Finley
I stare out the car window as we pass the "Welcome to Glass Lake" sign, my stomach doing that weird flippy thing it always does when I know I'll be seeing Liam soon. You'd think after eighteen years of friendship, I'd be over this schoolgirl crush. But apparently my wolf, Nova, hasn't gotten the memo.
Just friends, I remind myself for the thousandth time. That's all we'll ever be.
"Cheer up, birthday girl," my brother Rhett says, nudging my shoulder from the backseat. "You look like you're heading to a funeral instead of your own party."
I force a smile, though it probably looks more like a grimace. "I just don't see why we had to celebrate here. All my friends are back home."
"The Stones, Crosses, and Kanes have been coming to our place for your birthday every year since you were born," Mom chimes in from the front seat, her tone gentle but leaving no room for argument. "It's our turn to visit them, sweetheart. These summer gatherings are tradition."
She's right, of course. Our families have been gathering like this for as long as I can remember – the Stones with their Alpha bloodline, the Crosses whose daughter is the new Luna of Glass Lake, the Kanes who've been their trusted Gammas for generations, and us Bennetts. Pack rank never seemed to matter during these visits. We were just family.
"Besides," Dad adds, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror, "Liam specifically asked if you could celebrate here this year."
My heart does that stupid little stutter it always does at the mention of his name. Liam Stone – youngest son of the former Alpha, notorious troublemaker, and the boy I've been half in love with since I was old enough to know what love was.
Nova stirs restlessly under my skin. “Calm down,” I tell her. “It's just Liam.”
But even as I think it, I know something feels different this time. Maybe it's because I'm finally eighteen, officially of age in pack terms. Maybe it's the way Nova keeps pacing in my mind, more agitated than usual. Or maybe it's the strange tension that's been building in my chest for the past few days, like the air before a storm.
"Did he say why?" I try to keep my voice casual, but Rhett's knowing smirk tells me I've failed miserably.
"Nope." He pops the 'p' with annoying emphasis. "But Ryleigh's been helping with the planning."
And just like that, my momentary flutter of hope crashes. Right. Ryleigh Kane. Former gamma's daughter, sweet as honey, and Liam's unofficial girlfriend for the past year. I've seen the way he looks at her – like she hung the moon and stars.
Nova whines, and I push down the familiar ache in my chest. I'm being ridiculous. Liam is my friend, one of my best friends. I should be happy he's found someone who makes him smile like that, who helps quiet the insecurities he tries so hard to hide behind his jokes.
"We're here," Dad announces as we pull up to the imposing Stone mansion.
The sight of it still takes my breath away, even after all these years. Three stories of gray stone and gleaming windows rise before us, perfectly framed by ancient oaks that have guarded the property for generations. White columns line the wraparound porch where we spent countless summer evenings as kids, telling ghost stories and planning adventures.
I catch glimpses of silver and white decorations through the windows, and my stomach twists. I've never been one for big celebrations, preferring small gatherings with close friends. But I know this party is as much about pack tradition as it is about my birthday. Eighteen is when we're considered adults in wolf terms, old enough to accept a mate bond if fate decides to present one.
Nova perks up at that thought, and I quickly shut it down. The last thing I need is to get my hopes up about mate bonds, especially with Liam so clearly spoken for.
I take a deep breath, straightening my shoulders as we get out of the car. The late afternoon sun catches the lake beyond the house, turning it into a sheet of molten gold. The air is thick with the scents of pine and wild roses, and underneath it all, the familiar markers of Glass Lake pack – earth and water and ancient magic.
And then another scent hits me, one I would know anywhere. Rainwater and cedar and something wild that always makes Nova want to run straight toward it.
"Finally!" Liam's voice booms across the driveway. "I thought you guys were going to miss all the fun."
I turn, and there he is, jogging down the front steps with that crooked grin that never fails to make my heart skip. His blonde hair catches the sunlight like spun gold, a gift from his mother's side, and those bright blue eyes dance with their usual mischief. But there's something else there too, something that makes Nova suddenly go very still.
He reaches for me, and the moment his arms wrap around me in our usual hug, everything changes.
The world tilts on its axis. My skin buzzes where we touch, and Nova surges forward with a force that nearly brings me to my knees. Liam goes rigid against me, his arms tightening almost painfully as a low growl rumbles through his chest.
Mate.
The word echoes through my mind, through my soul, with the force of a thunderclap. Every cell in my body sings with recognition, with rightness, with Mine.
And then Liam jerks away like I've burned him, his eyes wide and panicked. The sudden loss of contact feels like being doused in ice water.
"I... I need to..." He stumbles backward, his usual smooth confidence nowhere to be seen. "Ryleigh's waiting. For the... the decorations."
He turns and practically runs back into the house, leaving me standing there with my world simultaneously exploding into perfect clarity and shattering into pieces.
Because in that moment, I know two things with absolute certainty: Liam Stone is my fated mate.
