LOGINTHIRD PERSON POV The clearing outside the pack house had been prepared well before sunset. Torches circled the open space in wide intervals, their flames moving quietly in the evening breeze while the moon slowly climbed above the treeline. Morgan's pack arrived in small groups rather than one great procession, stepping into the clearing with subdued voices & lowered heads.Survivors of Alpha Harold’s fallen pack stood closer to the front, their posture tight with loss that had not yet settled into something manageable. James lingered near the edge of the clearing, watching the final groups arrive with the calm patience of someone used to guiding large gatherings without needing to command them loudly. Once the murmurs softened, he gave a small nod toward the treeline.The Alphas were coming.Shapes began to move through the trees.They had chosen to arrive already in wolf form, large silhouettes stepping from shadow into silver moonlight. The effect was immediate. Conversations fad
THIRD PERSON POV “Are you losing brain cells in your old age Charles, honestly,” Morgan groaned, rolling her eyes.Across the table, Jayden sniffled a laugh & quickly turned away, dragging a hand over his mouth to hide it.Morgan was ready to light this stupid old wolf’s hair on fire. Charles leaned back in his chair, arms crossed like he had all the patience in the world.“I’m just saying,” he said lazily. “You… women act on emotion. That human could have been interrogated by us Alphas. But you got upset and killed him.”Silence.Morgan slowly shifted her eyes toward him. Glowing & furious. Not just looking at Charles… almost through him.“Ah shit…” Sebastian murmured under his breath.He pushed his weight off the wall taking a step towards his mate. Morgan tilted her head slightly, staring at Charles like she was deciding which bone to break first.“You mean the human,” she said slowly, “who was part of the attack that saw 6 of my men slaughtered." Charles shrugged.“Who told u
SEBASTIAN’S POV three days later...Morgan and I stood in the bedroom, both dressed now, not training gear, but the sharp, professional style we pulled out three or four times a year for these council meetings. She tugged at her cream blouse, rolling her eyes. “Putting on this professional front again… still bullshit. Three, maybe four times a year, and it still feels like a costume.”I smirked, buttoning up my charcoal shirt, letting my fingers brush briefly over her shoulder. “You look deadly. And yeah… maybe the heels aren’t ideal, but they are… kind of hot.”She gave me a half-smile, not quite convinced. "Hmm," I pull her close at the waist & she lets out a little yelp. "All I'm thinking of is you in just the heels," I whisper against her neck. I feel the arousal spike through our bond & she shudders softly. "You...," I let out a soft chuckle before kissing her forehead & letting her go. Outside the pack house, Morgan stood beside me, posture sharp, heels clicking lightly ag
MORGAN’S POV 3:12am. The compound finally quiets. Not silent. Packs are never silent...patrol rotations shifting, generators humming, medics crossing gravel paths between buildings. The low thrum of it all settles into the bones of the place. But the chaos has stopped. For now.I stand at the sink in our bathroom, aggressively picking dried blood from beneath my nails. The bedroom door opens. Heavy footsteps cross the floorboards. A pause. Then the soft rustle of fabric hitting the chair.Sebastian.Steam hisses and he steps into the shower. "Coming?"I undress & follow him in. The hot water washing out any tension sitting in my muscles. I sigh softly letting the blood wash down the drain. Sebastian's hands are gentle but firm as he inspects the cuts and bruises along my arms, shoulder, and ribs. “These,” he murmurs, thumb brushing a cut near my hip, “could’ve been worse.” “Hurt like a bitch,” I admit quietly. The injury already slowly knitting itself back together. “So toug
His body slumped on the ground lifeless. I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose, eye closed & extending my hand holding the bloody knife to Kieran. He took it, wiped it clean & put it away. Lou let out a low whistle behind me. “Well… that was less than ideal.” I glanced at him over my shoulder, "His voice was annoying me," He grinned, shaking his head. “Touché, boss.” Static flickered through the comm at his belt. Evelyn’s voice cut sharp, tight with urgency. “Babe! Exfil in two minutes. Get everyone back. Now. I’ve got medics en route to the river pack as well as some coming to you for any injured or... lost," she paused. "The comms dropped when that first explosion went off — I thought it was a tech error. My fault. I should’ve seen it.” "Lou, just tell her to keep the channels open. Medics on standby.” He nods & repeats my request. Sebastian stepped closer, low growl rumbling through
THIRD PERSON POVLou’s grip on the truck slipped.His vision pulsed at the edges, the world tilting slightly as his wolf surged again beneath his skin. Golden eyes flashed briefly before fading back to brown. He sucked in a sharp breath, forcing the shift back down.“Lou,” Evelyn’s voice snapped through the comm in his ear. “Breathe. Slowly.”He leaned harder against the dented metal panel.“Bit difficult when someone’s put a hole in me,” he growled. His voice distorting. “In through your nose,” she continued firmly, ignoring him. “Out through your mouth.”“Oh brilliant. Didn’t realise we were doing breathing exercises while being shot at.”“Do it,” Evelyn said, her voice tightening slightly. Kieran crouched beside him, already cutting away the soaked fabric around the wound.“You’re lucky,” Kieran said, inspecting the leg.Lou narrowed his eyes. “You always say that right before bad news.”“It missed the artery.”Lou exhaled slowly. “Fantastic. Just the bullet then.”Kieran tighten







