The air hums with electricity. Shadow stands before me, an unbreakable shield between Caleb and my trembling courage. But I can feel it—his control is fragile, stretched thin like a thread about to snap.
“They don’t need to involve her in this.”
His voice is steady, but there’s a fury beneath his words, restrained but seething.Caleb crosses his arms, that mocking grin of his catching the silver glow of the full moon.
“Strange, Shadow. Always the loner, always so… detached. And now this?” He gestures toward me. “A human? Don’t tell me you’ve broken our laws for her.”“I don’t owe you an explanation.”
“Maybe you do, if this puts the pack at risk.”
The other lycan speaks at last. His voice is calmer, but his words carry a weight that makes my skin prickle.“This has nothing to do with the pack.”
Shadow growls, his body shifting forward, poised to strike.The low growls that come from Caleb and the other lycan make me instinctively step back—but Shadow stretches an arm behind him, a silent reminder that I shouldn’t move.
“Nothing to do with the pack?”
Caleb’s laugh is hollow, without a hint of warmth. “And what do you think they’ll do when they find out? When they see you’re protecting a human?”“They won’t find out.”
Shadow’s voice is final—like a verdict handed down.“Oh, they won’t?”
Caleb tilts his head, as if weighing his next move. His golden eyes lock onto me, and I shudder beneath his predator’s gaze. “So what’s your plan, then? Keep her hidden forever?”Before Shadow can answer, I step forward—too fast, too reckless.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone? I haven’t done anything wrong.” My voice comes out stronger than I expected, though my heart’s about to break free of my chest.Caleb studies me, surprised at first. Then his smile widens.
“Brave. But you’ve no idea what you’ve walked into, do you?”“Shut up, Caleb.”
Shadow moves so quickly I barely see it—one moment he’s by my side, the next he’s face to face with Caleb, their noses nearly touching. His eyes blaze with dangerous light. “She’s not your concern.”Caleb shifts back slightly, though his smirk stays in place.
“Fine, friend. I’ll pretend I didn’t see her. For now.” His gaze flicks to me one last time, dark and promising trouble. “But I can’t say others will do the same.”With a final growl, Caleb and the other lycan melt into the darkness of the forest, leaving behind a silence that roars in my ears.
Shadow stays still for a moment, his shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. Then he turns, and the intensity of his gaze pins me where I stand.
“What part of ‘stay inside’ didn’t you understand?”
His voice is low, tight with worry and anger both.“I couldn’t just sit there. I thought—”
The words catch in my throat under his burning stare.“Thought what?”
He steps closer, and his nearness steals the air from my lungs. “That you could stand up to two lycans and walk away unharmed?”“I wasn’t going to let you face them alone.”
Shadow closes his eyes, as if struggling to hold himself together. When he opens them again, the golden fire is gone—but the storm inside him remains.
“This isn’t a game, Amelia. They aren’t like me. If they decide you’re a threat, nothing will stop them.”
“And you? What will *you* do if they come for me?”
The question leaves my lips before I can stop it—and for a moment, surprise flickers across his face.“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”
His words strike straight through me, but before I can respond, he pulls away, his hands raking through his hair as if battling some inner demon.
“I never should’ve brought you here. This was a mistake.”
“Why do you keep saying that?” I ask, stepping closer.
“Shadow, if you really wanted me gone, you’d have sent me away a long time ago. But you didn’t.”He looks at me, and the force of his gaze is almost too much to bear.
“You don’t understand, Amelia. My world isn’t meant for you. All I have to offer is danger and pain.”“Let *me* decide that.”
My words seem to catch him off guard. For a long moment, he just watches me, as if searching for something in my face. Then he shakes his head, as if trying to push his thoughts aside.
“This won’t end well.”
“Maybe not. But it’s too late to turn back.”
The silence that follows is thick with everything we can’t say. At last, Shadow sighs, his expression a mix of resignation and resolve.
“If you stay, you have to promise me something.”
“What?”
“That you’ll do exactly as I say. If I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to hide, you hide. Understood?”
I nod, though I’m not sure I can truly keep that promise.
“All right.”He studies me a moment longer, weighing my resolve, then nods.
“Come on. We have to move. We’re not safe here.”“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere no one can find us.”
His words are ominous, but I don’t hesitate. Because even though my mind screams that this is madness, my heart knows the truth: there’s no going back now. I’m bound to Shadow—and even if our path leads only deeper into darkness, I’ll walk it by his side.
