LOGINEvelynn POVThe Ironfang courtyard was lit with torches by the time we rolled in - half pack on high alert, half pack staring at us like we’d crawled out of a damn war zone.Maybe because we had.My legs were jelly when Rafe helped me off the bike, his hands firm on my waist. Maddox and Jaxon swung off their bikes in one fluid motion, scanning the treeline like the shadow might peel itself out of the dark again. Calder stayed glued to my side, half shielding, half ready to shift.The boys tensed as riders spilled into the courtyard, weapons drawn, eyes wide.“What the hell happened out there?” someone asked.“You don’t want the answer,” Maddox growled, wiping blood off his jaw. “Trust me.”Rafe placed a hand on the small of my back. “Let’s get inside. Before anything else - before anyone else - comes.”We barely made it beneath the heavy archway leading into the main hall when the temperature shifted.The air thickened. Then stilled.Every rider fell silent. From the shadow-cloaked co
Rafe POVThe forest blurred past us in streaks of black and silver as we tore down the mountain trail on our bikes, engines roaring like wolves in pain.My knuckles were white on the handlebars.Evelynn’s arms were tight around my waist. She was still shaking, still half in the vision Elara dragged her out of, and half in the terror of whatever the hell that shadow-thing had been.Calder rode ahead with Elara pressed behind him on Evelynn’s old bike. Jaxon and Maddox flanked us, fangs bared, wolves fighting to take over.Behind us, the Thornborne lands hissed like something alive.Something angry.We didn’t slow down until the Ironfang border stone appeared. Elara slapped Calder’s shoulder.“Stop. Here.”We skidded into a halt, tires tearing into the dirt. Evelynn nearly sagged off the bike, and I caught her before she touched the ground.Her pulse thrashed under my hand. Elara stepped forward, placed both palms on the border stone, and whispered something in a language that made the
Branches whipped past in a blur, the wind tearing at my hair, my arms locked tight around Rafe’s torso as the bikes roared through the night. Elara kept close behind on my old bike, Calder on hers, Maddox and Jaxon flanking us like moving walls of muscle and steel.The red moon bled across the sky. The air changed first. A sudden, unnatural drop in temperature - like the whole forest inhaled.My wolf’s hackles shot up. “Behind us,” she hissed. “MOVE-”A shriek tore through the night. High, metallic, wrong.Before I could turn, a shapeless black mass erupted from the treeline, slamming into Elara’s bike like a collapsing shadow.“SHIT. ELARA!” Calder yelled.The impact hit us like a shockwave. Rafe swerved hard, the tires screaming against the dirt. My shoulder clipped a branch. Maddox’s bike fishtailed. Jaxon barely avoided crashing into us.Elara’s bike flipped.I watched her body lift off the seat, weightless for one horrible second before hitting the ground and rolling. Her bike sk
Rafe POVOne second we were moving toward the bikes, bootsteps crunching over gravel and ash. Calder had Eve tucked close, Elara at their side, muttering protection sigils under her breath like she was racing something we couldn’t see.The next second? The forest went silent. Too silent. Even the wind held its breath. My wolf’s hackles shot up so hard it hurt.“Rafe?” Eve whispered from where she leaned against me. Her hand tightened on my jacket. “Do you feel that?”Oh, I felt it.It hit like pressure, like something enormous exhaled across the treeline. The shadows bled together behind the tree line, crawling, pooling, forming something vaguely shaped like a woman but stretched wrong, twisted wrong.A whisper slid through the clearing like a blade scraping stone.“Thornborne…”Eve froze completely. Not fear. Recognition. Her wolf went dead-still inside her.Calder moved instantly shoved Eve behind him, fury pouring off him like burning oil.Jaxon and Maddox came flanking from both s
Rafe POVThe moment the thing slammed into us, the air buckled.It wasn’t a creature. Not really. More like a smear of darkness given teeth and hatred, a shape made of wrongness itself - cold enough to freeze breath in my lungs, sharp enough to slice through the bond for one horrifying heartbeat.Jaxon staggered back with a snarl, claws ripping free. Maddox nearly vaulted over the chair. I grabbed Calder by the back of his shirt before he could throw himself between Eve and the thing.“Elara!” he roared.The witch was already moving.Her palms snapped upward - silver light streaking through the hall like lightning. It struck the shadow, splitting it into tendrils of black smoke, but they reformed instantly, twisting like serpents hungry for blood.“It’s not whole,” Elara rasped. “Just a fragment-”“It’s enough,” Jaxon bit out.The damn thing lunged again. Straight for Evelynn.Calder shifted halfway - claws tearing through his fingertips as he dove in front of her. The shadow hit him
Maddox POVThe walk back should’ve taken ten minutes. It took three.Because the moment the smoke cleared and the packhouse came into view, every muscle in my body locked.“What the actual fuck,” Jaxon breathed beside me.Rafe slowed to a stop, eyes wide, expression caught between awe and suspicion. “It was burned. Completely. Maddox, you saw it.”“I did.” I scrubbed a hand through my hair, still sticky with enemy blood. “Unless we all collectively hallucinated charred walls and caved ceilings, something happened.”Something big.Because the packhouse - the same half-ruined corpse we’d been sleeping in last night - now stood tall. Clean stone. Repaired beams. Windows intact. Like the fire had never touched it.Magic.And a shitload of it.Calder was the only one not with us. Which meant-Rafe snarled. “If something happened to him-”“Easy,” I muttered, tightening my grip on my blade. “Their scents are inside.”Not distressed. Not fighting. More like… intense. Focused. And Evelynn’s sc







