LOGINThe door closed behind Adrian.
For a brief moment, he stood there, his wolf howling in protest. He could hear Harmony’s heavy breathing through the door. Heard her knees hit the floor. Heard her stifled sob.
What had he done?
Every fiber of his being wanted to turn around, open the
Silence. Not empty. Wounded.“What did you just say?”He swallowed, and it felt like forcing down glass.“Because I can survive you hating me. I can survive you thinking I’m a coward. I can’t survive them using you to break my pack.”“You don’t get to choose for me.”“I know.”“Then don’t.”His voice broke. “Harmony.”“No.” She stood so fast the mug tipped beside her, tea spilling across the floor. She barely noticed. “No, you do not get to say my name like this hurts you more than it hurts me.”“It doesn’t.”“You told me I had a choice.”“You do.”“Not if you take yourself away before I can make it.”He said nothing because she was right. Everything in him knew she was right. Love was supposed to protect freedom, not steal it under a better name.And still, fear held him by the throat. The image of Isabel lying almost dead in that dark room flashed before his eyes. She had survived it, barely. Could Harmony? Even if she remained safe, could she survive it if something happened to him
One night, almost two months after he left, Harmony said the words she had been holding back.“Let me come.”The line went quiet. She was sitting on the floor beside her bed, phone pressed to her ear, knees drawn to her chest.“Adrian.”“No.”“You didn’t even think about it.”“I have thought about nothing else.”“Then say yes.”“I can’t.”“You mean you won’t.”His silence answered.Harmony stood because sitting made her feel too small. “You told me I had a choice.”“You do.”“Not if you keep making it for me.”His breathing changed.“Harmony, this is not a visit to Calder Ridge during a peaceful season. This is aftermath. There are still threats. There are packs watching for weakness. Families grieving. Children afraid. A council that questions every decision I make.”“All the more reason—”“No.”The word was sharper this time. Harmony stopped.Adrian softened immediately. “I’m sorry.”“Don’t apologize. Listen.”“I am listening.”“No. You’re protecting. There’s a difference.”The line
For three weeks, Harmony and Adrian existed in fragments. Texts first. Short. Careful. Often delayed.Alive.Busy.Can’t talk.Miss you.Miss you too.Harmony stared at those words until they stopped looking like enough.They did not tell her whether Adrian had eaten. Whether he had slept. Whether the pack accepted him. Whether the rival pack had truly retreated or was simply waiting for the next weakness. But they told her he was still there. Somewhere. Alive. Thinking of her. That had to be enough. Until it wasn’t.The first call came on a Thursday.Harmony was in bed, London dark beyond the windows, her laptop still open on the floor beside her. She had fallen asleep over a strategy document and woke to her phone vibrating against her hip.Adrian.She answered before the second ring. Neither of them spoke. For a moment, there was only breathing. His on one side of the ocean. Hers on the other.Then he said, “Harmony.”Her eyes closed. It was unfair, the power of one word.“Hi,” she
On the fifth day, Harmony nearly called Adrian.The urge came in the middle of the night, sharp enough to pull her out of sleep before the dream could fully release her. Adrian had been in the forest. Bleeding. Or maybe not. Dreams were strange. The mist had been red near his hands, but when she ran toward him, he turned away. The wolf stood between them, not threatening, just blocking the path as though protecting her from what she could not see.Harmony woke with his name in her mouth. She grabbed her phone. Opened his contact. Her thumb hovered over the call button. One touch. One. She could hear his voice. Maybe. Or she could put him at risk. She hated that she did not know which was true.If he was silent because silence kept him alive, then calling him would be selfish. If he was silent because he was dead, then the silence was already final. If he was silent because he had chosen to shut her out, then calling him would hand him more of the power he had taken when he left.Her t
Adrian’s mother’s words crashed around in his ears.Their only hope?“Where is Isabel?” he asked.Adrian’s mother looked up at him, her eyes red with grief and exhaustion. Then her gaze moved toward the bed. Following it, Adrian finally saw the shape beneath the blankets.His sister-in-law lay on her back among the pillows, her chest moving unevenly beneath the covers. Then he heard it. The slight wheeze with every breath she took.Adrian let go of his mother and stepped closer to the bed. The air grew hotter as he approached. Then the smell hit him. Sweat. Sickness. Decay.Normally Isabel smelled like roses after rainfall, but there was no trace of roses now. Only heat and the sour smell of a body fighting something it did not know how to survive.Adrian reached the bedside, and his hand went involuntarily to his mouth.The change in Isabel’s appearance was startling. Every inch of her was drenched in sweat. Her white top had soaked through. Her normally silken chocolate hair was tan
The door closed behind Adrian.For a brief moment, he stood there, his wolf howling in protest. He could hear Harmony’s heavy breathing through the door. Heard her knees hit the floor. Heard her stifled sob.What had he done?Every fiber of his being wanted to turn around, open the door, and wrap his arms around the woman falling apart without him.His mate.His everything.Adrian clutched his chest as a deeper pain seared through him.Daniel.His Alpha.His brother.







