FAZER LOGINLincoln's POVI wake, light blinding me as it streaks through the small gap at the bottom of the shutter. Fuck, I really need to fix that today.I’m hot, as has been the norm for the last few nights. Thor has once again slept on the bed. Or rather, on me. My knees ache beneath the pressure of his massive form, and his thick fur keeps me warmer than the brazier ever could.I sigh, reaching for my phone to check my emails while I wait for him to wake. I’ve learnt he doesn’t enjoy being woken.Lex stretches in my mind. 'Let me out today?' he whines. He’s desperate to go for a run, but we’ve decided it’s best not to. Thor was fine with Lex initially, back when there were bars between them, but the team isn’t confident he’ll be as relaxed here in this environment. Not with Lex being an ordained Alpha and Thor still the heir. They’re worried the tension might cause Thor to become aggressive.'You know you can’t, buddy. I’m sorry.''Pleeease,' he whines, huffing in my mind.I hate denying hi
Max's POVThe late afternoon light spills across the patio, catching on the glassware and the edges of plates, turning everything warm and golden in a way that should feel comforting, but the tightness under my skin refuses to ease. The air carries the scent of grilled chicken, herbs, and the faint sweetness of dessert, but beneath all of it I can still feel Zahra’s anxiety, faint now but not gone.Zach and Mara try to keep the conversation light, talking about the pack, training schedules, patrol rotations, and other normal things that should make the evening feel ordinary. It doesn’t. Zahra sits between me and Xander, her shoulder brushing mine every so often as she shifts in her chair, and each small touch sends a flicker of awareness through me, sharp and immediate, but it is tangled with worry now.She is not really here. She answers when spoken to, smiles when expected, even lets out a soft laugh at something Mara says, but it does not settle in her body or reach her eyes. Her g
Max's POVI wake slowly, aware of warmth before anything else.Zahra is curled into my side, her body tucked tight against mine, her head resting on my chest and one hand fisted in my shirt. It’s where she’s been since she finally stopped crying, and fuck, her tears almost broke me.I don’t know how to fix this.I hate seeing her like this, so broken, so small. So not herself. What did I expect, though? Somehow, in all my fantasies of having her back and rescuing her, I never stopped to think about the aftermath, or what state she would be in. I always imagined we would find a healthy Zahra, her normal, happy self, ready to come home. Not a broken shell of herself.I don’t move. I just stare down at her profile, at the gentle curve of her cheek, the sharp, unnatural angle of her cheekbones, and the prominent line of her jaw that you usually can’t see. The gentle slope of her nose. Her blonde hair falling slightly over her face, her lashes fanning across her cheek as her eyes move gent
Xander's POVA surge of white-hot fire lances down my ankle.“AGH!” I exclaim, clutching at it. I pull back my jean cuff to look, certain there’s going to be blood or something, but there’s nothing.Confused, I turn and see Max doing exactly the same.Then searing heat blooms over my ribs, the pain almost blinding me. Max groans and doubles over.“What the fuck?” I exclaim.The tension in my chest intensifies, like an elephant has suddenly sat down on me, and with the constricted feeling, fear blooms hot and fast. I smell Max’s fear at the same time.“What’s going on?” His voice comes out choked.'Zahra. Get to Zahra. This isn’t your pain or fear.'Atlas surges forward, wanting to take over and get me there himself. I scramble up, my feet barely staying under me, and tear out of the room towards the stairs. Max is at my side, jostling for the lead, but we bolt down the corridor side by side.I don’t bother knocking. I twist open the door, and we shove our way inside.Zahra is wrapped
Xander's POVI’m not sure this was a good idea.I’m watching Zahra as she eats her lunch, but something feels off. I’m getting this strange, swirling sensation in my stomach, like panic and worry tangled together. She looks calm on the surface, but her eyes keep scanning the garden, and her heartbeat is too fast.I don’t know how to help her.Atlas is watching her through my eyes. Ever since she freaked out over us not taking her to our house, Zanthe has been unsettled. Apparently, she shouted at him and Medus that we were hiding she-wolves from them, that we were ashamed to have her in our space.Atlas did his best to comfort her, but I’m not sure it worked completely. She calmed down after Max told her it wasn’t like that, but I’m still not getting a relaxed feeling from her.She’s quiet.I don’t like it.Once lunch is finished, I help Max clear the table and load the dishwasher, both of us keeping a close eye through the window on Zahra outside. I don’t know what to say to Max. He
Zahra's POVI stare up at the front of the house, unmoving. Was it always this big?I’m trying to work out how long it’s been since I was last here. I was back for a few days last June, and before that, it was three years ago. Five days in nearly four years.In that dungeon, when I thought of returning home, this is all I pictured. Warm lights in the windows. The smell of food drifting out. Safety.But now I’m here... it doesn’t feel like home anymore.The house looks the same, but it feels different. Bigger. Quieter. Like I’m standing outside somewhere I used to belong, instead of somewhere that’s mine.'You’re being ridiculous.' Zanthe huffs at me. 'I bet the training centre will feel like home.' She paces closer in my mind, her tail flicking. 'Home is a feeling anyway, not a place. You just haven’t found it again yet.'Excellent. Really helpful.“You okay, sweet girl?” Alison asks, turning back to me.Xander and Max are standing on either side of me, just waiting, while Alison and
Tobias's POVMy forehead is cool where it has been resting against the glass for over an hour, the thrum of the engine and the vibrations of the road nudging my skull every now and then.I am tired. Properly tired. My eyes feel heavy, gritty, but every time I close them my mind drags up images of Z
Xander's POVZach looks about a million times better this afternoon than he did this morning. He’s sitting up, his leg in a cast but propped comfortably on pillows, smiling as we all walk in.Zahra heads straight to him, and I catch the tears in her eyes before she buries her face against his shoul
Zahra's POVWhen my alarm wakes me, the light outside is still muted, the sun only just beginning to rise. It’s 4:30am and everything is quiet, the kind of silence that only exists before dawn.
Zahra's POVCaptain Thompson presses his lips together at my interruption but doesn’t comment further.“Nathaniel Henry, Lieutenant,” Henry says beside me, his tone even as Thompson and the rest of the table continue to stare at me.“Tess Ward, Private,” says the girl at the end of the table, her v







