LOGINJORDAN POV“Whatever’s waking up in me… it’s yours now too. Just like the rest of me has always been.”Killian’s words sank into my chest like a brand, hot and permanent. We stood there in the war room, foreheads pressed together, his big hands still gripping the back of my neck like he needed to feel my pulse to believe I was real. Two days without him had left a raw hole in me, and now that he was back—changed, carrying something ancient and wild that my Anchor ability had just laid bare—I couldn’t hold back anymore.I kissed him hard, desperate, tongues sliding deep and messy. He tasted like forest rain and that new green edge that made my wolf snarl with want. “Show me,” he growled against my mouth, voice wrecked. “You read me completely. I felt it. Show me what you saw in me, Jordan. Not words. Touch. I need your hands on me while you do it.”The new dynamic between us ignited like dry tinder. No more careful distance. No more me holding back the full weight of the Anchor because
JORDAN POV“Tell me everything you can,” I said, voice low and rough as I kept my forehead pressed to Killian’s. His scent wrapped around me—deep forest, rain, and that new wild edge that made my wolf sit up and pay attention. The others had cleared out after a few tense minutes, giving us the war room to ourselves. Lorenzo had clapped Killian on the shoulder with a gruff “Talk to him,” Reef had shot me a knowing look through our fresh bond thread, and Eli had closed the door quietly behind them. Just us now. The way it needed to be for this.Killian exhaled slowly, his big hands still gripping my waist like he was afraid I’d disappear. “I don’t even know where to start, Jordan. After the oldest released everything… it felt like the whole territory was screaming. I could hear it in my bones. You were holding it together with Eli, pouring yourself out for hours, and I just… I couldn’t stand there doing nothing. So I went looking for answers. Thought maybe one of the old resonance sites
JORDAN POV“Where the hell is he?”I paced the war room like a caged animal, the territorial force still raw and buzzing under my skin from the six-hour containment with Eli. Two days. Killian had been gone for two fucking days, and nothing. No scent trail that lasted. No resonance ping. Even my Anchor senses—the ones that should’ve been able to find any wolf in our territory like breathing—came up blank every single time I reached for him. It was impossible. He was mine. Bonded. Part of the core. The land itself should’ve handed him over.Reef leaned against the table, arms crossed, still processing his own bombshell from yesterday. The new bond thread between us hummed steady, a quiet comfort in the chaos. “We’ve got scouts combing the eastern ridges again. Lorenzo’s leading a group near the old river crossing. If he’s hurt or—”“He’s not hurt,” I cut in, voice rough. My wolf was restless, clawing at the edges of my control. The memory of Lorenzo’s raw heat still lingered on my skin
JORDAN POV“Reef?”The name dropped between us like a live grenade. I was still bent over the table, sweat cooling on my skin, Lorenzo’s cum leaking down my thigh and his scarred body pressed warm against my back. My ass throbbed from the raw pounding he’d just given me, but the shock cut through the afterglow sharper than any bite.Lorenzo pulled out slowly, careful despite the heat still simmering between us. He turned me around, big hands steady on my hips as he met my eyes. “Yeah. Reef. The new bond thread latched onto him. Anchor-adjacent blood. Latent as hell, but it woke up the second your power went wide open during the release.”I dragged a shaky hand through my hair, legs still trembling. Cum and sweat mixed on my stomach where he’d stroked me through it. “Reef. All this time. He’s been right here, fighting with us, giving me shit about knocking on doors, and he’s got that running in his veins?”Lorenzo grabbed a towel from the side cabinet and started cleaning me up with su
JORDAN 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's POV"You haven't told me what's on it," I said to Killian the moment we were alone in the corridor.Killian looked at me. "I know," he returned."Are you going to?" I questioned."Yes," he returned. "After.""After what?" I questioned."After Callum finishes his testimony and the session c
Killian's POV"Come up here Killian," Callum acknowledged from the top of the stairwell. "Just you."I looked at Jordan.Jordan looked at me and replied very quietly "don't.""I have to," I replied."He's separating you from us deliberately," Jordan replied. "The moment you go up there alone he con
Killian's POVThe session ended and we filed out into the corridor and Callum was gone.Not standing outside the door waiting. Not at the end of the corridor. Gone completely, like he had never been there at all except for the far exit still swinging slightly on its hinges and the cold draft coming
Jordan's POVWe were three minutes from the eastern council hall when Killian grabbed my arm and pulled me into a doorway."Your neck," he urged quietly."What about it?" I questioned."The bite marks," he replied. "If Callum sees them before we're in that room he knows exactly what happened tonigh







