MasukThe heat from Adrian’s body pressed into my back, and for a long moment, the only sound was the steady roll of the car over the pavement. Then, his voice came, so soft it was almost a ghost of a sound against my skin. "I'm sorry, my love," he whispered. I felt the vibration of his words travel through my neck, a low, rumbling apology that seemed to bypass my brain and go straight to my heart. "I didn't mean to upset you." I stayed still, my back against his chest, feeling the conflict of wanting to let go and wanting to push him just a little bit more. I wasn't really as angry as I was letting on, but there was a part of me that needed to hear him say it—needed to know that this wasn't just a game of distraction or a tactical move to keep me calm. I wanted the truth of how he felt, not just a smooth explanation for why he’d kissed me. "It was an accident, Adrian," I pressed, throwing his own words back at him with a bit of a stubborn edge. I wanted to see if he would stick to that
By the time we finally pulled our lips apart, the air in the back of the car felt thick and hard to swallow. My lungs were working overtime, and I could feel the rapid thud of Adrian’s heart echoing my own. He didn't let me go completely; instead, he reached up and guided my head down, tucking it firmly against the crook of his neck and his chest. I stayed there, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart, letting the sudden quiet of the car settle over us. For a long moment, the only sound was the muffled roll of the tires against the road and our synchronized, heavy breathing. "How do you feel now?" he asked. His voice was a low rumble against my ear, vibrating through my chest. I blinked, my mind still a bit foggy from the intensity of the moment. I found myself caught in a loop of confusion. Was he asking about the kiss? Was he checking to see if that "accidental" collision had shifted something inside me? Or was he asking about the bigger picture—the anxiety of returning to
The drive back to Silver Fang felt like it was lasting an eternity and a single heartbeat all at once. It was a strange, conflicting sensation that sat heavy in my chest. On one hand, the miles seemed to stretch out forever because every landmark we passed was a ghost from my past. We were traveling the exact same route I had taken when I was running away from this pack, fleeing from the crushing pain of rejection. Back then, I had been a broken mess, trying to put as much distance as possible between myself and the place that was supposed to be my home but had turned into my personal nightmare. Now, seeing those same trees, the same bends in the road, and the same familiar stretches of highway felt like a physical blow. The memories started to crowd in, thick and suffocating, almost choking me with the sheer intensity of the hurt I had buried so deep. For a few terrifying moments, I felt my resolve waver. I started to question everything. Was I making the right choice? Was going
The heat from Adrian’s body pressed into my back, and for a long moment, the only sound was the steady roll of the car over the pavement. Then, his voice came, so soft it was almost a ghost of a sound against my skin."I'm sorry, my love," he whispered. I felt the vibration of his words travel through my neck, a low, rumbling apology that seemed to bypass my brain and go straight to my heart. "I didn't mean to upset you."I stayed still, my back against his chest, feeling the conflict of wanting to let go and wanting to push him just a little bit more. I wasn't really as angry as I was letting on, but there was a part of me that needed to hear him say it—needed to know that this wasn't just a game of distraction or a tactical move to keep me calm. I wanted the truth of how he felt, not just a smooth explanation for why he’d kissed me."It was an accident, Adrian," I pressed, throwing his own words back at him with a bit of a stubborn edge. I wanted to see if he would stick to that sto
The rhythmic sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the hallway, drawing my attention away from the heavy, tearful gaze of my parents. I turned my head just in time to see Silvia and Ezra walking toward us, their fingers entwined. Seeing them like that, united and steady, made the tight knot of nerves in my stomach loosen just a fraction. My smile, which had been a polite mask only a second ago, widened into something deep and genuine. It was a look of shared understanding, a silent recognition of the life we were both stepping into. Without thinking, I slipped my hand out of Adrian’s grip. I needed this final moment of connection with the person who had been my anchor through everything. I stepped toward Silvia, and we collided in a hug that felt like it could hold the world together. She pulled me in with so much strength that I could feel the thrum of her own excitement vibrating against me. We stood there for a long beat, neither of us wanting to be the first to let go.
When we finally pulled our bodies apart, the sudden distance felt colder than I expected. Adrian didn’t move away entirely, though. He kept his hands on me, holding me close as if he were trying to memorize the feeling of my skin against his. He looked deep into my eyes, and for a second, I felt like I was reading a book written in a language I almost understood. There was so much behind his gaze—a million different thoughts, questions, and maybe even a few confessions—but he kept them locked away. He chose to stay quiet, letting the silence do the heavy lifting for him. I could see the way his jaw tightened, the way his eyes searched mine for something specific, but he didn't let a single word slip. "C’mon," I said, my voice barely a whisper but enough to break the spell. I gave him a playful little tug, signaling that it was time to move. I wasn't trying to be cold; I just knew that if we stayed there in the garden for another minute, we might never actually leave. I reached down
His words hung there, raw and painful. I could see it in his eyes—the shame of admitting he couldn’t protect his pack and family, the guilt of sending his mate and children away. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to continue. “We tried to hold them back, to give the others time to escape. We fough
I spun around toward the sound so fast, my heart slamming in my chest, and froze when I saw it—a creature, shapeless like the others but so much bigger, towering over us like a living nightmare. Where its eyes should’ve been was nothing but a single, endless, hollow hole, soulless and deep, like it
My body felt like it was made of lead, every muscle heavy and unresponsive, my eyelids so weighed down I could barely lift them. When I tried to open my eyes, a sudden burst of light made me wince, forcing them shut again, my head throbbing with the effort. I waited, breathing slowly, and after a f
“I didn’t care,” he said, his voice dropping low, almost a growl. “I was ready to fight them all, to tear down anyone who tried to stand between us. And she—she was just as ready. We stood our ground, ruled this pack side by side, and eventually, the whispers faded. People stopped talking. They saw