And by the look in his eyes, he is going to reject me.
The dimension I've been trapped in for six months exists in a state of perpetual twilight—not quite day, not quite night, with a silver-gray sky that never changes and landscape that shifts when I'm not looking directly at it. Trees that were there moments ago vanish, replaced by rocky outcroppings or endless fields of grass that whisper secrets in languages I almost understand.But I'm alive. Against all odds, despite the dimensional collapse that should have scattered my atoms across multiple realities, I'm whole and conscious and desperately trying to find my way home.The hardest part isn't the isolation or the constantly shifting environment—it's the silence where my mate bond should be. In this place between worlds, I can't feel him. Can't sense whether he's alive or dead, grieving or moving on, enjoying life or drowning in the kind of pain that destroys people from the inside out.I have to believe he's alive. Because the alternative—imagining my strong, devoted mate broken by m
FinleyThe presentation went better than I could have hoped. Not just well—brilliantly. By the time I finished explaining our integrated leadership model and the measurable improvements in pack welfare, territorial security, and inter-pack relations, even the most traditional Alphas in the room were taking notes."I told you so," Liam whispers in my ear as we walk toward our house, his arm warm around my waist."You did indeed," I agree with satisfaction that feels almost too good to be real. "Though I don't think any of us predicted Alpha Morrison asking if we'd consider sending advisors to help Silver Stream implement similar reforms.""Three territorial requests for consultation," Dane adds with obvious pride, his hand finding mine as we approach our front door. "Not bad for a day's work.""Not bad at all," I confirm, though the real victory isn't the political validation—it's the way my mates stood behind me throughout the entire presentation, their confidence in my abilities so ab
LiamI wake up to the sound of Finley cursing creatively in the bathroom, which means either she's encountered a spider or she's trying to do something complicated with her hair for today's inter-pack meeting. Given that it's barely dawn and she's been complaining about the formal nature of today's events, I'm betting on the hair."Need help?" I call softly, not wanting to wake Dane, who's still sprawled across three-quarters of our bed like he owns the place."Yes, but not with this," comes her frustrated reply. "I need help with the fact that Alpha Thompson apparently expects me to give a formal presentation about our 'innovative leadership structure' to a room full of traditionalists who still think female Alphas are a novelty."I slip out of bed and pad to the bathroom, where I find her wrestling with what appears to be an attempt at a sophisticated updo that's fighting back with impressive stubbornness."Here," I say, gently taking the brush from her hands. "Let me."There's somet
Dane-Six Months LaterThe morning sun filters through our bedroom windows as I watch Finley get ready for another day of being the most effective Alpha Forest Trails has ever seen. Six months into our mated life, and I still catch myself marveling at how perfectly everything has fallen into place—not without effort, but with the kind of natural harmony that makes all our earlier struggles seem like necessary steps toward this contentment we enjoy every day."Stop staring at my ass and help me find my other boot," Finley calls over her shoulder, though I can hear the smile in her voice."I can multitask," I reply with dignity that's completely undermined by the fact that I am, indeed, admiring the view as she bends over to search under our bed. "Besides, it's a very nice ass. I'm appreciating it.""Appreciating it won't find my boot," she points out, though she deliberately wiggles said ass just to torture me."Found it," Liam announces from the doorway, holding up the missing boot with
FinleyBy the time the heat finally begins to ease, we're all exhausted, satisfied, and bonded in ways that go beyond anything I could have imagined. Every mark refreshed and deepened, every bond strengthened through our shared pleasure and whispered promises."Think that's the end of it?" Liam asks drowsily, his arm tightened around my waist as we lie tangled together in our bed."For now," I confirm, feeling the deep satisfaction that comes after a fully satisfying heat. "Though Dr. Harrison warned that my heats might be unpredictable for the first few cycles.""Meaning?" Dane prompts, though he sounds more curious than concerned."Meaning I might have spikes out of nowhere and jump your bones when you least expect it," I explain with a smile that probably looks entirely too satisfied. "Something about the trauma and the new bonds creating irregularities.""Terrible," Liam says with mock seriousness. "Having to spend several days locked in a room making love to our gorgeous mate. How
Finley"Now," I demand, my voice rough with desire and desperation. "Please, I need—"I have no idea how many days we’ve been sequestered away, fucking like rabbits. All I know is the minute one of them stops touching me, the fire under my skin reignites and I’m begging for something I can’t even name. But I don’t need to. Not with them. "We know what you need," Dane assures me, positioning himself above me with infinite care. "We can feel it through the bond. Feel how much you need this."When he enters me, it's with the slow reverence of someone handling something precious and fragile, despite the fact that every instinct is probably demanding he claim me with the fierce possession I feel through the bond.The rhythm we find is slow at first, careful. Even with the river of slick I’m producing and the ridiculous number of times we’ve done this, Dane is big and taking all of him stretches me to my limits. But as my body adjusts, it demands more, becomes something wilder, more despera