LOGIN“Wake up, girl.” The voice cuts through the fog of sleep, firm but gentle. “Come on now, wake up.”
I jolt upright in the trunk, gasping and immediately doubling over with violent coughing. My lungs burn as I struggle to catch my breath, each cough tearing through my chest like fire.
“Easy there, breathe slowly,” the voice continues, clearer now. “Focus on my voice, Aurora. In and out, nice and steady.”
The shock of hearing someone speak directly into my mind triggers another wave of coughing, but gradually I manage to slow my breathing. Small, desperate gulps of air that slowly become more controlled.
“That’s better. You’re doing fine, sweet girl. No need to be frightened.”
My body relaxes back into the makeshift bed, confusion washing over me. I’m still exhausted, but there’s a strange calm settling in my chest that wasn’t there before.
“Who are you?” I whisper aloud, even though every word she’s spoken has been inside my head.
“You already know the answer to that, Aurora. I’ve been here with you all along, just couldn’t speak until now. Happy eighteenth birthday, by the way.”
Birthday. The word hits me like a physical blow. That would mean… my heart starts racing again.
“You’re my wolf!” I practically scream in my mind, suddenly aware I don’t want anyone else to hear this conversation.
“Finally caught on, did you? Name’s Eos, and I’m sorry it took so long for us to meet properly. You’ve been incredibly brave handling everything alone.”
The reality slowly sinks In. All those years of being told I was defective, that I’d never have a wolf because I wasn’t worth one. All the beatings, the constant reminders that I was less than nothing.
“Wait,” I sit up straighter, heart pounding. “Are you the blonde wolf from my dream? The one at the lake?”
“That’s right. Took you long enough to put it together.”
A awkward laugh escapes me. “Hello, then. I guess.”
Her laughter echoes in my mind, warm and comforting. “Hello, Aurora. I can’t tell you how good it feels to finally talk with you.”
Despite everything, I find myself smiling. “You’re beautiful, Eos. I can’t believe you’re really mine.”
Questions flood my mind in a chaotic rush. Will I randomly shift into wolf form? How do I control when you come out? What happens if you take over? Can other people sense you now? Will I be stronger? The thoughts tumble over each other, desperate and overwhelming.
“Slow down there,” Eos chuckles. “We have time to figure all that out together. Though I should mention, your hair isn’t going to turn blonde just because I am.”
Heat floods my cheeks. That was a ridiculous thought.
“Right now, you just need to know that everything happening is exactly as it should be. Things are going to change for you, Aurora. Better things are coming.”
“Don’t.” The word comes out sharper than I intended. “Don’t give me false hope, Eos. I’ve heard promises before.”
“This isn’t a promise, it’s certainty. The Moon Goddess has shown me glimpses of what’s ahead. There’s a reason for all the pain you’ve endured, a purpose to it all. You just need to hold on a little longer.”
Against every instinct I’ve developed over the years, something inside me wants to believe her. Maybe it’s having someone, anyone, who cares about what happens to me. Maybe it’s the conviction in her voice. But a tiny seed of hope plants itself in my chest.
“What kind of better things?”
“Your mate is coming, Aurora. Soon.”
The words hit me like lightning. “My mate? Really?”
“Really. I can’t tell you more than that, the Moon Goddess forbids it. You’ll have to discover the rest yourself.”
My mind immediately starts racing with possibilities. Will it be a guy or a girl? I’ve never really thought about it seriously before, always assumed I’d never have a mate anyway. But I’ve definitely noticed both in the past, felt drawn to different people regardless of gender. What will they be like? Kind? Strong? Will they actually want me, or will they reject me like everyone else has?
“I can feel you spiraling,” Eos says gently. “Stop torturing yourself with questions you can’t answer yet. When the time comes, you’ll know.”
“But what if they don’t want me? What if they take one look at me and decide I’m not worth it?”
“Aurora.” Her voice turns firm, almost a growl. “Stop that right now. You are not worthless. You are not less than anyone else. I won’t listen to you tear yourself down.”
The fierce protectiveness in her voice catches me off guard. After years of being told I was nothing, having someone defend me, even if it’s the voice in my own head, feels strange.
“I have my wolf,” I whisper, the reality finally sinking in completely. “I actually have my wolf.”
“Yes, you do. And I’m not going anywhere.”
A giggle escapes me, surprising us both. For the first time in years, I don’t feel completely alone.
“You need to rest now,” Eos continues. “Mrs. Avalon was right about your body needing time to heal. I’m not fully emerged yet either, so we both need sleep. Your wounds will heal faster now, and your strength will grow, but it takes time.”
“Will you stay with me while I sleep?”
“I’ll always be here, Aurora. You’re never going to be alone again.”
I settle back into the trunk, pulling the thin blanket around me. The space feels less cramped somehow, less suffocating. Maybe it’s knowing I have Eos with me, or maybe it’s the possibility that my mate is out there somewhere, but the darkness doesn’t seem as overwhelming as it did before.
“Eos?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you. For being here, for being mine.”
“Thank you for surviving long enough for us to meet. Now sleep, sweet girl. Tomorrow is a new day.”
