تسجيل الدخولSebastian Holt is the golden boy of big-time hockey. He is young, unspotted, and publicly reserved. After an "incident" in the playoffs, he is assigned to off-season training with a new club in the rural mountain town of Duskpine. He hadn't expected Rowan Vale, the team's new trainer- brooding, intense, with an odd aura that unnerves and intrigues him. Rowan is a warlock who has renounced magic but when Sebastian shows up, something stirs inside him, something basic. Something ravenous. When the full moon rises, Sebastian finds he's less human than he believed and Rowan was sent to prevent him from becoming what he truly is. Only… they can't appear to stay away from one another. Their chemistry is like a drug, their bodies attracted as the moon to the tide. But perhaps it's not love that's pulling them in because something evil is brewing in Duskpine, and the only method of survival is. It is to surrender to the pull between them. Even if it kills them.
عرض المزيدSebastianI don’t sleep right away.Not because I’m wired. Because my thoughts won’t settle into anything shapeless.“Anchor.” The word keeps circling back.Not a weapon. Not the door. Not a mistake. Something built to hold. I lie on my back, one arm thrown over my eyes, listening to the quiet movements of the cabin. Rowan is in the other room. The faint creak of the walls. Wind brushes the roof like fingers. The bond hums faintly, steady as a second pulse.It doesn’t tell me anything.It doesn’t need to. Rowan’s words don’t feel like a revelation. They feel like something being named that was already shaping me.I sit up, swing my legs over the edge of the bed, and stand. The cold floor grounds me. I move quietly through the cabin, stopping in the doorway of the small room Rowan uses. He’s at the desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled, a book open in front of him. He doesn’t look surprised when he senses me there.“You’re not asleep,” he says.“Neither are you.”“No.” I step inside and lea
RowanFrom the outside, it looks like he’s just standing there. He had his hands in his jacket pockets. Breathe steady. Eyes closed against the cold.If I didn’t know what was under his skin now, I might have believed that.But the air around Sebastian isn’t still.It hasn’t been since we stepped off the porch.There’s a pressure to it, not heavy, not violent. Organized. Like invisible lines being drawn and redrawn, settling into new places. The bond hums faintly in my chest, responding to whatever is unfolding in his.I don’t interrupt. I’ve made that mistake before.I stay close enough to intervene if I have to, far enough not to intrude. The trees stand silent around us. The town is quiet in the way that only comes before the weather.Sebastian exhales slowly.The pressure shifts.Not outward.Down. I feel a subtle tightening along the wards I helped anchor when I first arrived in Duskpine—not breaking. Adjusting.That alone tells me more than I want to know.The wards were never d
SebastianRowan doesn’t say anything else after that.Neither do I. We stand by the window for a while, watching the trees as they might blink first. Nothing happens. No movement. No sound that doesn’t belong.That doesn’t make it better.The feeling doesn’t go away when we step back from the glass. It settles instead, low and watchful, like the start of a headache you know is going to get worse later.“I’m hungry,” I say eventually.It’s half an excuse. Halfway to making the world smaller. Rowan nods once. “I’ll make something.”I move into the kitchen, mostly so I don’t keep standing there thinking about what he said. About what he didn’t.Older. Reactive. Choice.Those words don’t leave you alone once they get in. Rowan cooks like everything is measured even when he isn’t measuring. It’s one of the first things I noticed about him back when all he was to me was the guy who kept pushing my limits in the gym. Nothing wasted. Nothing rushed.I lean against the counter, watching him wi
RowanSebastian walks a half step ahead of me back to the cabin. He always does when he’s thinking.The path is narrow, packed with snow crunching under our boots. The trees on either side are still, heavy with frost. Nothing moves except us. Even the wind seems to be waiting.I let him have the silence. He needs it more than conversation right now. Inside, the cabin is cold. I shrug out of my jacket and hang it by the door, watching him do the same. He moves with the loose precision of someone who’s lived in his body his whole life and only recently realized it might not belong solely to him.“Sit,” I say.Not like an order. Like a suggestion.He does, dropping onto the edge of the couch, forearms resting on his thighs. His focus is inward. I can feel it faintly through the bond, his attention turning back on himself, testing the edges.I move to the shelves along the far wall.Most of what’s there doesn’t look dangerous. Old books. A cracked wooden box. A few jars of dried plants th
POV: SebastianThe rink smelled of sweat and ice, the tang of chlorine lingering from the maintenance crew. It was early, the fluorescent lights harsh and unflattering, but the emptiness suited me. No cheering fans, no teammates pressing questions, no media waiting to dissect the smallest misstep.
POV: RowanI stayed behind after Sebastian left for the rink. Not because I doubted him; he was careful now, disciplined enough to hold himself together—but because this part, the quiet part, was mine to manage. The moments in between, when nothing was happening, when the chaos had paused just enou
POV: SebastianPractice had been brutal. Not physically, at least not in a way I couldn’t handle. But mentally? Every drill, every sprint, every cut on the ice felt sharper, heavier. I could feel the edges of myself. I wasn't supposed to see the instincts that Rowan had warned me about, the hunger
Rowan’s POVI blew gently on the cup of steaming hot chocolate in my hands.Ember would’ve laughed herself sick if she saw me drinking something so soft. But I didn't care at all about whatever the fuck she thought. It's what I wanted and it's what I got I leaned against the counter, my eyes heavy












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