The night is wild.The flames from the nearby fires crackle like breath, alive and restless. The forest whispers something ancient—something hungry, something cloaked in shadow. The sky is clear. The stars flicker shamelessly. And somewhere far off, a howl cuts through the air like a scream from something dying… or being born again.I’m alone—or so I think.Until I feel him.I don’t hear him. I don’t see him.But I know he’s here.My body senses him before my mind does.And then he appears.Out of the shadows—like a beautiful curse.Naked.Shadow’s skin gleams in the firelight, and he looks more beast than man. His breath is deep. His golden eyes blaze. There’s a restrained violence in his expression, as if he’s on the verge of breaking. Or breaking me."You came," I whisper."I always come when you need me," he says, his voice ragged… but fierce.There are no more words.He lunges at me.And I let him.He pushes me down onto the warm dirt, heated by the fire. Earth smears my back, my
I’m still panting when he finally pulls back.His eyes are burning.Not like before. Not just with lust.Now there’s something wilder. More primal.Something unnamed… but it tastes like a delicious threat.“Don’t fall asleep,” he whispers, trailing his fingers along my belly. “I’m not done with you.”“Oh, really?” I mock, breathless. “What more do you want? My soul?”He smiles.That crooked, dangerous smile that tells me: yes.He already has it.And now he’s coming for the rest.“I want to see you surrender. Completely. No sarcasm. No escape. I want to make you beg, Amelia.”The way he says my name scorches me.Like an invocation.Like he’s peeling me from the inside out.Before I can answer, I’m already bound.With one of his shirts, twisted into a rope.He ties my wrists to the back of our makeshift bed and sits before me. Naked. Merciless erection. Eyes ablaze.“What are you doing?” I arch a brow, though inside I’m trembling. Not from fear. From anticipation.“Shut up. Tonight, you
His fingers haven’t stopped exploring me. Not even now, as the sweat dries on our skin and the air between us remains heavy with want. He kisses me with a hunger that never fades, as if every inch of me incites him further. As if every breath is a silent command to break me open again. "Are you okay?" he murmurs against my lips, his breath trembling into my mouth. "No," I answer. "Not unless you do it again." And that undoes him. He lifts me with one arm, as if I’m nothing more than a flame-bodied doll, and pins me against the wall of the shelter. He grips beneath my thighs, my legs wrap around his waist. His shaft, still hard, presses between my legs, making me moan before he’s even inside me again. "Look what you do to me," he growls, voice rougher now, darker, like the desire is clawing him apart. And then he gives me everything. All of him. At once. So deep it steals the air from my lungs. The slam of his body against mine makes the wooden walls tremble. He gr
There is no dawn to interrupt us.The world keeps spinning in shadows, and within that infinite silence, his body still rests on mine—warm, strong, so real it makes me shiver.“I can’t stop touching you,” he whispers against my collarbone, his lips tracing fire where only cold once lived.I don’t want him to stop either.Not now that he’s here, that I can feel him melting into me like we’re a single being with two open wounds trying desperately to close.His tongue moves over my skin as if trying to memorize it, as if one night—or a thousand—would never be enough to truly understand me. My legs wrap around his hips, and his hands clutch my waist tightly, pulling me back into the abyss we thought we’d already crossed.We moan in unison—my back arching, his chest trembling against mine.There’s no gentleness this time.Only hunger. Raw need.The urge to mark, to claim, to take what the world tried to deny us.“You’re mine,” he growls into my neck, and I don’t answer. I surrender. I let
The night wraps around us like a warm blanket woven from the remnants of the storm.No more sirens. No more screams.Only the distant creaking of wind through the ruins… and the restless beat of his heart, pulsing against my chest.His hand still clings to mine, as if letting go might unravel the world all over again.“You’re still trembling,” I whisper, my lips barely brushing his.“It’s not the cold,” he replies—and his voice has that rough, gravelly edge it only takes on when he’s right at the brink of himself.We look at each other as if we haven’t seen one another in years, as if we’re meeting again in some other time, some other life. My fingers trace the dust and dried blood on his face, and still… he’s beautiful. Brutally beautiful. There’s something in that golden gaze, in that wild intensity, that always makes me forget who I am.Or who I’m supposed to be.He presses me gently against the concrete wall, his breath filling the space between us.His body surrounds me. There’s
The cold wind lashes my face, as if trying to tear the soul from my body. In the distance, the city lights flicker—a fading echo of what once was. But here, in this desolate place, at the edge of what’s gone and what is yet to come, there’s nothing left but the reverberation of our choices.My eyes sweep the horizon, searching for something—anything—that might tell me it was worth it. But there are no answers. Only the ruins of a war that consumed us whole, leaving behind wounds far deeper than flesh can bear. And yet, in the heart of all this chaos, a fragile spark still burns within me.Because I did it. We did it.Shadow stands beside me in silence. No words pass between us. We don’t need them. The weight of all we've lived is etched into our souls, carved into every glance, every breath. It doesn’t matter that the world has collapsed into dust—because somehow, we made it through.Despite the war. Despite the loss. Something remains. Something I never thought I’d find in the wrecka