LOGINA heavy, intoxicating wave of scent flared from him—something fierce, protective, and entirely feral—answering the silent, desperate call my body was putting out like it had a mind of its own.It wasn’t just attraction.It was recognition, acting like a green light to the instinct claws-deep in my mind and snapping the last thread of restraint I had left.Losing that final grip on logic, I arched into his touch, my hands traveling up his chest to tangle in his shaggy hair.I didn’t wait for permission.I didn’t wait for him to finish his warning.I pulled him down, bridging the final inch between us, and pressed my lips directly to his.The moment our lips met, it was like something inside me detonated.A violent jolt of electricity snapped through the darkness, turning the simmer inside me into an absolute explosion, stealing the breath straight from my lungs.Ollie groaned against my mouth, a sound that was half-surrender and half-agony, low and broken, like it hurt him to stop.For
Meghan's POVThe darkness of the room didn’t hide the heat; it only made it more concentrated, trapping it under the heavy blanket. Every inch of space where our skin was close, even through clothes, felt charged.I held my breath, terrified that if I exhaled too loudly, the fragile peace Ollie had settled into would shatter. But the fire inside me wasn’t peaceful. It was a sudden, demanding pressure, tightening in my chest and making my pulse hammer against my ribs.It wasn’t steady anymore.It was building.Layering.Like something inside me was pacing, restless and awake in a way it hadn’t been before.I shifted slightly under the blanket, but the movement only made it worse—like my own skin was too sensitive to exist inside itself. My thoughts started to blur at the edges, slipping between awareness and something heavier, instinctive, pressing forward.He must have felt the sudden shift in my energy, or maybe he could hear how shallow my breathing had become. In the dark, I heard
Meghan's POVThe week before Christmas break felt like the first time I could actually breathe again.Not because everything was fixed.Not because everything made sense.But because it had stopped actively falling apart.Ollie stayed close the entire time.Not in a hovering way.Just… present.Like a constant I was still getting used to having.The apartment slowly went back to normal in the way things do when people are trying not to talk about something too loudly.Anya stopped crying every time she looked at me.Mostly.Kylah stopped asking questions she already knew we couldn’t answer yet.Mostly.Shane stopped pretending he wasn’t watching both me and Ollie like he was trying to solve a problem with missing pieces.Definitely not mostly.And me?I stopped feeling like I was going to disappear if I blinked too long.Mostly.My wolf was quieter now.Not gone.Just settled.Like she’d done what she came to do and was now… watching.Waiting.Observing Ollie the same way I was.Which
Meghan's POVI took another sip of coffee just to give myself something to do with my hands.Ollie was still watching me like he was waiting for something important.Like I was about to break again.I wasn’t.At least… I didn’t think I was.“I don’t really understand all of it yet,” I said slowly, setting the mug down. “But when I shifted—there was this place.”His expression shifted immediately.“Place?”I nodded.“It wasn’t the apartment. It wasn’t anything real in the normal way. It was like…” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “Like everything I’ve ever painted at some point got pulled together into one place.”Ollie didn’t interrupt.Just listened.That made it easier.“It was a forest,” I continued. “But not just a forest. It was frozen and alive at the same time. There was a lake that looked like glass, and the trees were all covered in snow, but the sky was moving like it was breathing.”My fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the counter as I remembered it.
Meghan's POVThe kitchen felt too normal for what we were talking about.Coffee brewing.Steam rising.Morning light filtering through the blinds like nothing in my life had just cracked open and rearranged itself again.Ollie leaned back against the counter, mug in hand, like he needed something to do with his body while he talked.I stayed on the counter where he’d left me, watching him.Waiting.There was a tension in him I hadn’t seen before—not the protective kind he always carried around me, but something older. Something layered. Like he was standing at the edge of a story he wasn’t used to telling out loud.He exhaled slowly.“Okay,” he said. “I guess I should start from the beginning.”My wolf stirred quietly at that.Not restless.Just attentive.Listening.Ollie glanced at me once, then away again like it helped him speak.“I’m from the Bluemoon Pack.”I blinked.That wasn’t what I expected.“Pack,” I repeated slowly.He nodded once.“And so are Adrien, Luca, Shane… all of
Meghan's POVWhen the crying finally slowed, it didn’t stop all at once.It faded.Like a storm losing strength instead of ending.My breathing was still uneven, my hands still gripping Ollie’s shirt like it was the only solid thing in the room, but the sharp edge of it—the panic, the overwhelm—had dulled into something quieter.Tired.Empty.Real.Ollie didn’t move away when it softened.He just stayed.One hand at my back, the other steadying my shoulder like he was making sure I didn’t slip out of myself again.Minutes passed like that.Not rushed.Not awkward.Just… held.Eventually, I pulled back slightly.Not fully.Just enough to see him.His eyes were on me immediately.Like they always were.Like I was the only thing in the room worth tracking.My chest tightened in a way that had nothing to do with pain anymore.It was different now.Sharper.Clearer.Because I could feel it.Not just emotionally.Instinctively.The bond didn’t feel like something new.It felt like something
Ollie's POVI wake slowly to the smell of bacon and coffee drifting through the apartment.For a second, I don’t move.Everything feels warm. Heavy in the best way. Rain taps softly against the windows while sleep still drags at the edges of my mind.Then I feel her.Soft against my chest.My arm i
Ollie's POVIt’s nearly four in the morning when I hear the lock click softly at the front door.I sit upright immediately.The movement is instinctive, my body reacting before my brain fully catches up. The apartment is dim except for the lamp left on in the living room, casting warm light over th
Meghan's POVI wake up slowly to the smell of food drifting through the apartment.For a second, I’m too dazed to understand where I am.Then warmth presses against my back.Strong.Steady.My sleepy brain catches up all at once.Ollie.I freeze instantly, suddenly hyperaware of the position I’m in
Meghan's POVIt probably took me another thirty minutes to get home from the harbor.By the time I finally reached our apartment building, exhaustion sat heavy in every part of me. My legs ached from walking, my makeup was probably ruined beyond repair, and all I wanted was to collapse face-first i