I heard Arthur’s voice through the kitchen door.“Viktor. This is Arthur Hendrix.”A pause. My heart started beating faster.“I have a business proposition. There’s someone I need eliminated. Fenris Hendrix. My brother.”I pressed my hand over my mouth to keep from gasping.“He’s become a liability I can’t afford. Half a million pounds for whoever brings me proof of his death. Clean kill, no trace back to me or the pack.”No. No, this couldn't be happening. Arthur had forgiven Fenris. I thought they reconciled. My spat with Fenris could not be the reason why Arthur wants to kill Fenris.The call ended. I heard Arthur moving, pacing. I stepped back from the door quickly, my mind racing.What was I supposed to do? Confront him? Tell him I’d overheard?Think, Aurora. Think. I forced myself to take a breath, then another. Made my expression soft and sleepy.Then I walked into the kitchen.“Arthur?”He spun around, surprise flashing across his face before he covered it with a smile. “Morni
The pack house was quiet when I woke, Isabella’s warmth pressed against my side. Her breathing was soft.I extracted myself carefully, watching her face for any sign of waking. Nothing. She just curled into the space I’d left, pulling the blanket closer.Arthur’s wife. My wife now. I dressed in the dark—jeans, t-shirt, nothing fancy—and headed downstairs. The kitchen was empty except for the coffee maker I’d set on a timer last night.“You’re up early.”I turned to find Mother by the doorway, wrapped in a silk robe, her hair loose around her shoulders.“Couldn’t sleep,” I said, pouring two mugs of coffee. “Want some?”“Please.” She settled at the kitchen table, accepting the mug I offered. “Something on your mind?”Well, I could tell her I did a swap spell and the son she is talking to isn’t the son she thinks it is. That would definitely freak her out.“Just thinking about pack business,” I said instead.Mother studied me over the rim of her mug. “That’s very concerning of you. You n
The check sat on Dale’s kitchen table. Five hundred and fifty thousand pounds. More money than I’d ever seen in my life.“You don’t have to take it,” Dale said, refilling his coffee mug. “The police reward was one thing, but Victor’s family is trying to buy your silence.”“I know what they’re doing.” I picked up the check, studied the zeros line up. “But I’m taking it anyway.”Emma appeared in the doorway, dish towel slung over her shoulder. “What will you do with it?”That was the question, wasn’t it? Six weeks ago, I’d woken up in those woods with nothing. No name, no past, no future.Now I felt like I had something going on for me.“I’m staying,” I said. “Here. In town. I’m going to make this home.”Dale set down his mug with a soft clink. “You sure about that? Your memory could come back any day. You might have family somewhere, people looking for you.”“I don’t care about my past life anymore. From all indications, my life here is better.” I folded the check, tucked it in my pock
The farmhouse came into view, lights on in the kitchen. Dale’s truck sat in the driveway. Relief flooded through me.I dropped the bike in the driveway and ran to the front door, pounding on it with both fists.“Dale! Emma! Open up! It’s an emergency!”The porch light flicked on. The door swung open, and Dale stood there, his expression shifting from confusion to fury in half a second.“What the hell are you doing here?” His voice was low, dangerous. “I told you to stay away from my property. I warned you—”“Victor has Maggie!” I cut him off, breathing hard. “He kidnapped her. She’s locked in a cabin on the outskirts of town. I found her."Dale’s face went pale. “What are you talking about?”“Victor took her. He’s been keeping her prisoner. I swear I’m telling the truth. She’s there right now.”Emma appeared behind Dale, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh my God. Dale, we need to—”“Where?” Dale’s voice was sharp, all the anger from before replaced with fear. “Where’s this cabin?”“Out
"You want to talk about it?” Sophie asked, handing me a mug of coffee. She settled into the chair across from me, tucking her legs under her.“Not much to talk about. Dale kicked me out. Had Victor and his friends throw me out.” I took a sip of the coffee. It was good, strong, exactly what I needed. “Can’t say I blame him.”“This is a safe space. I don’t want any self-pitying sob.”“I can’t help it.”“You’re just a guy who fell in love, don’t beat yourself up about it.” She set down her own mug, leaning forward. “Dale was protecting his daughter. I get it. But that doesn’t make what he did right.”“Doesn’t make it wrong either.”“Agree to disagree.” She was quiet for a moment, then said, “Look, I know this sucks. But maybe I can help you get back on your feet. Give you a place to stay while you figure things out, help you find a job, maybe even track down some information about your past.”I looked at her. Sophie was beautiful, smart, successful. She had her life together in ways I co
I’d tried calling John. Texting. Nothing. His phone went straight to voicemail every time. Either the battery had died or he’d turned it off. Maybe he’d thrown it away, decided a clean break was better than dragging this out. But still, he couldn’t have gone away forever.The thought made my chest hurt so badly I could barely breathe.I was in the barn, mucking out stalls. I needed something physical to do before I lost my mind completely, when I heard the truck pull up. Not Dad’s truck. I knew the sound of that engine by heart.I set down the pitchfork and walked to the barn entrance, squinting against the afternoon sun.Victor’s truck sat in the driveway, engine still running. He climbed out, wearing jeans and a button-up shirt like he was going on a date. The sight of him made anger spike in my brain.“What the hell are you doing here?” I called out, not bothering to hide the venom in my voice.“Came to check on you,” he said, walking toward me. “Heard you’ve been having a rough fe







