LOGINJuneI 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
Caleb The doctor finishes his examination and steps back from the bed, his expression thoughtful in a way that does nothing to ease the tension sitting in my chest. I watch him closely, searching his face for something concrete. Something I can hold onto. “There is nothing structurally wrong,” he says after a moment, his voice calm, clinical. “She should be healing.” Should be. The words echo in my head long after he says them. Because she is not. I shift my gaze back to June, lying motionless against the white sheets. The bandage wrapped around her side is clean now, the bleeding stopped after the silver bullet was removed. Everything looks as it should on the surface. But it is not. Her healing is slow. Too slow. Slower than I have ever seen from any wolf. Slower than it should be, even for a human. And that thought alone is enough to make something restless stir inside me. My wolf does not like this. Neither do I. The doctor gives a few final instructions before leaving t
Caleb Her weight settles against me, warm and real, and for a second everything else fades. The noise, the people, the bodies scattered across the yard. None of it matters. It is just her in my arms, her head tipped back against my shoulder, her breath shallow against my neck. “June,” I murmur, but there is no response. I adjust my grip and lift her fully, cradling her against my chest. Her arm hangs loose at her side, her fingers still stained red. My jaw tightens as I look down at her, taking in every detail like I need to memorize that she is still here. Then I see it. The wound on her side. My frown deepens instantly as I shift her slightly, careful not to jostle her too much. The fabric near her ribs is soaked through, darker than it should be. That wound should have been closing by now. It should have at least started to heal. But it has not. It is still raw. Still bleeding. Something cold slides into my chest. Footsteps approach, quick and familiar. Jake, Lucas, and
Caleb June narrows her eyes, locking her gaze onto Hayden with an intensity that seems to vibrate the very air between them. When she speaks, her voice is nothing like the one I have grown to know. It is rougher and hoarse, a jagged sound. It is the sound of a predator finally letting go of the leash. "No body can own us," she says, the words coming out as a low rumble that feels like it originates from a place deep beneath her ribs. "We don’t fight for anyone." I can see the impact of her words hitting him like a physical strike. Hayden’s eyes slightly widen, and for a split second, the mask of arrogance he wears begins to crumble. The fear he has been trying so hard to hide seeps through his gaze, flickering there like a dying flame, yet he still tries to pull himself together and look brave. He swallows hard, his throat working as he tries to find his voice. "You can’t get away from killings everyone," he stammers, though the threat lacks any real weight. "You have to pay the
JuneThis is the exact reason I never feel like I belong anywhere.Because sooner or later, you are expected to bend. To soften the edges that make other people uncomfortable. To pretend you did not see what you saw. To hold back because someone with money or a last name that carries weight must no
Caleb I push the bathroom door open and step inside. The scent hits me so hard it almost steals the air from my lungs. I stop just past the threshold, hand still on the door, breath locking in my chest like I have been struck. Heat flares low and fast, not from exertion, not from anger. My wolf
JuneMy mind keeps circling back to the moment in the training hall.More specifically, to him.I do not understand what happens to my emotions when Caleb is around. They twist and tangle in ways that make no sense. One second, I feel something warm and confusing, something that makes my heart in m
June I keep running. With every passing moment my paws touch the earth, my speed increases. It feels natural, like I was always meant to move this way. Muscles stretch and contract with perfect rhythm. Air rushes into my lungs, cool and sharp, filling me with something close to joy. It is exhila







