Finley
The party swirls around me in a blur of silver and white, but I barely register any of it. My wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin, yearning for our mate who keeps finding reasons to stay on the opposite side of the room. But I refuse to let anyone see how much it hurts.
"He probably just needs time to process," I whisper to Nova, forcing myself to smile as another pack member wishes me happy birthday. "Anyone would be shocked."
I'm lying to myself and I know it. But it's better than facing the truth I saw in Liam's eyes when he ran from me.
Kaden, Liam's older brother and the Alpha of Glass Lake, approaches with his mate Olivia. They both hesitate, nostrils flaring slightly, and I know they can sense it – the newly formed mate bond humming in the air. Olivia's eyes fill with concern, but before she can say anything, I shake my head slightly. Please don't make me talk about it.
"Happy birthday, Fin," Kaden says smoothly, respecting my silent plea. His eyes flick to where Liam stands with Ryleigh across the room, but he doesn't comment.
Ryleigh. She's beautiful tonight in a pale blue dress that matches her eyes, her dark hair falling in perfect waves. I've always liked her – it's impossible not to. She's genuinely kind, always ready with a smile or encouraging word. But now, watching Liam lean down to whisper something in her ear, I have to fight back the urge to growl.
He's just being a gentleman, I tell myself for the hundredth time. He'll talk to her first, explain things. That's why he's avoiding me. It has to be.
But as the hours drag on, that hope grows thinner and thinner. Liam dances with Ryleigh, laughs with Ryleigh, looks at Ryleigh like she's his whole world. He won't even meet my eyes.
Unable to stay away despite the pain, I drift closer to where they're standing. My enhanced hearing picks up their conversation easily, even through the music.
"I need to go take care of something," Liam says softly to Ryleigh, his fingers tracing her cheek with such tenderness it makes my chest ache. "But when I come back, I'm taking you home." His voice drops even lower, intimate in a way that makes me feel like a voyeur. "I’m going to fuck you, leave my claim inside you, show you exactly what you mean to me."
Ryleigh blushes, rising on her toes to press a kiss to his jaw. "Don't be long."
The possessive look in his eyes as he promises her he won't is enough to shatter what little hope I had left. Whatever I am to him – whatever the mate bond says we should be – he's made his choice. And it isn't me.
Nova whimpers, and I retreat to the back porch, desperate for air. The space is mercifully empty, and I lean against the railing, trying to steady my breathing. The lake stretches out before me, dark and peaceful under the rising moon.
"Fin."
My heart lurches at his voice. I don't turn around, afraid of what I'll see in his face. "Liam."
"We need to talk." His voice is gentle, and somehow that makes it worse.
"Do we?" I'm proud that my voice doesn't shake. "Because you've made things pretty clear already."
He moves to stand beside me, careful to keep space between us. The mate bond pulses with his proximity, and Nova surges forward, desperate to close the distance. I dig my nails into my palms, forcing her back.
"I'm sorry," he says quietly. "I never meant for this to happen."
A harsh laugh escapes me. "Right. Because you were so worried about a mate bond that you insisted on having my birthday party here." The bitterness in my voice surprises even me. "Why did you want me here, Liam? If you knew there was even a chance—"
"I didn't." He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture I've known since childhood. "I wanted the party here because... because Ryleigh can't leave Glass Lake right now. Her mom's sick and she needs to stay close in case she needs her. I didn’t want to leave her."
The words hit me like a physical blow. Of course. Of course he arranged it all for her. Everything Liam does is for Ryleigh.
"I'm rejecting the mate bond," he says softly.
Even though I've known it was coming, even though I've seen it in every avoided glance and careful distance he's kept all night, the formal words still tear through me like claws.
"Why?" The question slips out before I can stop it. "We've known each other our whole lives, Liam. We've been best friends. How can you just—"
"Because I love her." His voice cracks with emotion, but not for me. Never for me. "I've loved Ryleigh for years. She was there when I thought I'd never be anything but the spare prince, when everyone else saw just the joke, the screw-up. She believed in me before anyone else did."
"I believed in you," I whisper, but he shakes his head.
"Not like she did. And now Kaden's offering me the Beta position. I finally have a real place in the pack, a purpose. I can't – I won't – throw all that away just because fate decided to play some cruel joke."
Each word drives the knife deeper, but I force myself to stand straight, to keep my voice steady. "Fate isn't playing a joke, Liam. The Moon Goddess chose us for a reason."
