the packhouse noise faded behind me—the laughter, the music, the warmth—until there was nothing left but the creak of pine and birch branches heavy with ice and the soft sound of my own breathing clouding in the air.No one was following.No one was coming.I already knew that. I'd known it before I left.Coming-of-age wolves had their first shift in the clearing.

Ryker's POVI woke up too early and immediately regretted it.My head was still spinning from too much eggnog the night before. I pressed my palm flat against my forehead and lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what had pulled me out of a perfectly good sleep.Duke.He was pacing—worse than his usual restless self. It was not the lazy back-and-forth of a bored wolf. Something more agitated than that. More focused.I dragged a hand over my face and pushed myself upright. "What now?" I groaned under my breath. "Why are you not asleep? It's not even training time."Duke didn't answer. His attention was fixed on something I couldn't identify yet.I scanned the room. Nothing out of place. Bed wrecked, boots by the door, half-finished glass of eggnog still sitting on the dresser from last night. Quiet. Normal."Go back to sleep," I told him. "There's nothing—"Then I caught it.Faint. I would've missed it if I weren't already awake. I frowned and pulled in a slower breath,

Kael's POVThe forest went almost silent when we crossed the tree line.Not the peaceful kind of quiet—the kind that warned. The kind that watched and waited. Every instinct I had sharpened immediately, pulling tight beneath my skin. The tension in the air was palpable.I moved first, following Ayla's scent deeper into the trees. It was fresh and overwhelming, clinging to the air in layers that made it difficult to think straight. Berries—rich and alive—wrapping around my senses and twisting something deep inside me that I wasn't ready to name yet. For a moment it felt like I was losing control, like the bond was pulling me forward faster than I wanted to go.Ryker followed close behind. Soren took the rear.Formation. Instinct. The only thing keeping this from falling apart.Fenrir was awake—not pacing, not restless. Focused in a way he rarely was. He'd caught one breath of her scent back in the hallway and hadn't let it go since.I'd tried reasoning with him before we left. Tried ex

Soren's POVAyla stepped out from behind the tree, and everything else fell away.My brothers, the cold, the forest—all of it faded to the edges. There was just her, standing in the pale morning light like she'd made a decision and dared the world to challenge it.Blaze went completely still inside me. Not tense. Not restless. Just—quiet. The way he got when something mattered."There," he said softly, pointing his muzzle toward where she stood.I didn't answer. I was too busy looking at her properly—maybe for the first time.She wasn't small out here. She wasn't hidden or invisible or easy to overlook the way she'd always made herself in the packhouse. She was present. Grounded. And furious in a way that suited her far better than the silence I'd watched her wear for years.Her auburn hair fell loose over her shoulders, wilder than usual from the forest, strands catching the light in a way I noticed more than I should have. Her silver eyes—striking gray in the morning light—were shar