LOGINThe cabin smelled like bread and woodsmoke. Nyra stood at the fire, feeding it small pieces of kindling while Caelan worked at the stove with the practiced efficiency that came from years of routine. Soren sat at the table, complaining about something, as usual. “The bread's too dense.” “It's the same recipe I've used for six years,” Caelan said. “That's my point.” Caelan didn't turn around. “If you don't like it, you can cook.” “I'm not saying I don't like it. I'm saying it's dense.” Nyra listened to them bicker. It was familiar now, comfortable in a way she still wasn't entirely used to. The kind of conversation that didn't mean anything and somehow meant everything. She added another piece of kindling to the fire. Caelan glanced at her. “You're thinking too loudly.” She looked up. “I didn't say anything.” “Exactly.” She almost smiled. --- They ate breakfast together. The bread was dense. Soren complained again, but Caelan ignored him. Nyra ate in silence, her mind e
The buckets were heavier than they looked.Nyra carried two while Soren carried one. He'd insisted on it, claiming she needed to build up her strength. She'd told him she'd been carrying her own weight since she was sixteen. He'd laughed and handed her the second bucket anyway.“Your arms are looking less pathetic,” he said.“Charming.”“I'm being supportive.”“You're being annoying.”“That too.”The path to the stream was familiar now. Nyra had walked it dozens of times in the days she'd been staying with them. The trees were starting to feel less like a hiding place and more like a route. The stream was less like a resource and more like a destination.She didn't know when that had happened.They reached the water. Soren knelt and filled his bucket while Nyra did the same. The stream was quiet except for the rush of water over stones.Soren was quiet for a moment.Then he asked, “Do you think the Order really rescued Omegas?”Nyra paused.The question caught her off guard. Not becau
Cassian's office smelled like old paper and something metallic. Blood, perhaps. Or the sharp tang of a blade that had been used too many times without proper cleaning.Kieran sat in the chair across from his desk. He'd been waiting for ten minutes.Cassian knew he was here. Cassian was making him wait.It was a power play. Small and petty. Very Cassian.Kieran didn't react. He'd learned years ago not to give the Alpha the satisfaction.Finally, the door opened.Cassian Blackthorn walked in.He'd never been a handsome man, but time hadn't done him any favors.His face was hard, his nose crooked from several fights. The bones had never healed properly. A scar cut through his left eyebrow, the remnant of a rogue attack years ago. His eyes were pale and cold, the kind of eyes that made people want to look away.He moved like someone who expected rooms to make space for him.Kieran didn't look away, meeting those eyes head-on.Cassian settled behind his desk. He didn't apologize for the wa
The training yard was empty except for the two of them.Lucian and Rowan circled each other as morning light cut through the mist. Their breaths hung in the cold air. The pack was still waking up, leaving the yard to them.This was the kind of ritual that didn't need words and hadn't for years.Rowan feinted left.Lucian anticipated it, blocked the strike and pivoted, driving his shoulder into Rowan's chest. Rowan grunted but didn't fall. He turned the momentum into a counter, his leg sweeping toward Lucian's knees.Lucian jumped.He came down hard, his fist connecting with Rowan's ribs.Rowan stepped back, one hand pressing against his side. "You're angry.""I'm not angry.""If you say so."Lucian didn't answer. He came at Rowan again, faster this time.They traded blows. Lucian landed one. Rowan landed one back. The rhythm was familiar. Almost safe. They had been doing this since they were boys.Rowan caught Lucian's arm and twisted. Lucian broke free and drove his elbow toward Rowa
Nyra woke to the smell of breakfast. For several seconds, she lay still, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. Warmth surrounded her, the blanket pulled up to her shoulders and the quiet crackle of the fire coming from the other room. Then she remembered. Soren. Caelan. The cabin. She pushed herself upright. Her body barely hurt. The cuts along her arms had faded to thin marks, and the bruising around her ribs was almost gone. The healing was happening faster than it ever had before. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin. Quiet. Present. Nyra looked down at her hands. For years, she'd been afraid of what her wolf might do if she ever lost control. Now she was beginning to wonder whether she'd been afraid of the wrong thing. She dressed and stepped into the main room. Soren was nowhere in sight. The front door stood open, letting in the cool morning air. Caelan was at the stove. He glanced at her before returning his attention to the pan. "Sit." Nyra looked
The footsteps came around the side of the cabin.Nyra remained near the doorway, her body tense as a man stepped into view. He was taller than Soren and broad through the shoulders, with dark hair pulled away from his face and clothes that looked made for work rather than fighting. A bundle of firewood rested against one shoulder.His eyes found Nyra immediately.He stopped.For several seconds, neither of them spoke. Then his gaze shifted to Soren."Who is she?""Nyra.""I gathered that."Soren took the firewood from him and carried it toward the stack beside the cabin."She's staying for a few days."The man's expression hardened. "Is she?"Soren glanced back at him. "Don't start.""I haven't said anything.""You don't have to."The man looked at Nyra again. His eyes were calm, but there was nothing welcoming about them."She's from the Order."It wasn't a question.Nyra's hand moved instinctively toward the knife at her belt. Soren noticed."So am I.""Was."Soren smiled. "Exactly.







