LOGINKaiaHe still used the name Callum. But Cohen felt different now. It had a certain weight. It meant ice. It was a joke, really, because the man was pure heat. He was mischief and bone-deep loyalty. He made the arctic winter feel like a thick blanket.I didn't feel the wind when he was near. Not anymore.I finally understood how the Faoladh mates worked. It wasn't just a crush. They built a fire together. They shared their breath to stay warm.His wolf was Sirocco. Icy wind. It fit this place. The whole island felt like it was carved from a frozen lung. Kael and I were the strange ones. Our names didn't sound like frost. But we learned the people here. Callum settled into his skin. He was still smug. He was still a prick. But he was soft where it mattered. He was fierce.Once those walls dropped, I was done. I fell fast and I fell hard.We didn't rush. Neither of us trusted easily. But when he finally said he loved me, right after the bond sealed, I knew he meant it.I still called him
KaiaA small tug on my sleeve broke my focus. I looked away from my phone."It’s starting, love.""Thanks," I whispered. I smiled as his lips grazed the side of my neck.It didn't matter how many times he did it. The feeling never got old. A wave of heat crashed down my spine and bloomed under my skin. Goosebumps broke out over my arms. His mouth found the mark on my throat. It was still fresh. It matched the one I had carved into him three weeks ago.Callum was a romantic. I hadn't seen that coming.He was as sweet as a man could be on a block of ice in the middle of a frozen sea.He proved it after the reunion. One night he packed a meal and led me to the prayer grounds. Huge ice monoliths stood there. I had seen them in the sun, but at night they were different. Lights from below made them glow like a ghost temple. He spread a blanket. We ate and talked. We just existed. That night became our routine.We talked late into the dark. I felt the shift in him. The more he spoke, the mor
KaiaThe boat shoved against the ice with a dull thud. A small crowd waited on the gray shore.Kael didn’t wait. He shifted, threw on some pants, and looked at me with a wicked glint in his eyes. Before I could move, he scooped me up and tossed me over the rail.I hit the shallows with a splash. The water was liquid needles against my skin. I came up gasping, my boots sinking into the silt."You prick!" I yelled.Kael just laughed. He jumped down beside me, landing heavy in the slush. He looked alive. Radiant. He grabbed my hand and hauled me toward the group, his boots barely touching the snow.I stumbled after him, trying to find my breath. Then I saw them.There were fifty of them. I stopped dead.White-blonde hair. Eyes like frozen glass. Their skin was so pale it glowed. Every face was a variation of my own. I felt like I was looking into a cracked mirror.I forced a smile. My cheeks ached. My chest felt like it was going to split open from the sheer weight of the joy.They didn'
KaiaThe skin on my neck stung. I gasped. Before I could move, Kael hurled the silver chain into the sea. I watched it vanish into the gray water. My stomach dropped."Kael!" I screamed. "What did you do?""Narcisse had a tracker in it." His voice was flat. "That’s how he always found you. He never had to look."I went quiet. My throat felt tight. "Oh."Kael looked out at the waves. "He sent our death certificates home. He sent our mother’s bones too. When the Voreios attacked, Faoladh fell apart. They thought we were all dead. The pack went into hiding."I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. "At least I have you. But Kael... who is our father?""Alpha Ragnar." Kael’s eyes glowed with a soft, warm light. "That’s where we’re going. To him. To the snowpack."I stared at him. I felt a sharp pang of jealousy. "How do you know all this?"Kael leaned his weight against the white railing. He watched the dark water for a long time. The clouds were thick and cold. Light barely touched the
KaiaKael reached for me. His fingers wrapped around my hand, steady and firm."Hey, Kaia." His voice dropped, low and smooth. "We’re okay now. You know that?""I know."I let out a breath I’d been choking on. I moved my hand, locking my fingers into his. The knots in my shoulders finally came undone as he gave me a light squeeze."I can't believe how long you were gone," I said. My voice felt thin. "I missed you. I wanted you there so many times.""I felt it too," he said. He pulled his hand back, his expression unreadable. "I was trapped. But that’s over. Narcisse is gone. I’m taking you home."Home.The word hit like a physical weight. My chest tightened. A shudder ran through my frame. It wasn't the bite of the wind or the way the air dried my eyes. It was what that word cost.In three months, I’d seen four territories. I’d seen four different ways to build a family. Everyone was finding their person. Even Ravenna had gone soft. Selene and Cain were building a life. Rue and Ignati
KaiaThe guard lunged. I didn't think. I just pulled the trigger. Two cracks echoed, and he folded. His chest opened up in a wet mess. He slumped against the wall, eyes wide and empty."I’m sorry," I muttered. My hand shook as I reached out. I thumbed his eyelids shut and left him there.I kept moving. My lungs burned. Every rib felt snapped. I forced my legs to climb until the air changed. The wind hit me, sharp and cold, as I reached the roof.It was a slaughterhouse.Rook stood in the center, a mountain of meat and blood. He shifted. Bone popped and fur sprouted until a massive wolf stood where the man had been. I leveled my gun at his spine. Click. Empty. I cursed and hocked the metal aside.A black streak cut through the air. Sable fur. Cain.The two wolves circled. No growling. No wasted breath. Just the heavy scent of musk and the promise of a kill. The helicopter sat behind them, blades slicing the moonlight. Rook jumped. Cain was faster. He slipped the strike and buried his t







