LOGINRain’s POV:
Fuck me. This was harder than it looked staying away. It was seeing that fucking bedtime PJ’s that did it. Well lack of PJ’s anyway. He told himself he wouldn’t try to mindlink with her. But, once her scent and her arousal hit his nose, his entire body both the wolf and human side exploded with the need of her. To be near her. To know if he was the reason she was all hot and bothered. He didn’t know what he would do if he wasn’t the reason.
She knew nothing about him or their bond. He couldn’t blame her if there was someone else. She was hot as fuck and how she didn’t have a million men and shifters chasing after her he didn’t know. But, once again he couldn’t get too ahead of himself because he didn’t know that either. He didn’t know anything about his new mate. Damn crazy after all this time he found his mate at the most unlucky time. Most people find them at the age of sixteen but Rain had been in jail and was now twenty five. Shaking his head, he dared look at her as she stood on the balcony. She must have felt the bond because he could swear she looked for him.
No, humans don’t feel the bond the same way wolves do. Most wolves who find out they are mated to a human decide to go through the painful process of cutting their human mate off and asking the moon goddess for a more suitable mate in return for a sacrifice of some kind.
But Rain had no intention of cutting the connection with this mate. He needed her his wolf needed her too badly to even think about it.
He just wanted to see if she was safe and had gotten home? After all she was his mate and he should look after her. His wolf demanded it. Wouldn’t give him a moment's peace until he laid eyes on her again.
What he saw was her arousal and how he wished he could be next to her, to smell her and make her beg. It was in that brief moment when his control slipped. His paw snapped a twig and they made eye contact. Just like a flash, his wolf and human mind molded together and bore into hers. He could then see her memory, or rather a memory of what must of been a sexy as fuck dream.
There he was begging her to touch herself for him. A smile played on his lips. So, She did notice him. She does want him. As Rain began to stay more in her dream, his shaft began to get hard, and he knew he had to break the connection or risk her noticing him poking around. Humans tended to react very differently than other wolves did about the mind link. They saw it as an invasion of privacy, you develop a deep psychic connection with your mate. Each pairing shares a unique ability, alphas have the power to go into memories of their choosing of another person or wolf's mind. Not all wolves could handle the power of the mind link. Their mates sometimes developed their own strange powers.
Slowly he backed out of her mind, as he saw her run and close the door he decided he needed a shower himself and a good run through the woods, to calm things down. He had obviously scared her. Way to go Rain. You’re starting off great. Totally not creepy. He silently chidded himself. Tomorrow he would try and talk to her, hopefully not scare her away. Once she finds out about his past she might be the one with the intention to reject him.
Forty Seven: POV Anne: The forest spirits didn't just clear a path for us; they provided an escort. When the brush parted, it wasn't a horse or a carriage waiting for us. Standing in the dappled sunlight was a creature of absolute myth—a unicorn, its coat gleaming like spun starlight, its silver horn humming with a pure, ancient resonance. It inclined its head toward Lilly, who let out a joyful sob and rushed forward, burying her face in its silken mane. "Well," I murmured, glancing sideways at Silas, who was still slightly tender from the healing but standing tall. "I guess we're riding in style." Silas offered a rare, genuine smile, hoisting Lilly up onto the creature's back before mounting behind her and pulling me up into the space between them. The moment the unicorn leaped forward, the world blurred. The trees became streaks of green and gold, and the wind howled in our ears, carrying the distinct, dizzying sensation of traveling not ju
Chapter 46: POV Anne The canopy above us felt less like a shelter and more like a cage. "Stay down, Lilly," Silas commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rasp as he shoved the little girl gently but firmly behind a thick outcrop of moss-covered rock. I didn't need to ask why. The air had turned foul, thick with the stench of rotting copper and old graves. Out from the dense thicket slithered Draco’s hunters. They weren’t human—not even close. These were the dark, twisted things of the deep Fae realms, creatures of ash and malice who hunted the fringes of our world. My stomach violently turned as I looked at them. Everyone knew the whispers. Everyone knew these demons literally fed on half-born children, consuming the innocent to gorge on their raw, unspent magic. Silas didn’t hesitate. He drew his blade, the steel catching a rare glint of sunlight through the leaves, and threw himself into the fray. He moved like a tempest, a devastating blur of lethal grace. I watched him parry
