Se connecterI don’t need anyone to say it. I see it in the way the wolves gather, not in lines, not in ranks, but in clusters that don’t follow the old order, and when Derek steps forward, they don’t bow the way they used to.They look at me first.My steps slow, and Jax’s hand presses firmer against my lower back, guiding me forward while Derek watches the crowd, his expression controlled but sharper than before, and I feel the shift clearly, not fear, not rebellion, something else.A pull.One of the Alphas steps out, not kneeling, not lowering his gaze, and Jax tenses instantly beside me, his body leaning forward like he’s ready to snap, but I reach back without thinking and catch his wrist.He stills.“Stay,” I murmur, and his breath hits my neck, rough and uneven, but he doesn’t move again.Derek glances at me once, quick, then back to the Alpha, his voice calm, steady. “You were summoned.”The Alpha doesn’t answer immediately. His eyes move, not to Derek, but to me, and I feel it again, tha
I feel it before anyone speaks, a shift that doesn’t come from inside me this time but from outside, pressing in, quiet but steady, and Derek stops mid-step, his hand tightening around mine while Jax lifts his head sharply, his body going still behind me.“You feel that,” Jax says, not asking, his voice low and sharp, and I nod slowly because the air feels different, heavier, like something is watching without showing itself, and my fingers tighten around Derek’s hand without thinking.Derek doesn’t look at me, his gaze fixed ahead, calculating, and his grip stays firm as he pulls me slightly closer to his side while Jax shifts behind me, closing the space until I’m held between them again without either of them saying it out loud.“They’re not attacking,” Derek says after a moment, his voice controlled, but his shoulders stay tense, and Jax lets out a low breath, something close to a growl, as his hand slides back to my stomach, resting there like instinct guides him more than though
I don’t wait for them to lead, I move first, but my steps slow on their own, uneven, and Derek’s hand catches mine instantly while Jax stays pressed behind me, his chest tight against my back as if he expects me to fall again at any second.“Look at me,” Derek says, pulling me to face him, his grip firm, and I lift my eyes, but my breath doesn’t settle because the pulse inside me doesn’t fade, it lingers, quiet now, but watching, waiting.Jax’s hand slides back to my stomach, slower this time, cautious, and I feel the shift the moment his palm presses flat, like something inside me turns toward him, not aggressive, not soft, just aware, and his fingers tense slightly at the response.“You feel that?” I ask, my voice low, and he nods once, his jaw tight while his thumb presses down gently, testing, and the pulse answers again, sharper, pushing outward against his touch like it knows him.Derek’s eyes drop to my stomach, then back to my face, and he exhales slowly, but his hand doesn’t
The surge doesn’t fade, it climbs higher, and my body locks mid-step while power snaps through me so hard my breath breaks, and Jax catches me from behind before I hit the ground, his hand clamping over my mouth as his other arm cages my waist, holding me tight as if I might shatter in his grip.“Stay with me,” he growls against my ear, his chest pressed to my back, his breath hot and uneven while his fingers spread over my stomach, and I feel it again, that pulse, sharp and alive, pushing outward like something inside me is answering the danger instead of fearing it.Derek is in front of me in the next second, his hands gripping my face, forcing me to look at him while his eyes search mine, intense and steady, and I try to breathe through the tightness in my chest, but the energy keeps rising, pressing harder, refusing to settle.“Look at me,” he says, low and firm, his forehead touching mine, and I nod even as my fingers clutch his shirt, dragging him closer, needing something solid
I moved through the shadows with Derek and Jax close, the night pressing around us, the enemy just beyond sight. Every step made my pulse thrum, the child inside responding, energy coiling like a living thing. Jax’s hands pressed along my sides, teeth brushing my neck lightly, tail coiled behind him, tense and protective, and I let myself lean into him, letting the heat thread through us, letting instinct sharpen.Derek’s lips brushed my shoulder as we crouched low, hands gripping mine lightly, anchoring, steadying. “We do this carefully,” he murmured, voice smooth, steady, and I nodded, letting control coil through me. The pulse inside me thrummed stronger, subtle but insistent, weaving through the night air, drawing instinctive attention without effort. Jax growled low, tail twitching, muscles taut, ready to strike at the first sign of danger.The enemy was testing, cautious, unseen, and I moved with quiet precision, leading a small strike, letting Derek and Jax flow beside me, hand
The message came quietly, slipped under the door, but its weight slammed into the room. Derek caught it first, eyes narrowing as he read aloud. “The Alpha of Kars refuses your authority. He calls your child… an abomination.” My body stiffened, pulse spiking, and the child inside me reacted instantly, subtle tremors echoing through my core.Jax pressed close behind me, teeth grazing my shoulder lightly, tail flicking with tension. His hands curled around my waist, grounding me as the anger coiled in him. “I want to strike,” he muttered, low and dangerous, voice barely a growl. Derek’s hand tightened on my back, lips brushing my temple, grounding me. “Not yet,” he said softly, steadying, holding us both. “We control this.”I exhaled slowly, leaning into both of them, letting instinct thread through us, letting the child pulse subtly, weaving energy along our heartbeat. “Patience doesn’t mean weakness,” I murmured, letting the words flow, energy threading through the tension. Jax’s growl
Drail’s cell was empty.No broken stone.No blood.No scent.The iron restraints lay undisturbed on the floor as if carefully removed. The door remained locked from the outside. The guards stationed beyond it were alive, confused, shaken, but unharmed.“I checked the hinges myself,” Marcello said,
I used to think I was the bridge between them.That my body was the line holding Derek and Jax together, that my wolf stood in the middle and kept their shared soul from tearing itself apart.I was wrong.The change began quietly. No lightning. No prophecy. Just a shift in the air when we stood too
The dream did not feel like sleep.It felt like stepping sideways.I knew I was dreaming because the air shimmered silver, because the ground beneath my feet was neither earth nor stone but something luminous and endless. Yet I was fully aware. Whole. Breathing.And I was not alone.Derek stood to
Tanaia arrived without announcement.That alone told me this was not politics.If she had come as a rival Alpha or a territorial leader, there would have been banners, escorts, formal greetings. Instead, she came with only one guard and left him at the gates.She asked to see me alone.Derek looked







