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Fenrir POV“We don’t wait.”
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🍃 Arria POVMy hand flew down, and I covered myself.I was wet,I realized.He growled loudly.The sound shook the walls.
🍃 Arria POVI kissed him back, pulling at his lips while he owned my mouth and tongue.And because it was him, because I trusted him, I slipped my other hand under his arm and raised it above my head as he had instructed me.Now they were both where he wanted them.
🍃 Arria POVHis kisses were not tender.Not slow.Not careful in a way that would make me feel like somethingalreadybroken.
🌘 Fenrir POV“My Love.”It came like a call.A call to something deep inside my being.
🌘 Fenrir POVI kissed her.Notslowly.Nottenderly.Not the way shedeserved.
🌘 Fenrir POV I held her. One arm locked around her waist. One hand buried in her hair. Her face was pressed into my throat and her body tucked tightly against mine. For a moment, I let both of us just breathe. Alaric was not back. He was still with her. But I had heard what the shadows whispered to torture her. That old poison—that she was not good enough—was trying to crawl back through something as sacred as claiming her own mate. And by the way her body trembled, I realized she had accepted the possibility of that lie being true. I was livid. My grip tightened before I could stop it. “I am fine,” she whispered. But of course she was. And I was harmless. I moved. Fast enough to startle her. Careful enough not to hurt her. One moment she was pressed to my side. The next, she was beneath me, caged between my arms and legs, her red hair spread across the pillow, her wide green eyes fixed on my face. Her breath caught. Mine did too. For a different reason. She
5 days later When I arrived, the yard was empty. The laughter that usually greeted me was gone. Inside, the children were sitting in rows behind desks while an instructor stood in front of the room. “Extra lessons,” one of the caretakers explained when she noticed me standing by the door. “The
In the days that followed, changes began to appear everywhere. Patrols along the borders doubled. Training sessions started earlier and ended later. Warriors who had once joked with one another in the yard now moved with a sharper focus. At first the pack welcomed it. Strength always brings comfo
A year later. Sixteen. The age when a wolf answers. The clearing was filled once again. Torches circled the altar. Warriors lined the perimeter. Children were lifted onto shoulders. My father’s voice carried across the gathering. “Tonight, our future steps fully into her power.” Cheers erupte
The pack was left in the hands of the Beta family. Again. And I was left to think about what to do from now on. There was a huge possibility that I would never be truly a werewolf. In fact, according to our history 18th was the last threshold. My parents' obsession with believing I had a wolf w







