LOGINSo I moved.Not fast. Not hesitant.The water streamed down my back as I closed the last inch of space, palms sliding up over Maddox’s chest first feeling the heat there. The solid reality of him. His breath hitched, just once, before he masked it. That alone sent a thrill straight through me.Then I turned slightly, just enough that Calder was in front of me.I didn’t ask.I placed my hands on his shoulders and leaned in, pressing my forehead to his chest, breathing him in. The scent of him - steel, smoke, control - wrapped around me, anchoring and igniting all at once.“This.” I murmured, voice low, steady despite the storm inside me. “This is how I want it.”The bond surged.Calder’s hands came to my waist instantly - not grabbing, not pulling - just there, claiming space like he always did. Maddox’s presence closed in behind me, close enough that I could feel his breath at my neck, his restraint stretched thin and humming.Maddox’s hands slid over mine where they rested on Calder’
Maddox didn’t leave.He leaned one shoulder against the wall instead, arms crossing slowly as his gaze tracked the way Calder’s body boxed me in. Not possessive. Not jealous. Curious. Intent. Like he was deciding something important and already knew the answer.Calder felt it too.His hand slid from my jaw to my waist, fingers firm, sure. Then, without warning, he lifted me.Not in bridal style. Not gentle.Effortless.My breath left me in a startled laugh as my legs wrapped instinctively around his hips, palms bracing against his shoulders. The sudden closeness sent a pulse through the bond so sharp it made my toes curl.Calder’s mouth tilted into a wicked smile.“Well.” he said lightly, turning just enough that Maddox could see the flush on my skin, the heat still lingering from training. “Are you coming with us?”The wink he threw over his shoulder should’ve been illegal.Maddox’s low chuckle followed us as Calder carried me toward the stairs. “You really think I’d miss that?”I tw
“Good form,” he said calmly, even pinned, even breathing a little harder than before. “You didn’t overcommit.”I swallowed. My pulse thudded loud enough that I was sure everyone could hear it.“You left an opening.” I said, voice rougher than I meant.A corner of his mouth lifted. “I wanted to see if you’d take it.”I exhaled sharply and pushed back, rising to my feet. My legs shook - not from weakness, but from the aftershock of adrenaline and something else I wasn’t ready to give up now.. Oh, but I wanted to.I stepped away. Barely.Calder rolled to his feet in one smooth motion, dusting off his hands like he hadn’t just been taken down by the small woman everyone had once underestimated.Maddox watched us with narrowed eyes, arms crossed, wolf close to the surface. Not angry. Measuring.Rafe leaned against the fence, jaw tight, gaze following every micro-movement like he was cataloging threats - even when the threat had just been me.Jaxon let out a low whistle. “Well.” he said lig
Evelynn POVThey didn’t give me time to overthink it. We ate fast. No wine. No softness.Calder pushed back from the table first. “Enough.” he said. “If she’s going back there, she trains now.”Maddox frowned. “She just ate.”“Good.” Calder replied coolly. “Then she’ll learn how it feels to fight with weight in her body. With something to lose.”I met his gaze and nodded before anyone could argue.Outside, the light had shifted - afternoon bleeding into early evening, sun low and red like it already knew what was coming. The lower training yard waited below the packhouse, stripped bare, the sand packed hard and dark with old blood.The moment my boots hit the dirt, the air changed.This wasn’t just sparring. This was preparation.“Rule one.” Maddox said, tossing me a short blade. I caught it without thinking. “You don’t get perfect conditions.”Rafe stepped in next, rolling his shoulders. “Rule two. You don’t get time to wonder what to do in a fight. You have to know it. And act quick
Evelynn POVThree hours later, Ironfang was no longer a packhouse. It was a war table.Maps covered the long oak surface. Old ones pulled from Mireya’s locked chest, new ones marked with black and red ink. Thornborne lands sprawled across the center like a living thing: forests, rivers, the burned pack grounds, the old borders etched with symbols only witches and seers remembered how to read.I stood at the head of the table. Because this wasn’t a discussion about if we were returning.It was about how.“We can’t move everyone at once after the lands will be safe.” Rafe said, finger tracing a route along the eastern ridge. “Families first. Elders. Non-combatants.”“Agreed. ” I said. “We establish safe corridors. No one moves without escort.”Maddox leaned over the table, forearms braced. “Ironfang warriors can split into rotating patrols. We keep the roads clear and the sky watched.”Jaxon snorted softly. “Sky too. Don’t forget what crawls between trees...”Elara nodded. “I’ll anchor
Evelynn POVThe howl faded, but the silence it left behind was worse.It pressed against my ears, my ribs, my thoughts. Like the world itself was holding its breath to see what we would do next.Calder moved first. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.“Lock the perimeter.” he said, calm and absolute. “Double wards. Ironfang scouts ride within the hour.”The room shifted instantly. Bodies straightening, instincts snapping into motion. Alphas didn’t debate when a decision was made. They moved.Rafe was already at my side, hand warm at my lower back, grounding me. Maddox turned sharply toward the doors, barking orders to warriors waiting beyond the hall. Jaxon rolled his shoulders like he was gearing up for a fight he’d been waiting his whole life for.And me? I felt something settle into place. Not fear, but resolve.Mireya watched us with that distant, fractured gaze, like she was seeing ten futures collapse into one. Elara stood near her, magic thrumming just under her skin,