"Then she chose wrong, damn it!" He steps back, and the distance feels like a chasm opening between us. "I formally reject this mate bond, Finley Bennett. I release you from any claim or obligation."
The magic of his words settles over us like frost, and something inside me shatters. Nova howls in grief, the sound echoing through my mind if not my throat. My legs give out and I sink to my knees, one hand clutching the porch railing, the other pressed against my chest where it feels like my heart is being torn in two. The pain is physical, raw and burning, like someone is trying to carve out the piece of my soul that just recognized its other half.
"Fin!" Liam moves to help me, but I throw up a hand to stop him.
"Don't." My voice is ragged, but I force the word out. "Don't touch me."
He steps back, hands raised, and the look of pity in his eyes is almost worse than the rejection. I press my palms flat against the rough wooden boards of the porch, focusing on the bite of splinters against my skin. Physical pain I can handle. This other pain – I need to lock it away, at least until I'm alone.
Slowly, deliberately, I push myself back to my feet. My legs shake, but I force them to steady. I swipe at the tears on my cheeks, squaring my shoulders as I take a deep breath. I am a Bennett. We do not break.
"I hope you'll still come to the Beta ceremony next month," he says, as if he hasn't just ripped my world apart. "You're still... you're still my friend."
I say nothing. There's nothing left to say.
He hesitates a moment longer, then turns and walks away, back to the party, back to Ryleigh. Back to the life he's chosen.
I stay on the porch, staring at the lake until my vision blurs, until I can't tell if it's tears or moonlight making everything shimmer.
My first mate bond. My first rejection.
Happy birthday to me.
Liam Through our stretched connection, I reach desperately for any sense of Finley’s current state. Is she conscious? In pain? Can she feel us still, or is the tether one-directional, leaving her isolated and alone?"I can still feel her," I say aloud, focusing on that tenuous connection with everything I have. "It's thin, distorted, but... she's there. Conscious, I think. Confused. Afraid, but... alive."Dane closes his eyes, clearly following the same path through our shared bond. "Yes," he confirms after a moment, relief evident in his voice despite the continuing crisis. "Definitely alive. Disoriented, but... holding on. Fighting, in that way only Finley can."Our eyes meet across the scorched center of the ritual site, shared understanding passing between us without words. Whatever has come before—our rivalry, our complications, our competing claims—none of it matters now. Only Finley matters. Only bringing her home, whatever it takes."We need to strengthen the connection," I s
LiamOne second she's there—our triangle pulsing with shared power, the boundary sealing complete—and the next she's gone, reality folding around her like paper crumpling in an invisible hand."FINLEY!" My voice tears from my throat, raw and desperate as I lunge toward the space where she stood just moments ago. Only emptiness meets my grasping hands, a cold void where her warmth should be.No. No no no. Not again. Not when we've finally—Storm howls inside me, the sound reverberating through my chest though it never reaches my lips. The primal grief of a wolf separated from his mate. The same howl I swallowed two years ago when I walked away from her, only a thousand times worse because this time I want her, this time I'm choosing her, and she's still gone."What happened?" Dane demands, on his knees at the edge of where our triangle stood, his hands passing through empty air as if he might somehow catch some trace of her. "Where is she?"The ritual site erupts into chaos around us—w
FinleyThrough our extended awareness, I recognize the entity immediately—not a single Skinwalker but a combined form like the one we faced days ago, multiple entities merged into a more powerful collective. Ms. Valen moves alongside it, her hands tracing patterns in the air that seem to disrupt Celina's protective wards."Focus on the ritual," I command as both Dane and Liam register the immediate threat, their instincts pulling toward defense. "We can't stop now. The boundary reinforcement is almost complete."The stars align overhead, seven celestial bodies finding perfect geometric formation for the first time in seven centuries. Power surges through our triangle, the energy circuit between us intensifying beyond anything we experienced during practice sessions. The boundary between worlds reaches maximum permeability—both weakest against intrusion and most receptive to reinforcement."Now!" Celina calls from somewhere beyond my direct perception. "Complete the sealing before the
FinleyThe moon rises over the ritual site, bathing the ancient stones in silvery light that seems to pulse with its own rhythm. Above us, the stars have begun their final alignment, seven celestial bodies gradually shifting into perfect geometric formation for the first time in seven hundred years."It's starting," Celina murmurs, her voice barely audible over the strange humming emanating from the standing stones around us. "Can you feel it?"I can. We all can. The boundary between worlds growing thinner with each passing minute, the pressure against reality's fabric increasing as whatever waits on the other side pushes harder against our world's defenses.Dane, Liam, and I stand in our triangular formation, positioned precisely according to the ancient pattern Celina identified during our practice sessions. The connection between us has been growing steadily stronger all day, and now it pulses with near-physical intensity. Through it, I can feel both men with startling clarity—thei
