LOGINThe word us hangs in the air like something alive. Dangerous and binding.I can’t breathe properly.My eyes flick to Tyson, but he’s already looking at me. Not the way he usually does, controlled, distant, holding something back.No.This time it’s different.This time, there’s no space between what he feels and what I see.Raw and unfiltered.“No,” I whisper before I can stop myself.The sound surprises even me.Tyson’s brows pull together slightly. “Naya...”“No,” I repeat, shaking my head, stepping back. “You don’t get to decide that for me.”The Oracle says nothing, of course she doesn’t. This isn’t her fight.“This…. whatever this is…” I gesture between us, my voice trembling now, “you’re saying the only way I survive is if I… what? Get closer to him? Let this bond just… take over my life?”My chest rises and falls too fast again. “I didn’t choose this,” I add, quieter now. “Any of it.”Tyson’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t interrupt me.Which somehow makes it worse.“I know,” he
The silence that follows feels like it has weight. Like it’s pressing down on my chest, making it harder to breathe.I don’t realize I’ve stepped back until my shoulder brushes against something solid.Warm and alive. Tyson He doesn’t say anything at first, but I feel it, the shift in him. The way his body goes rigid, his presence sharpening into something dangerous.Protective.“No,” he says finally, his voice low, controlled in a way that feels forced. “That’s not happening.”The Oracle doesn’t react, doesn’t flinch.“Denial will not change what she is,” she replies calmly.“I’m not denying anything,” Tyson snaps, stepping fully in front of me now. “I’m telling you I won’t let it happen.”Something flickers in the Oracle’s eyes, not amusement, not quite approval.Something older.“Then you will have to be stronger than instinct.. Stronger than your wolf.”That lands.I see it in the way Tyson’s shoulders tense, just slightly. Because we both know what she means.His wolf doesn’t pr
I jolt upright in bed, a scream ripping out of my throat before I can stop it. Something is wrong. No..something is happening. The sound of my own scream shocks me more than the pain. It’s raw. Feral. Not human.For half a second the room tilts. The walls blur. The air itself seems to warp around me, bending like heat off summer stone. My lungs can’t get enough air. My heart is trying to claw its way out of my chest.My entire body feels like it’s buzzing, like electricity is racing under my skin, sharp and alive and completely out of control. It starts at my spine. A cold, bright line of fire that splits me open from the base of my skull to the small of my back. Then it branches. Tendrils of light, invisible but blazing, shoot down my arms, into my fingers, up my neck, behind my eyes. I’ve been hurt before. I’ve been burned, cut, bitten. This isn’t pain. Pain I understand. This is power. Power I don’t have a name for. Power that doesn’t care I never asked for it.I freeze, my fin
The door to the Moonhaven packhouse groans shut behind us, and the sound feels final.Like a lock clicking into place.Tyson doesn’t speak. He doesn’t look at me. He just walks, and I follow, because what else am I supposed to do after what Aiden said in there? Wolves don’t date. They claim. My legs feel heavy. Not from the walk back through the packhouse corridors, but from the weight of his words sitting in my chest. As if my life has just been split in two and I wasn’t consulted.The stone walls we pass are cold. But tonight the cold feels different. It bites deeper. It has teeth. Every torch we pass throws shadows that stretch too long, twist too sharp, like they know something I don’t. Like the packhouse itself is holding its breath.I count my steps. Anything to keep from counting the things Aiden says. They find each other. No matter the distance. No matter the lies you tell yourself.Lies. Am I lying to myself?The scent of pine and old blood and wolf hits me harder down here
Aiden’s fingers pause on the glass. For a long moment he doesn’t speak. Just the sound of ice shifting, the bottle sweating on the table between us.When he finally looks up, his eyes aren’t sharp like before. They’re tired. Old.“You really want to know?” he asks. His voice is lower now, almost a murmur.I nod. My hands are tucked under my thighs to stop them from shaking. “I do.”I want to understand why I crave Tyson, why I feel like we were meant to be. What I’m feeling right now for Tyson, the intensity, the pace my feelings are growing, the way my body crave his, this isn’t normal. But I need to know what I’m getting into. I can’t go in blindly.He exhales through his nose, sets the glass down, and leans forward. Elbows on knees. Like telling this will cost him something.“Wolves don’t… date,” he starts. “Not the way humans do. Yes, we have fun, one night stands, flings. But both parties will be aware that it’s just fun. We don’t have proposals, or rings, or ‘I love you’ after
Sleep won’t come.I lie there in the room Tyson gave me, staring at the ceiling, my body restless, my mind replaying everything, his voice, his touch, the way he said my name like it meant something more than just… me.It’s suffocating.With a frustrated sigh, I throw the covers off and slip out of bed. The floor is cold beneath my feet as I step into the quiet hallway. The house is still, almost too still, like it’s holding its breath.I don’t know where I’m going, l just know I can’t stay in that room. My steps are soft as I wander, following nothing but instinct until I catch the faint scent of something sharp, alcohol.That’s when I see him.Aiden is sitting alone in the dim light, a glass in his hand, a bottle on the table. He doesn’t look up when I enter, but I know he’s aware of me. People like him always are.“Couldn’t sleep either?” His voice is rough, like it’s been dragged over gravel.After whatever silence or coded conversation he had with Tyson earlier, Aiden has change
My breath catches. “You don’t know?” he murmurs.My heart starts pounding. “No,” I whisper.He steps closer. Too close.I can feel the heat of him now, the steady rise and fall of his chest. My body reacts before my mind can catch up, every nerve suddenly awake, hyper aware.“You jumped in front o
Later in the evening, the night doesn’t fall gently.It drops.One moment the camp is settling into that strange, controlled quiet it always has… the next, everything snaps.A howl tears through the air. Not one of theirs.I’m outside when it happens, standing near the edge of the clearing, trying
After that I don’t go back to my room immediately.I should.That would be the smart thing to do, lock the door, sit in a corner, and pretend none of this is real. But my feet doesn’t listen.They carry me deeper into the camp instead. Because now my head is full, too full.Destiny, wolves, bond, p
I stormed back to my room, slamming the door hard enough for the echo to rattle the thin walls.I’m angry, furious, even. Tyson can be infuriating in ways that make your skin crawl and your blood boil all at once. But underneath that… there’s something else. Something undeniable. Something that sin







