Jace nodded, running a hand over his face. "It's like we're trying to assemble a puzzle while someone keeps setting the pieces on fire." "And now Calla's suffering because we don't understand what's happening to her." I looked between them. "During the pack meeting, she could barely function. The emotional input from everyone in the room was physically painful for her." "That level of empathic sensitivity..." Eden frowned. "That's not normal, even for moonkeepers." "Can Ysara help?" "Maybe. She mentioned an unbinding ritual before, something that could stabilize Calla's developing abilities." Eden moved to her dresser, pointing to the mirror there "I can try to contact her through this. She contacted me once with this." Jace cleared his throat. "Should I leave?" "Stay," I said. "If this works, I'll need you to help coordinate whatever Ysara suggests." Eden traced intricate runes on the mirror's surface with her fingertip. The glass shimmered, reflecting something other than our
Axel The warm weight of Calla in my arms should have brought comfort. Instead, it filled me with desperate purpose. She'd finally fallen asleep after her breakdown in the shower, but her breathing was still uneven. Even unconscious, her face carried tension from the emotional overload she couldn't control. Every few minutes, small whimpers escaped her lips like she was trapped in nightmares. I couldn't fix this alone. Not when her abilities were developing faster than either of us understood. Professional help. That's what I'd promised her a month ago, and that's what she needed. I eased out of bed carefully, making sure not to wake her. She stirred slightly, reaching for my warmth, but settled back into restless sleep when I tucked the blankets around her. Eden. If anyone knew how to contact Matron Ysara, it would be her. --- The hallway was quiet as I made my way to Eden's room. Most of the pack was either on patrol or trying to catch up on sleep after the chaos of recent da
CallaSleep came easier than expected after breaking down in Axel's arms. His presence wrapped around me like a warm blanket, blocking out the emotional noise that had been drowning me all day. For the first time since the forest massacre, I felt safe enough to let my guard down completely.But...of course, the universe had other plans.The familiar tug of a dreamwalk dragged me under just as I was finding peace. I groaned internally as consciousness shifted, my soul separating from my sleeping body.Oh, for crying out loud. Really? Right now?This was getting ridiculous. Every time I managed to catch my breath, another vision demanded my attention. I was starting to feel like some cosmic entity's personal entertainment system.The transition felt different this time - more violent and urgent. Instead of floating above a scene, I slammed into awareness like hitting cold water.I stood in what looked like an underground medical facility. Sterile white walls, harsh fluorescent lighting,
AxelThe main hall felt really intense right now.Thirty minutes had passed since the cartel left, and the weight of their ultimatum hung heavy in the air. Pack members filled every available seat, sprawled against walls, and clustered around the weapons racks. The tension was so thick, it felt like you could cut it with a knife.I stood at the front, looking out at faces that showed exhaustion, worry, and barely controlled fear. These people had been through hell in the past week. Human military attacks, Calla's collapse in the forest, my own tranquilizer-induced unconsciousness. Now this."Before we discuss the cartel's... offer," I began, keeping my voice steady despite the chaos in my head, "Calla has information from her latest dreamwalk that changes everything."All eyes turned to her. She sat in a chair near the front, looking smaller than usual. Her hands rested in her lap, fingers twisted together. The confident woman who'd torn apart nine professional soldiers seemed to have
AxelThe morning air felt like trouble.I stood at the compound gates facing three figures who represented everything wrong with werewolf politics.Lucien Vale looked exactly like the arrogant bastard I remembered. Sharp features, oil-slick hair, and that predatory smile he wore when planning someone's destruction. His abilities made the air around him seem darker, like light bent away from his presence.Vera stood beside him, her silver or was it platinum hair braided with those damn iron rings that caught the sunlight. Her whip coiled at her hip like a sleeping snake. Those pale blue eyes found mine and held them with deliberate challenge. Crazy bitch.The giant loomed behind them both. Cracked stone skin, those dead black eyes that tracked movement like a predator sizing up prey. His massive hands flexed slowly, making me wonder just what was going on in that sick head of his. I still didn't know his name, and honestly didn't care to learn it.My pack maintained defensive position
CallaMy head felt like someone was driving nails through my skull. The familiar pull of a dreamwalk dragged me under just as I started to wake up.I was back there again. In his office.Blake's office looked exactly the same. Cold walls, expensive furniture that felt like it was showing off. But Blake himself looked different and agitated. His perfect political mask was cracking like old paint.He paced behind his big desk like a caged animal. His hair was messy. His tie was loose. This wasn't the composed arrogant senator I remembered."Where the hell are they?" Blake snapped into his phone. "Twenty men with military training don't just disappear tracking one bitch in a broken pack!"In the leather chair across from him, Dante sat perfectly still. Like a pale statue that might come alive and suddenly kill you when you least expected it. "Perhaps your soldiers weren't as professional as advertised," Dante said. His voice was calm. Bored, even.Blake whirled around. "Those were the b