Mag-log inI've been threatened by men my whole life. This was the first time the threat had feathers.I stood over that dead bird for a long moment after Ronan's warning settled in, feeling something shift inside me that had less to do with fear and more to do with a cold, clarifying anger. I'd spent weeks now being protected, hidden, moved from cabin to compound to backroad like a piece of luggage passed carefully between hands that all agreed I was too fragile to be trusted with my own defense.I thought about the elder in that council chamber, calling me a liability to my face. I thought about every moment since the fire where someone else had decided, on my behalf, what I could handle and what needed to be kept from me for my own good. I was done being managed. If I was going to be a target either way — to Vipers, to hostile wolves, to whatever came next in this war I'd apparently inherited along with a mate bond — I wanted, at the very least, to stop being a helpless one."I'm done being s
Nothing says "meet the family" like a room full of armed werewolves debating whether to kill you or protect you.The pack council chamber was nothing like I'd expected — not some medieval throne room, but a long, plain hall with rough-hewn benches and a fire pit at its center, packed wall to wall with wolves who'd clearly dropped whatever they'd been doing the moment word of the Viper declaration reached them. Killian had walked me in himself, one hand steady at my back, though I noticed he stayed close to the door, like some part of him expected he might need to get me out fast.The air itself felt charged, thick with the particular tension of a room full of people who'd rather be doing anything except sitting through this conversation. I recognized a few faces from that first dinner weeks ago — the healer who'd offered me a second helping of stew, the young man who'd asked about rain — though none of them met my eyes now, too caught up in the gravity of whatever debate had been ragi
Nothing says "meet the family" like a room full of armed werewolves debating whether to kill you or protect you.The pack council chamber was nothing like I'd expected — not some medieval throne room, but a long, plain hall with rough-hewn benches and a fire pit at its center, packed wall to wall with wolves who'd clearly dropped whatever they'd been doing the moment word of the Viper declaration reached them. Killian had walked me in himself, one hand steady at my back, though I noticed he stayed close to the door, like some part of him expected he might need to get me out fast.The air itself felt charged, thick with the particular tension of a room full of people who'd rather be doing anything except sitting through this conversation. I recognized a few faces from that first dinner weeks ago — the healer who'd offered me a second helping of stew, the young man who'd asked about rain — though none of them met my eyes now, too caught up in the gravity of whatever debate had been ragi
I've broken a lot of things. I've never broken a man just by saying no.We rode back to the compound in silence, my mind turning that single sentence over and over until it wore smooth and terrible in a way I couldn't make peace with. It can kill him. Not "it hurts." Not "it's difficult." Kill. As if the word I said or didn't say in the next few days held more weight than any decision I'd ever made in my life, more weight, somehow, than I felt equipped to carry.I found Nadia at my old apartment — the one I hadn't lived in for weeks, the one that still smelled faintly of my father's aftershave from the last time I'd cleaned out his things — because some old instinct told me I needed distance from the compound to think clearly, and Nadia was the only person in my life who existed entirely outside of it."You look like you've seen several ghosts," she said, taking one look at my face and pulling me inside without waiting for an explanation.The apartment felt strange and unfamiliar afte
A man tells you you're his soulmate and somehow the first thing you say is "put some pants on."It came out before I'd fully processed what he'd said, some old, practical, deeply unromantic part of my brain apparently deciding that a naked man kneeling in gravel was the more pressing crisis of the two, easier by far to address than the enormity of what he'd just told me. My whole body was still humming with adrenaline from the chase, from the wolf, from every impossible thing that had happened in the past hour, and somehow it was the sight of him kneeling there, bare and vulnerable in the cold, that finally cracked something loose in me.Ronan blinked at me, and for one absurd second the wrecked, raw intensity of the moment cracked wide open into something almost funny."That's—" he started, and then, despite everything, despite the Vipers somewhere out in the dark and the mate bond he'd just detonated between us, something that might have been a laugh escaped him, rough and disbeliev
Turns out I recognize his eyes even in a wolf's face.I sat frozen behind the wheel for a long moment after the howl cut off, every nerve straining toward the tree line, half expecting Viper bikes to come roaring around the bend at any second, half expecting something far worse and far less human to emerge from the dark instead. My mind ran through every option I had — none of them good, none of them offering more than a few seconds of delay against whatever was coming — and settled, finally, on staying exactly where I was, doors locked, engine dead, waiting to see which threat arrived first.It came out of the tree line at a dead run, and every instinct I had screamed at me to lock the doors, to make myself small, to do anything except sit frozen behind a windshield that wouldn't have stopped a creature that size for more than a few seconds if it decided my car was worth the effort. It was enormous — larger than any wolf had any right to be, dark-furred, powerful enough that I could







