ログインI feel it again before anyone speaks, that pull stretching beyond the pack, and Jax’s grip tightens around my hand while Derek steps slightly in front of me, his body shifting without hesitation, already placing himself between me and whatever is reaching for us.“Stay behind me,” Derek says, low and firm.I don’t move back, and Jax doesn’t let me either, his arm sliding around my waist, holding me in place as his gaze cuts across the trees, sharp and restless.“They’re not here yet,” Jax mutters, his voice rough. “But they’re close.”My fingers tighten around his, and I press my other hand to my stomach, feeling that steady pulse respond again, not rising, just… watching, like it senses the same thing.“They feel us,” I say quietly.Derek glances back at me, his expression tightening. “Then we make sure they understand what that means.”Jax lets out a low breath, almost a growl, as he shifts closer, his chest pressing against my back again. “No one comes near you.”“I’m not hiding,”
Derek’s hand tightens on my shoulder as the last wolf rises, and the silence shifts again, heavier now, filled with something that doesn’t feel like loyalty anymore, and I feel Jax’s chest press harder against my back as his breath slows, controlled, watching them all like he expects one wrong move.“Look at them,” Jax mutters, low in my ear.I don’t want to, but I do, and the way they stand—still, waiting, eyes fixed on me—makes my stomach tighten as my hand presses over his again, holding there like it keeps me steady.“They’re not waiting for orders,” I say quietly.Derek steps closer, his fingers brushing my chin, turning my face back to him, his gaze sharp and searching. “Then what are they waiting for?”I don’t answer, because one of them steps forward, slow and careful, and instead of speaking, he drops again, one knee hitting the ground, head lowering like he can’t stay standing in front of me.Jax stiffens instantly, his arm locking tighter around me. “No.”The wolf doesn’t l
I don’t answer the word, and I don’t move when it hangs there, heavy and wrong, because my knees weaken without warning and the ground rushes up too fast, but Derek catches me before I fall, his arm locking around me as Jax drops with us, his hands already gripping me tight.“Stay with me,” Derek says, his voice sharp, and his hand comes back to my face, forcing my eyes open when they try to close.“I’m fine,” I manage, but my body doesn’t listen, because the strength that held me upright a second ago drains out all at once.Jax swears under his breath as he shifts, pulling me against him, his arm braced behind my back while his other hand presses hard against my stomach again.“You pushed too far,” he says, his voice rough, angry, but his grip is careful, controlled.“I didn’t—” I try, but my breath breaks halfway through.Derek cuts me off, his gaze locked on mine, intense and unyielding. “Don’t speak. Just breathe.”I try to follow it, to match his rhythm, but my chest feels tight,
I don’t get to steady myself before another wave comes, because the moment the last body drops, more of them step out from the shadows, slower this time, but not hesitating, and Jax swears under his breath as he pulls me closer again.“They planned this,” he mutters, his grip tight.Derek’s eyes narrow, his body already shifting into position beside me. “They want her pushed further.”I feel it too, not from them, but from inside me, that rising pressure that hasn’t settled since the last strike, and my fingers curl slightly as my breath grows heavier.“Stay with me,” Derek says, his voice firm as his hand finds mine again.Jax’s hand presses against my stomach, grounding, but it only holds for a moment before the pulse pushes back harder, stronger than before.“They’re not stopping,” Jax growls.One of them lunges first, fast, direct, aiming for me again, and this time Derek intercepts, his movement sharp as he drives the man back, but another follows immediately, then another.They’
I don’t get time to speak before it happens, because the air snaps tight and a body crashes through the line of trees, then another, and another, moving fast and silent until they’re not hiding anymore, and Jax pulls me back hard into him.“Behind me,” he growls, his arm locking around me as Derek steps forward without hesitation.“No,” I say, my hand gripping Jax’s wrist as I twist slightly, refusing to stay fully behind him, and Derek’s gaze flicks to me once before he faces them again.“They’re not scouts,” Derek says, his voice calm but sharp, and I feel the truth of it settle heavy as more figures step out, surrounding without closing in.Jax’s grip tightens. “They’re ready to strike.”One of them steps forward, his stance low, eyes locked on me, not Derek, not Jax, and the pull inside my chest reacts instantly, sharper now, pushing outward as my breath catches.“You shouldn’t exist,” the man says, his voice flat.Jax lets out a low, vicious sound. “Try saying that again.”The ma
I don’t move away from them, and neither of them lets me, because the shift that just happened hasn’t settled yet, it lingers in the air and in my chest, and Derek’s hand stays wrapped around mine while Jax stays close enough that I feel his breath with every step I take.“Stay with us,” Derek says quietly, not a command, but I feel the weight in it, and I nod without speaking because the pulse inside me hasn’t stopped, it just rests, steady and aware.Jax’s hand slides over my stomach again, firm, protective, and this time the reaction comes instantly, a soft push outward that makes his fingers tighten, not in fear, but in focus.“It’s awake,” he murmurs, and his voice drops lower as he leans closer, his forehead brushing the side of my head.Derek exhales slowly, his thumb pressing against my hand as he watches us, calculating, but not distant, not detached, and when he steps closer, he doesn’t take control, he joins us.“Then we stay aligned,” he says.I feel it the moment his hand
The first letter arrived sealed in black wax.No crest. No signature. Just a folded sheet of heavy parchment delivered by a neutral courier who refused eye contact and left before our guards could question him.I broke the seal myself.Derek watched from across my desk. Jax stood near the windows,
The decision to formalize our bond was not romantic.It was strategic.That did not make it less sacred.In Montenegro, the Mating Run is older than council law. Older than borders. It predates written records, passed down through oral memory and scar tissue. An Alpha does not simply claim a mate.
Power is easy to win in battle.Keeping it is administrative.That realization settled over me as I stood at the head of the long council table, sunlight cutting across polished oak and the faces of wolves who had once questioned whether I would survive the season.Now they questioned something els
I felt him before I saw him.Drail.His presence scraped across the edge of my mind like rusted metal dragged over stone. Weak now. Fractured. But still alive.The absorption had changed something fundamental inside me. Lyra’s rogue energy no longer raged wild in the forest. It flowed through me t







