LOGINZahra's POVA warm hand settles on my shoulder and I glance up to see Henry watching me, his expression softer than usual. āYou, ok?ā he asks quietly. āIāve never heard you scream like that.āGreat. So that was not just in my head.āYeah⦠nightmare,ā I mutter, throat still raw. I look over at the three of them and wince when I take in the damage again. Henryās split lip is no longer bleeding, but its swelling still, the smear of dried blood at the corner. Montagueās eye, already darkening into an impressive bruise. Jamesonās forearms, faint red marks where I apparently took a swipe.āWas that me?ā I ask, pointing at Montagueās eye.He just smiles. āEven semi-conscious you put up one hell of a fight, Private.āāSorry,ā I say, grimacing. āI donāt like being restrained, and I was still half in the nightmare.āāNo harm done,ā Jameson says briskly, brushing it off.Henry leans back against the end of the bed, folding his arms. āSo then, Zahra, youāve had a busy few days while I was recover
Zahra's POVMy feet sink into the moss. The air presses close around me, thick with an acrid stench that burns the back of my throat. Iām back here again.The thin wind threads through the snarling brambles and coils around my ankles, tugging at my hair, shoving the stink of rot, smoke, and blood into my lungs. Every sound is too sharp. Every shift of shadow feels deliberate, like the forest is watching me. Its attention crawls over my skin, goosebumps racing up my arms.I donāt want this. I want to wake up. I donāt want to see that shadowed figure again.āWake up!ā I yell, but nothing happens. āWAKE UP!ā I scream, throat burning, and still nothing. I spin round and try to run, in the opposite direction, but itās like my feet are stuck in quicksand, or some invisible thread is hooked into my spine, dragging me backwards and holding me fast.Iām panting and slick with sweat, fighting the pull, desperate to claw my way out of this nightmare. But I canāt.I donāt know how long I struggle
Aiden's POVI pace up and down the tiny hospital room theyāve shoved Tobias into, counting tiles just to keep from losing my mind.The good news is they canāt find any trace of poison and heās finally stopped seizing. The bad news is heās still unconscious, and just because they canāt find anything doesnāt mean he hasnāt been poisoned. This isnāt a pack hospital. They donāt have specialist werewolf equipment or proper toxin panels for our physiology, so thereās every chance theyāve missed something critical.I feel sick with worry. Thor isnāt responding to Ajax, Jace or Milo, no matter how hard our wolves push through the link, and Iām terrified somethingās happened to my Alphaās wolf that we canāt see.The hours crawl. Iām pretty sure Iām wearing a groove into the tiled floor.I called my dad and updated him as soon as the doctor finished examining Tobias. Heās assured me the medical team are on their way, but itās a five-hour flight, plus transfer time. Theyāll take at least six hou
Aiden's POVEverything turns into a blur of motion.People are talking, feet are pounding, doors are opening and slamming, but it all feels like it is happening underwater. My focus is narrowed down to Tobiasā limp, shaking body in Daemonās arms and the pounding of my own heart in my ears.We spill out onto the drive. Daemon lowers Tobias carefully onto the back seat of one of the SUVs. I yank open the driverās door and climb in, slamming it shut with more force than necessary. Daemon throws himself into the passenger seat. In the mirror I see Marcus and Jasper dive into the second car behind us, Jasmine climbing into the back with them, still wearing my shirt and her jeans.I barely wait for the gate to finish opening before I am flooring it out of the drive.The satnav on my phone glows in the cup holder, route to the closest hospital already plotted. I follow the flat, calm voice of the directions while my own pulse feels like it is going to punch through my throat. I ignore speed
Aiden's POV š¶ļøš¶ļøJasmineās long chestnut hair is spilling from her half-finished updo, dark strands sticking to the damp skin of her neck. The dress she spent an hour choosing is a puddle of silk on the floor. I am the reason for both.I couldnāt help myself. Seeing her like that, nearly ready, had been a special kind of torture. The elegant lines of the dress had hinted at the body beneath, and the focused, determined set of her mouth as she fixed an earring had made me want to ruin that composure completely. Now we are going to be late.Fuck, I canāt get enough of her.My hands dig into the soft flesh of her hips, guiding her rhythm as she rides me. Every downward stroke is a hot, slick slide that makes my vision blur at the edges. Her tits bounce with the motion, a beautiful, hypnotic jiggle that has my full attention. I slide my palm over the curve of one, feeling the weight of it, then I brush my thumb across her nipple. Its hard bud puckering further under my touch.A sharp ga
Zach's POVFuck, this has to be the most boring lecture so far. Conflict resolution. Of course. And the old werewolf teaching it has the most mind-numbing, droning voice Iāve ever heard. Combine that with the stifling heat in the lecture hall and Iām done. I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone pay attention.The guys either side of me are all on their phones. I am too.My beautiful mate has been messaging me all afternoon. Goddess, I miss her. Campās been hard since we mated. Normally, being away from your mate even for a day once youāre marked is rough. Weāre here for eight weeks. Alpha Lucas claims itās character building and will strengthen our bond. To me, it feels like torture.Last night I snuck off to a cabin in the woods and had an amazing FaceTime session with her. Just the memory has my cock twitching. Xander shoots me a look from next to me. Shit. Heās definitely caught the scent of my arousal. Given the spikes of pheromones wafting around the room, Iām not the only one







