The air was crisp, carrying a hint of autumn through the quiet streets as I walked, hands buried in the pockets of my jacket. The world around me felt different now sharper, richer, alive in ways I hadn’t noticed before. I paused for a moment, taking it all in: the distant hum of traffic, the soft rustle of leaves, the warm glow of streetlights casting long shadows. It was peaceful, almost deceptively so, and I let myself breathe it in, knowing how easily chaos could return.I smiled faintly, a quiet acknowledgment of everything that had happened. The battles, the schemes, the heart-stopping moments with Savannah, the nights of fear and adrenaline, and the moments of pure, unexpected joy they all lingered in my memory like threads woven into the fabric of who I had become. I had survived, yes, but more importantly, I had grown. Every scar, every bruise, every sleepless night had forged something stronger inside me.I thought of Jaxon, of how far we had come together. The tension that
I never imagined that a single night could feel both endless and fleeting. The aftermath of the battle still thrummed in my veins, adrenaline and relief mingling into something I couldn’t quite name. The adrenaline high had faded, leaving a quiet, raw exhaustion but also a strange exhilaration. I had survived. I had fought. And maybe, just maybe, I had finally earned a place where I belonged.Jaxon stood beside me, his presence solid and grounding, even in the chaos left behind. His hand brushed mine at just the right moment, and my chest fluttered in ways I could no longer deny. Our bond our mate bond was something I had felt strengthening over months, subtle and persistent, now blazing quietly between us. I could sense him even without looking, could feel the tension in the air shift whenever he was near. The pack had noticed it, too. I could see the way the younger members lingered on the edges, whispering among themselves. I was accepted.It felt strange, to think about acceptance
I didn’t know what was scarier, the forest around me, thick with shadows and the scent of damp earth, or the feeling in my gut that tonight, nothing would ever be the same. My heartbeat thudded like a drum in my chest, each pulse echoing the tension that had been building for weeks, months even. Savannah’s latest scheme had escalated beyond anything I’d imagined. This wasn’t just schoolyard manipulation or whispers behind lockers. This was real danger. Supernatural danger.Beside me, Jaxon moved silently, a shadow among shadows, every sense tuned and coiled. His presence alone set my instincts on edge, pulling at something primal inside me that I didn’t fully understand. My hands brushed the hilt of my training blade more a symbolic piece, since my instincts were now my strongest weapons but I didn’t feel nervous. I felt ready. Empowered. Alive.Lucas trailed slightly behind us, his eyes sharp, calculating, a constant reminder that even allies could be unpredictable. And then I felt
The night air was heavy, fragrant with the scent of pine and wet earth, and it seemed to hum with something unspoken. I couldn’t deny it any longer the pull toward Jaxon was relentless, and tonight, away from everyone else, I finally let myself feel it fully.He was waiting for me in the clearing we’d discovered days ago, the moonlight highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the deep, electric blue of his eyes. Even in silence, he commanded my attention. My chest tightened, every nerve firing, every heartbeat an echo of the tension I’d been holding inside for weeks.“Hey,” I whispered, my voice trembling just slightly.“Hey,” he replied, his tone soft but loaded with that edge that always made me shiver. His gaze lingered on me in a way that made me feel exposed and safe all at once.We didn’t speak at first. The air between us was thick with everything we hadn’t said, everything we had tried to ignore. I felt it the subtle tug of the mate bond, a sensation like an invisible thr
There are moments in life that don’t explode they unravel. Quietly. Slowly. Like a thread finally snapping after years of tension.That’s how it felt standing in front of my brother’s door.For days, I’d been avoiding this. Every time I saw Ethan, something inside me tightened — that old, familiar ache of being invisible. But after everything that had happened — the attacks, the secrets, the truth about Jaxon and the pack — it felt wrong to keep pretending that the wound between us wasn’t still bleeding.I knocked before I could change my mind.“Yeah?” came his voice from inside.I pushed open the door. Ethan was sitting at his desk, laptop open, surrounded by books and notes. He looked up, surprised. “Avery?”His eyes softened a little, but there was a flicker of unease there too — like he already knew what this was about.“Can we talk?” I asked.He nodded slowly, closing his laptop. “Sure. What’s going on?”I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. For a moment, neither of us sp
The air still smelled like smoke and rain when I woke the next morning. My head was pounding, the echo of last night’s chaos replaying in flashes — Jaxon’s silver eyes, the creature’s shadow, and that horrible voice calling me the key.I tried to shake it off, telling myself it had to be over. But deep down, I knew better. Whatever that thing was, it hadn’t been lying. Something inside me was changing.The first bell rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. School was the last place I wanted to be, but pretending to be normal had become a strange kind of comfort. So I pulled my jacket tighter and stepped into the noise — the chatter, the laughter, the false brightness of fluorescent lights that felt miles away from the darkness I’d faced the night before.Lucas met me by my locker, a cup of coffee in each hand. “You look like you fought a ghost.”I took the cup with a weak smile. “Close enough.”He studied me for a second, his sandy hair falling into his eyes. “You okay?”“I will be.”Lu