LOGINThe house is still mostly empty. With bare walls, uncovered windows, and the faint scent of fresh wood and plaster in the air, but I’ve never loved a place more.Sunlight spills across the light oak floorboards, warming the space like it’s already lived in. There’s no furniture yet, just a few unpac
** Harper’s POV **Back at our apartment on the military base, I start to pack up our few belongings. It feels surreal that we will be back at the academy by evening. Although our academy apartment is so much nicer, I’m still kind of sad to say goodbye to this place. We may not have been here long,
**Harper’s POV **We pick our way back through the decaying house, and I hope I never have to step foot in a place like this again.The air is thick with the scent of mould and blood, and just ahead, I see the rectangle of light that is our freedom. The open doorway, where there’s fresh air. I’m abo
** Harper’s POV **“Your fear doesn’t justify the blood you spilled,” I say, stepping forward, voice steady even though my hands are shaking. “You tried to erase people to fix a mistake you made, but we are not your mistake.”“You don’t understand,” he says weakly.“I understand more than you think,
** Harper’s POV **“How are you alive? Didn’t you die like hundreds of years ago?” Finn asks.“I did,” Elias nods. “They executed me for my actions, and it was just. I was messing with things I never should have touched, but the damage was already done. When they found me and took all my research, i
** Harper’s POV **“Is this our location?” Deacon asks, stepping up to study the screen.“That’s where I saw him. He’s bleeding, weak, and alone. This is our chance to finish this,” I say.Finley, Luke and a few of Raff’s men than have filed in step up to study the screen. Getting a good look at the
** Harper’s POV **After a quick cleanup, I settle on the sofa with Finley. I wear his oversized hoody that fits me like a cosy dress. I tuck my legs beneath me and rest my head on Finley’s chest while he traces lazy circles on the back of my hand with his thumb.My body still hums from bonding with
** Finley’s POV **“I love you. All of you.”Harper’s voice is soft, but there’s nothing casual about the way she says it. No hesitation, no uncertainty. Just truth, raw and beautiful.My heart jolts in my chest.She looks at each of us with those wide, vulnerable eyes, and I swear something in me f
** Harper’s POV **Finley shows us the hotel on his screen. It looks decent, modern and tucked into the city centre, where there should be lots of people and security cameras. It’s not the kid of place someone would expect a group of young Greys to be hiding out.“It looks fine to me,” Dillon says.
** Harper’s POV **I stare at the uniform folded on the bench in front of me, the sterile, military-style room bringing back memories I’d rather forget. The air here smells different. It almost reminds me of school, but more clinical.I’ve barely said a word since we ported in. My head’s still spinn







