LOGINBastien's povLilian came the morning after Finn's allergy episode with an apology already shaped and ready.She was sorry about the chocolate. She hadn't known how serious his allergy was, hadn't understood the extent of it, would never have given him so much if she had. Her voice was soft and her eyes were appropriately troubled and she stood in the entrance of my study with her hands folded in a way that looked like contrition."Let me make it up to him," she said. "A camping trip. Fresh air, time together. It would help him forget the scare.""No," I said.She blinked. Then rearranged. "Then let me visit. Even for an afternoon. I'll cancel whatever I have — he shouldn't think I've disappeared." She held my gaze. "Please, Bastien."Something in the persistence of it moved me where the apology hadn't. I nodded.She smiled immediately.Finn heard her come in and ran from his room before she had cleared the entrance hall. He threw his arms around her waist and she crouched and laughed
Angel's povWhen I received a call from Bastien that Finn was seriously sick and that I was the only one who knew what medication he used, I didn’t even think twice. I arrived minutes later.I gave Finn his medication which had been carelessly stacked under a bed. By the time Finn’s breathing finally evened out, the sky outside the window had begun getting brighter.I knelt beside the bed, counting his breaths the way I had learned to do over the years, slowly and carefully. His small fingers curled unconsciously around my sleeve, a reflex born from countless nights like this.I had memorized his allergies, his reactions and his limits.Someone else clearly hadn’t.When Bastien stepped in, his presence felt intrusive, almost disruptive, like a stranger wandering into a space he had never bothered to understand.“How is he?” he questioned.I didn’t look at him. “ He’s fine.”“Finn is not supposed to eat chocolates, too much chocolate...and you know that.” “He said his allergies disapp
Bastien's povEight years. Eight years of meals together, of pack events, of mornings in the same house, and I had not known what she was capable of in a shifting match.I had watched her move through that clearing with the controlled precision of someone who had been trained at a level I hadn't accounted for, and the knowledge of it sat uncomfortably in my chest the whole drive back from the grounds.Not because she had beaten me — I had felt the match was genuinely even by the end, not the walkover it had looked like from outside — but because I had not known.Two months had passed since that day and I had not reached out to her once.I had taken a minor injury during a northern border patrol three days ago — nothing serious, a gash along my forearm from a fence line that had given way. I had cleaned it myself and not thought much about it.But sitting in the car with Adam on the way back from the territory meeting, my arm catching the light at the wrong angle, I thought about the w
Angel's povThe fallen oak had taken out two course markers and a section of the boundary fence when it came down. I stood in the debris field and assessed the damage the way I had been trained to — fast, systematic, starting with what was still moving.Nothing was still moving. The tree had settled. The wolves who had scattered were regrouping at the edges. Lily was unhurt.Across the clearing, Bastien had taken a step toward me when the debris flew. I saw it. But Lilian's hand was on his arm before he reached the second step, holding him back, and he had stopped.He was still looking at me, his eyes filled with worry and something close to guilt — but he didn't move. Lilian's hand was on his arm, and he stayed where he was.I turned away from both of them.The clearing was still sorting itself out when Bastien came over."When did you learn to move like that," he said.I looked at him. "Does it matter?""Angel—""It's impressive," Lilian said pleasantly. "Though I do wonder — was th
Kian's povBastien agreed to the match without hesitation, which surprised me less than the crowd's reaction to Angel issuing the challenge.The wolves around us had spent the last hour forming a picture of her — the Omega hire, the discarded mate, the woman Lilian had described as trading on male goodwill and fabricated credentials. They had filed her accordingly. Watching her step into the clearing and call out a Mystic Pack Alpha by name quietly dismantled that filing, and they didn't quite know what to do with the dismantling.Lily was practically vibrating beside me. I put a hand on her shoulder to keep her in one place.Angel shifted first.Her wolf was a deep grey, almost blue in the forest light, leaner than I remembered from the training yard but moving with the same quality — nothing wasted, nothing performed. She didn't charge. She circled, wide and unhurried, reading the ground, reading him, building a picture before she committed to anything.Bastien's wolf was larger. He
Angel's povReid let the question hang in the air.The clearing had gone quiet the way clearings did when a challenge had been issued and no one wanted to be the first to answer it. Wolves looked at each other. A few looked at Kian. Nobody moved.Then Lilian stepped forward."I'll go," she said.The mood shifted immediately — not tension, something lighter. A few wolves nearby exchanged looks and the comments started, low and amused, moving through the crowd."Bastien won't let her lose.""He'll hold back again.""Can't have her upset, can he."Someone laughed. "We'll see his real level when it's someone he doesn't care about losing to."Lilian smiled at all of it with the composed grace of a woman who had learned to treat other people's amusement as a form of attention. She looked at Bastien and something passed between them — the easy private communication of two people who had spent a great deal of time in the same rooms.Reid had questions. Whitmore provided answers — Lilian's ran
Angel’s POVDana was already waiting outside the Packhouse gate when I stepped out with my suitcase.She stood with her arms folded, sweater sleeves pulled over her wrists. Her gaze swept over my bandaged leg, the swelling along my calf, and the exhaustion that was apparent on my face.Without a wo
Angel’s POVThe music slowed into something soft and I moved without thinking, letting the rhythm guide me. There was no audience now, no judging eyes or gossip. Just the empty dance floor and the stranger leaning calmly against the railing, watching with an expression I couldn’t decipher.For the
Angel’s POVThe club was playing a bass tune when I arrived. It was a little bit crowded, filled with faces I didn’t recognize. The unfamiliarity of it made me feel at ease. For once, I wasn't surrounded with anyone who would judge me. I came here to unwind and temporarily forget my current situat
Angel’s POVDespite having graduated from the Royal Academy with excellence in combat, transformation theory, and wolf-pack administration… none of it mattered when no one wanted to hire me.The world didn’t judge me by my skills. It judged me by my past.Still, everyday, I woke up, got dressed, ti







