LOGINLena’s povI wake up slowly.Not the normal kind of waking up.The kind where your body feels heavy, like someone tied weights to your arms and legs. My head hurts. My chest feels tight. For a second, I forget where I am.Then I smell Griffin.Clean. Familiar. Warm.My eyes open.The ceiling is not my dorm room ceiling. It’s bigger. Higher. Stone and wood. Old but clean. I blink a few times and try to sit up.Bad idea.My head spins and I let out a small sound, not even a scream, just—“Hey,” someone says quickly. “Easy.”Griffin.He’s right there. Sitting by the bed. His eyes are red like he hasn’t slept. His hair is a mess. He looks scared.“Don’t move too fast,” he says. “You scared the hell out of me.”I swallow. My throat is dry.“Where… am I?” I ask.“You’re at my place,” he says softly. “The fortress.”I frown. “Your… fortress?”He gives a small smile. “Yeah. That.”I try again to sit up, slower this time. Griffin helps me with a pillow behind my back. His hand brushes mine and
Griffin’s POV I leaned against the edge of my desk, arms folded across my chest, trying to keep myself from pacing a hole straight through the floorboards. The study was dim except for the desk lamp throwing a warm pool of light over scattered papers and open books. The heater hummed low, steady, the only thing in the room that felt steady at all. Every few seconds the wind brushed the windowpane, carrying with it the faint rustle of loose pages. I barely noticed any of it, my eyes were fixed on Ryker.He sat across from me in the leather chair, stiff-backed and tense, like he’d rather be standing but didn’t want to set me off. His fingers tapped once against the armrest before he forced them still. He was listening, really listening. That alone told me he knew this wasn’t some casual conversation.I exhaled. “I need to talk to you about something.”Ryker frowned, already bracing. “You mean the rogue werewolves?”“Partly.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “I guess I said almost everythi
Xenia’s POV I moved around the kitchen. I wasn’t even fully awake yet, just humming quietly to myself while flipping the eggs in the pan. It was one of those rare mornings when the house felt calm… too calm, honestly and I wanted to enjoy it for at least five minutes before something came to ruin it. Anything could happen these days and I was learning that pretty fast Then I heard faint footsteps upstairs.I paused, spatula halfway in the air. For a second, I honestly expected Donald to stroll into the living room like nothing happened last night. The man was unpredictable, especially when he was drunk, and the way he’d stumbled into the house… I wouldn’t have been shocked to see him wandering around aimlessly this morning.But the stairs stayed empty.The living room was empty too.“Figures,” I muttered to myself, rolling my eyes. “He must’ve slipped out again.”That man had mastered the art of disappearing. I hissed under my breath, annoyed that the peace I was enjoying came with
Lena’s POV The pounding in my head dragged me out of sleep like someone was knocking from the inside of my skull. Slow, steady and painful. I groaned, pressing my palm to my temple before my eyes even opened. My lashes fluttered, letting in blurred shapes, familiar shadows, and the faint glow of early morning light sneaking through the curtains.Griffin’s room.I didn’t need to sit up to recognize it, the scent gave it away first. That subtle mix of cedar, his cologne, and something warm that always made the place feel like a safe spot even when I didn’t want it to. The layout, the large window with the heavy curtains, the black chair pushed against the wall... all too familiar.I blinked a few more times, trying to shake the fog out of my head. My limbs felt heavy, almost like I’d run a marathon and then gotten hit by a car afterwards. I shifted slowly, dragging myself up into a sitting position, pushing my hair back with my hand.The mark on the back of my hand, clear enough to be
Xenia’s POV It had finally been a peaceful evening.For once.No drama, no yelling, no emotional explosions out of nowhere.Just me, a bowl of popcorn on my lap, a glass of juice beside me, and Netflix playing something stupid and comforting that didn’t require brain cells, yep… gross romance.The living room lights were low, my phone was upside down somewhere on the other side of the couch, and for the first time in a long time, I felt myself sinking into the cushions like gravity was doing me a personal favour.I let out a long exhale.“Finally,” I muttered, stuffing more popcorn into my mouth. “Just peace.”Then—SLAM.The front door almost flew off its hinges.I jumped so hard I nearly tossed the whole drink.My heart started sprinting before my brain could even catch up. I spun around, expecting… I don’t know. A burglar? A serial killer? A demon doing late-night home visits?Nope.Lilith.She stumbled inside looking like she’d been dragged through a tornado and then shoved into
Donald’s POVThe hotel room was quiet… just too quiet.I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees, staring at my phone like it held answers I couldn’t get out of myself. Xenia’s name was right there on the screen, just one tap, and I’d be calling her and maybe she’d pick up, maybe she’d say something that would make all this mess in my head settle for a second.My thumb hovered over the screen, not touching it, not pulling away either.I locked the phone and tossed it beside me.I didn’t want to admit how pathetic it looked. Sitting here like some abandoned idiot waiting for someone who wasn’t even thinking about me. No messages, no calls, not even a short “Hey, did you get home?” Nothing.She didn’t care… she didn't!I’d shown up at our apartment days ago. I didn’t need anything I picked up, half the stuff wasn’t even needed. I just wanted her to react, to look at me, to ask me why I came, get mad, yell or something, anything at all.But she wasn’thome,