Finley I find Dad in his office, maps spread across his desk and a communications link open to what appears to be Mountain Ridge territory. Alpha Parker's voice comes through with crystal clarity, his tone clipped and commanding as always."The delegation refuses silver verification for the third time," he's saying as I enter. "Claiming diplomatic immunity and threatening inter-pack retaliation if forced to comply.""Which confirms our suspicions," Dad replies, nodding to acknowledge my arrival. "No genuine wolf would refuse silver verification three times without valid explanation.""Agreed," Alpha Parker says. "The containment team reports unusual movement patterns within their quarters as well. Guards describe it as 'flowing' rather than walking."Skinwalkers. It has to be. Ms. Valen might be a genuine wolf—silver verification confirmed that much—but her "companions" are clearly something else entirely."Where are they now?" I ask, stepping fully into the conversation."Still cont
FinleyI wake to unfamiliar warmth, my body registering the comfort before my brain catches up to why. Dane's arm is draped around my waist, his steady breathing against the back of my neck sending little shivers down my spine despite the seriousness of today's looming ritual.The Night of Seven Stars. It's finally here.For a moment, I allow myself to linger in this bubble of peace—Dane's solid presence behind me, his scent wrapped around me like a security blanket, the mate bond humming contentedly between us. Nova stirs beneath my skin, pleased to have one of our mates so close after weeks of distance.One of our mates. The thought no longer jars me the way it once did. Through our strengthened triad bond, I can sense Liam too—not physically present but connected nonetheless, his consciousness just beginning to stir from sleep somewhere in the guest quarters. The awareness of both of them, the steady certainty of their presence, feels increasingly right despite everything tradition
Dane Finley's door is unlocked when I arrive, as if she's been expecting me despite our lack of specific arrangements. I find her standing by the window, still fully dressed, staring out at the night sky where the stars are gradually shifting into the alignment that will reach completion tomorrow."You're supposed to be resting," I say softly, closing the door behind me."I tried," she replies, not turning from the window. "Too many thoughts."Through our connection, I can feel the tumult of emotions beneath her outwardly calm demeanor—worry about tomorrow's ritual, confusion about our complicated relationship, lingering doubts about her leadership abilities in the face of unprecedented threats."You should have asked me to stay," I observe, moving to stand beside her. The stars outside seem unusually bright, as if already responding to the approaching alignment."I wasn't sure if you'd want to," she admits quietly. "After everything at dinner. Ms. Valen's interruption. The conversat
DaneSecurity protocols have tripled since we returned to Forest Trails. Ms. Valen's unexpected appearance at what was supposed to be a secure location has everyone on edge, especially since her "companions" are still being contained somewhere on Forest Trails territory. I can practically feel the tension humming through the pack bonds as we move through the compound, warriors positioned at every junction with silver verification equipment at the ready."I want hourly reports on the Silver Creek delegation," Finley instructs the security team as we enter the main hall. "And I want Ms. Valen under constant surveillance. If she so much as twitches wrong, I want to know about it."The warriors nod, already moving to implement her orders. Even in crisis mode—or perhaps especially then—Finley's natural command presence is something to behold. Summit stirs appreciatively beneath my skin, pride flowing through our bond at her strength."I'll coordinate with the perimeter teams," I offer, aut
Liam"You seriously booked an entire restaurant?" Kaden asks, watching me fidget with my shirt collar for the fifth time."Not the entire restaurant," I correct, giving up on the collar and running a hand through my hair. "Just the private dining room in back. Which, by the way, isn't easy to arrange on six hours' notice during a supernatural crisis.""Impressive dedication to your... what are we calling this exactly? Double date? Triad negotiation? Pre-apocalypse last supper?"I flip him off, earning a rare chuckle from my usually serious brother. "You're enjoying this way too much.""Can you blame me?" He leans against my doorframe. "My perpetually bond-phobic little brother is suddenly arranging romantic dinners with not only your Goddess-given mate but your sworn rival for her affections the night before a potentially world-ending cataclysm."Despite his teasing, Kaden offers unexpected support. "Whatever happens with this triad thing, whatever you three figure out between you—I'm