INICIAR SESIÓNJORDAN POV“You should’ve told me,” I growled, stepping closer until my chest brushed Lorenzo’s. The territorial force still hummed wild under my skin from the long containment, mixing with the raw exhaustion and that new, insistent bond thread pulling at me. But right now, all I could see was him—scarred, solid, the man who’d stood at my side through hell and still kept secrets.Lorenzo’s dark eyes flared, his big hand shooting out to grip my hip hard enough to bruise. “I’m telling you now, kid. And you’re shaking from holding the whole damn territory together. You need this as much as I do.”The heat hit like a match to gasoline. One second we were glaring in the hallway, the next his mouth crashed down on mine, rough and demanding, tongue pushing past my lips like he owned every inch of me. I groaned into it, fingers fisting in his shirt, yanking him closer. The new dynamic crackled between us—rawer than before, no careful distance, just two wolves finally letting the leash snap.“
JORDAN POV“This changes things,” I said quietly, still staring at that closed door like it might bite me. “Whoever’s in there… they’re bonded to me now. And I don’t know how the hell it happened.”Eli stayed right at my shoulder, his hand steady on my arm like he was afraid I’d collapse again. Lorenzo loomed behind us, arms crossed over his scarred chest, watching everything with that heavy stare he got when shit was about to get complicated. The packhouse halls felt too quiet after the six brutal hours we’d just survived. The territorial force still hummed in the back of my head, raw and newly balanced, but that faint new thread kept tugging at me—warm, tentative, real.I turned to Lorenzo, ignoring how my legs still felt like jelly. “I need to tell you something. While we were containing the oldest Anchor’s release… I felt something through the territorial sense. A second bond thread. Faint. Brand new. It’s connecting me to someone inside the packhouse. Someone I’ve known for month
JORDAN POV“I’m not okay until he’s back.”The words scraped out of my throat like broken glass. Eli’s arm stayed solid under my shoulders, keeping me from face-planting on the packhouse floor. My head still spun from the collapse, legs shaky as a newborn pup. The territorial force hummed around us, raw and unsettled, like a storm that hadn’t decided whether to keep raging or finally die down.Lorenzo loomed close, his scarred face etched with worry he didn’t bother hiding. “Easy, kid. You held four generations of hell by yourself. Give your body a damn minute.”I tried to push up again, but the room tilted hard. Eli eased me back against the couch they’d dragged me to, his grip firm but careful. “He’s right. Breathe. The oldest Anchor’s release is still bleeding through. We’re not out of it yet.”Six hours. That’s what it took.I don’t remember the first part clearly. Just fragments—voices overlapping, hands steadying me, the oldest Anchor’s presence lingering at the edge of my aware
JORDAN POV“Alright.”The oldest Anchor’s single word hit the clearing like a match to dry tinder. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then the territorial force exploded.“I’m releasing it,” he said, voice steady but laced with something ancient and exhausted. “All of it. Four generations of suppression ends now.”My eyes widened. “Wait—right now? Here?”“Yes.” He met my gaze, those gray-green eyes burning with decades of decision. “You showed me what’s possible. I won’t keep burying it. Not anymore.”The air cracked. I felt it before I saw it—the dam breaking. Four generations of locked Anchor ability surged free like a river bursting through concrete. The oldest Anchor’s power roared outward, raw and unchecked, slamming into the territorial force like a tidal wave. The ground trembled beneath my boots. Ancient trees groaned. The sky itself seemed to darken for a split second as centuries of suppressed energy flooded everything.“Jordan!” Eli’s voice cut sharp behind me.“I’ve got it
KILLIAN POV“You came to show me what’s still possible.”The oldest Anchor’s words carried across the clearing, low and raw, hitting me like a gut punch even from the treeline. I stood there shoulder to shoulder with Lorenzo, every muscle locked tight, my wolf pressed close to the surface but holding. Eli stayed a respectful distance behind Jordan, silent. This wasn’t our fight to jump into. Not yet.I couldn’t catch every word—not with the strange acoustics of this ancient territory warping sound like it had its own rules—but I didn’t need to. The bond did the rest. Jordan’s Anchor ability flowed wide open through it, no walls, no careful management, no concealment. Full force. Everything he was—raw power, steady heart, that stubborn light that refused to let anyone stay lost—directed straight at the man who had carried four generations of solitude.It was the most vulnerable I’d ever felt him. And the strongest.I watched the oldest Anchor shift on his feet, that enormous presence f
JORDAN POV“Tell me,” I said quietly, holding his gaze across the clearing. “I’m listening.”The oldest Anchor stared at me for a long moment, those gray-green eyes searching for any sign of deception. Killian and Lorenzo stood like statues at the treeline. Eli remained a few paces back, present but silent. No one else would speak.Finally, the ancient wolf exhaled, his voice rough as old stone. “Four generations ago, I chose suppression. The packs were tearing each other apart. Old rivalries had become bloodbaths. The territorial force was wild, pulling wolves under like a riptide. I watched one of my predecessors burn out trying to balance it openly—his power drew every challenger, every mad Alpha who thought they could claim it. So I buried mine. Locked the raw strength down deep. Became the shadow that held the lines instead of the light that invited every knife.”I stayed completely still, letting every word settle without interruption.He continued, voice gaining a little streng
Killian’s POVThe meeting room felt different with Ren in it.Not because she seemed dangerous. She was ninety-three years old and sat there sipping tea like this was any other morning. But sixty years of war sat across from me. Sixty years of losses none of us could ever get back. And she carried
Jordan’s POV“Something that belonged to your grandmother,” Killian said, stabbing a piece of bacon like it personally offended him. “And you told Reef to wait until the formal meeting? For real?”“I said tomorrow last night,” I shot back, shoving my plate away. “Well, guess what? It’s tomorrow.”“
Jordan’s POV "She's at the boundary," Reef said, poking his head through the cracked door. I looked at Killian and my gut just dropped. Like full on twisted up. He tugged his jacket straight even though it was already fine, eyes locked on mine. “Ready?” “Fuck no,” I breathed out. “Not even a l
Killian's POVThe sun broke fast over the horizon. I couldn't have slept if I tried, not with everything crowding into my head. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling Jordan’s wolf pressed against mine through the bond, Lorenzo’s steady presence on my other side. Somewhere in the house,