Chapter 45: Silas POV The scent of salt and iron didn't belong in this dusty human tavern. It belonged to the shores of the Fae realm—specifically, the jagged cliffs where Draco’s hunters bled their prey. Beside me, Anne stiffened. She didn't have my tracking senses, but she wasn't stupid. She could feel the sudden drop in the room’s temperature, the way the ambient chatter of the human patrons instantly died out. *Hunters.* "Silas," she whispered, her fingers tightening against my palm. The playful defiance in her eyes was gone, replaced by a cold, sharp panic. "Don't move," I commanded, my voice dropping into a register so low it was barely audible over the roaring of my own blood. My Fae vision locked onto the two figures standing in the doorway. They wore heavy, mud-caked cloaks, but beneath the fabric, I caught the unmistakable glint of spelled silver—blades forged specifically to tear through Fae flesh and bind a witch’s magic. They weren't looking at the bar. They we
Chapter 44: Silas POV I watched my little one sleep. The clam-shell bed glowed faintly under the pale morning light filtering through the single window. Every bone in my body ached, a brutal reminder of the forest floor, but I welcomed the pain. It kept me grounded. Ever since we arrived at this hidden safehouse, I’d made sure to sleep on the hard floor the second her breathing leveled out. Anna had terrible dreams—screaming, thrashing, reliving the hunters and the roots—and we had silently agreed that me just being near her kept the darkness at bay. I would do anything to see her smile now. I'd do anything to give her a shred of comfort. She was a creature who looked like she’d fallen straight from the sky, a half-starved wood witch who had never had a single soul take care of her. And my mate bond? It was turning into a feral thing, screaming at me to protect her, to provide for her, to tear the world apart so she could rest. I hadn’t told her about the bond yet. I had no ide
Anne Pov: The shackles weren’t just steel; they were etched with runes that hummed a low, discordant frequency, vibrating against my bones until my teeth ached. Every time I tried to reach for the spark of my magic, the iron bit back, grounding my power into the stone floor. There was nothing left in me. Across the cell, Silas was a slumped shadow against the wall. He was too still. I needed the psycho I’d met on the beach—the one who fascinated me and made me want to punch him. Instead, he seemed trapped in a trance, suppressed by whatever dark smoke he’d inhaled and whatever was in his chains. He just stared at me, his eyes alive inside a body that looked dead. "Don't fight it, little bird," a voice drifted from the gloom—smooth, melodic, and utterly devoid of warmth. It sent a chill down my spine. Isolde stepped into the torchlight, her robes sweeping over the filth of the dungeon floor without catching a single speck of dust. She looked young. Too young. A sickening feeli
Anna POV: The world was gold. That was the first thing I remembered—the way the afternoon sun caught the stalks of the tall grass, turning the meadow into a sea of shimmering honey. I was sitting at my mother’s feet, the wild clover tickling my knees, and the air smelled of crushed mint and the sweet, heavy scent of coming rain. To a six-year-old, the world was a playground of secrets, and my mother was the keeper of them all. I wanted to know every single secret. What my mother didn't kno was the visions had started. My power grew and sometimes I could already guess the secret before she even told me. "Keep your head still, little bird," Mama whispered. Her voice was like the rustle of silk against stone—soft, but with an edge that commanded the wind to listen. Sometimes I thought she cared and sometimes I felt fear coming off of her in waves. I tried to sit like a statue, though a ladybug was currently making a daring trek across my knuckles. I watched its red shell move, wo
Anna POV: The scream I thought I was echoing into the night died in my throat as gravity vanished. For a heart beat there was nothing but the whistle of the wind and the terrifying open void beneath my heels. I accepted I was going to really die this time there wasn't much fight in me now. The worl
Dearest reader you may want to skip this chapter TW torture and murder. Be advised I don't always included TW this is a dark romance read. This next few chapters we will be heading into Sila's story enjoy. We finally get to know what he's been up too since he got sucked into that portal. Spoiler: It
Rains Pov: I had stood there watching her shamelessly flirt with Max for more then I wanted too. I couldn't stand it any longer. Every wolf in the room knew who Elle was, she was my Luna. I had never brought another woman to the pack house. If, you aren't my Luna then I don't want you around n
Chapter Twenty NineElle Pov: The dust has settled around me. The void, Draco, and Silas are gone. The only moments I had with my father are gone. I'm confused.My knees have hit the floor moments ago and I don't realize I'm screaming until I feel warm arms wrap around me. A tingling sensation going u







