LOGINJuneCaleb leaves with Jake and Lucas early in the morning to find Tanya.Or more specifically, to find out where she disappeared to from what they call their pack.I wanted to go with him.The moment he told me they were leaving, I was already reaching for my jacket, already prepared to follow him out the door. Sitting around while someone who shot me walks free does not come naturally to me.But Caleb refused immediately.Not argued.Not suggested.Refused.Under normal circumstances, I would have ignored him and gone anyway. I usually do what I want, especially when someone tries telling me I cannot.But this time is different.I know it would make him worried. Angry too. And for some reason, the thought of being the reason behind that twisting tension in his eyes makes something inside me soften in a way I still do not fully understand.I do not want him feeling like that because of me.So for once, I stay.Even if I hate it.I stand near the window after they leave, watching Cale
JuneA burst of anger rolls off Caleb so suddenly that it almost feels physical.One second he is holding me, and the next he steps back like he is forcing distance between us before he loses control. His jaw clenches hard, his chest rising sharply as low growls spill from him louder than before.He looks furious.Not just angry.Livid.The air around him feels heavier somehow, charged with something raw and dangerous that makes every instinct in me sharpen.“I am going to kill her.”The words come out rough, almost snarled.For a second, I just stare at him.And then something strange happens.I feel it.Not just my own anger anymore, but his too.It crashes through me in waves, intense and protective and violent in a way that feels unfamiliar. It is like I am standing outside of it and inside it at the same time, witnessing his emotions while somehow feeling echoes of them inside myself.The rage I felt moments ago was sharp and personal.This is different.This anger burns hotter,
JuneNow alone in the room, I push the blanket off my legs and slowly stand from the bed.For a second, I wait.I know this feeling too well. The moment after transforming back. The sharp wave that usually tears through my body without warning, forcing me to curl into myself until it passes. Every bone aching, every muscle burning like I have been ripped apart and stitched back together wrong.I brace for it automatically as my feet touch the floor.But nothing happens.I straighten carefully, my hand hovering near my side as I take a cautious step forward.Still nothing.A faint ache lingers beneath the bandage, but it is nowhere near what I am used to. It is manageable. Ordinary, even.My brow furrows.Maybe it is because I have been lying down.That has to be it.I start walking slowly around the room, expecting the pain to strike once I move more. My eyes drift toward the door, then the window, my thoughts turning faster with every step I take.But nothing hits me.No sharp agony.
JuneI am propped up against a stack of pillows, still getting used to being back in my own body, when Caleb walks in with a bowl in his hands. The scent reaches me before he even gets close. Something warm. Simple. Comforting in a way I do not have a name for.He pulls a chair closer to the bed and sits down without saying much. His focus is on the bowl, on making sure it is not too hot, on doing something as ordinary as bringing me food like it matters more than anything else right now.I watch him quietly.There is something different about this moment. No urgency. No danger. Just this quiet space where it is only the two of us.He lifts the spoon, dips it into the soup, and pauses. Then he brings it closer to his lips and blows on it gently, testing the heat before turning it toward me.“Careful,” he murmurs. “It’s still warm.”For a second, I do not move.I just look at him.At the way he holds the spoon like this is something he has decided to do, not something he feels forced i
JuneOne minute I am standing there, watching Hayden and his men, every muscle in my body tight and ready, and the next everything slips.It is not gradual. It is not something I can fight.It just… goes dark.Something inside me pulls back, like I am being gently but firmly pushed away from the front of my own mind. My thoughts scatter, my control loosens, and then I am no longer the one holding the reins.I am still here.Just differently.Earlier, I didn't understand what happened to me... but now, when I am aware of my wolf... I can feel what happens. I cannot see what is happening out there, not clearly, but I can feel it. I can feel her.My wolf.She rises without hesitation, without doubt, filling the place I left behind like she was always meant to. There is no confusion in her, no second guessing. Only purpose.And I know what that purpose is.Hayden.His men.The threat.A small part of me tries to reach forward, tries to hold onto something, to stay connected, but it slips
CalebIf Sophia were here… the thought comes uninvited, slipping into my mind and refusing to leave. I would have asked her to help June. I know what she can do. I have seen it. The way she takes pain, the way she pulls it out like it is nothing but a burden she can carry.I drag a hand over my face, exhaling slowly.It is selfish. I know it is. Wanting someone else to take June’s pain, to fix this when I cannot. But I do not know what else to do. Sitting here, watching her lie still while time keeps moving forward, is slowly eating away at me.The doctor checked her again not long ago. Same results. The wound is healing now. Slowly, but it is healing. Everything in her body is doing what it should.Except for one thing.She has not woken up.I sit there for a long moment, staring at her, trying to find any sign that something is changing. A twitch. A shift. Anything.There is nothing.The doctor did not look concerned. That is the part that frustrates me the most. He stood there, cal
MikhailThe scent of them is like a poison cloud, thick and heavy in the air. Hunters, their presence a constant threat, a shadow that lingers in the corners of our world. I crouch lower, my muscles tense, my wolf snarling inside me, a caged beast eager to be unleashed.Jake and Caleb are beside me, t
SophiaMy heart pounds in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins as I stand over Mikhail. His body lies on the ground, shifting between wolf and human form, his wounds gushing blood with each ragged breath.The pain in my own body is nothing compared to the agony I feel at the sight of him. My
MikhailEach moment that goes by increases my restlessness.We have searched every possible looking for the signs of hunters, but still, we are unsuccessful. Losing Sophia has devastated my wolf to the point that he has completely shut me off. He only reacts when he hears anything related to Sophia; o
SophiaHis body stiffens at my words, and I can see the internal struggle in his eyes. The darkness in them slowly fades, replaced by a flicker of relief and an emotion that is unreadable.He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, his entire frame relaxing just a fraction as he processes what I’ve s







