MasukI don't know how many hours we've walked, but I'm exhausted. The sun is setting, and we haven't arrived in vampire territory yet. We set off in the morning and traveled all day. I feel like we're walking in circles.My legs ache with every step, my shoulders burning from the weight of my duffel bag. I spot a large rock ahead and make a beeline for it, dropping down heavily and letting my bag slide to the ground. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath.I pull out my phone—battery at fifteen percent, and show Anton the screen: Ekaterina, are you sure we're going the right way?Anton relays the question."We should be, but I'm starting to think we might be lost," Ekaterina admits, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment."Really?" Anton's voice sharpens. "You think? Or we are?""Hey, don't take that tone with me." Ekaterina whirls on him, her brown eyes flashing. "It's been ages since I went into vampire territory.""If you didn't remember the way, why did you say you did?""I though
Once we're all seated in the living room—Ekaterina and I on the couch, Anton in the armchair across from us, I pull out my phone and type: Explain."As I said, I'm a witch, and I'm here to help you enter vampire territory," Ekaterina says, her brown eyes steady on mine.I got that part, but I don't understand why you would help us. If anything, you shouldn't want to help the werewolf Alpha's mate find her aunt.Anton glances at my screen, then relays the message to Ekaterina."I know a normal witch wouldn't," Ekaterina says, nodding. "But I'm not just any witch. I'm a witch who's alive because of Anton."My fingers fly across the keyboard: Tell me how that's possible."I saved her from near-death," Anton says, his tone clipped, like he doesn't want to elaborate.I stare at him, my eyebrows shooting up. Really? You saved a witch?It's shocking, given everything his mother did. I assumed she must've passed down her hatred before she died."It's surprising, right?" Ekaterina says, smili
After Anton makes sure I've eaten my fill, he disappears into the kitchen and returns with a glass of water and two white pills in his palm."Take these." He holds them out.I stare at the pills, then type on my phone: What are they?"Pain medication. Human painkillers work faster than waiting for your wolf to heal everything."I take them from his hand and swallow them with the water he shoves toward me. The cool liquid soothes my throat, and I drain the entire glass.Thank you, I mouth, setting the empty glass on the table.He nods once—short, clipped—and walks to the living room without another word.I follow, settling onto the couch across from his. My body sinks into the cushions, and I grab the remote from the coffee table, flicking on the TV. The food and the bath have chased away some of my exhaustion, and I'm not ready to sleep yet.I glance at Anton, who's leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, watching me instead of the screen.I pull out my phone and type: Do you have so
ANTONI carry Eveline inside the cabin, and the bruises covering her body make my jaw clench. Purple marks bloom across her ribs, her arms, the side of her neck where Xavier caught her too hard during combat training. Each one is a reminder of how brutal I've been.I didn't mean to hurt her like this. But the training is necessary—essential—if she's going to survive what's coming. I can't risk another vampire attack. Can't risk finding her with fangs buried in her throat, her blood soaking the ground, her heartbeat fading while I'm too far away to save her.My wolf would destroy me if I let that happen again.I lay her on the bed as gently as I can, then head to her bathroom. The tub is old-fashioned, deep and claw-footed, and I turn on the faucet, letting warm water pour out. Steam rises as I add the scented oils I found under the sink—lavender and something floral I can't name. She needs this. Needs to soak the soreness from her muscles, needs sleep that isn't interrupted by pain.W
The following day's training is a little different—but not in a way that makes it easier. Anton decides to add a few more activities to help me "build strength," which apparently means torturing me with equipment I didn't even know existed."Lift it!" He points at a massive tire lying on its side in the dirt—the kind that belongs on a tractor, not in anyone's workout routine.I stare at it, then at him, then back at the tire. He can't be serious.I mouth the words: "I can't lift that.""You can. Now lift it."I take a deep breath and grip the rubber, bracing my legs the way he showed me. I pull with everything I have, and the tire lifts—barely. It comes up halfway before my arms start shaking violently. I drop it with a heavy thud, stumbling back and gasping for air."Again.""I can't lift it, Anton," I mouth, my chest heaving."You need to. Now lift it." His voice carries that Alpha command that makes my wolf whimper in submission.I grit my teeth, grab the tire again, and this time
I wake to a pair of blue eyes staring directly into mine.My heart jumps into my throat. I blink hard, rubbing my face, trying to make sense of why Anton is crouched beside my bed, his face inches from mine in the dark room.I grab my phone from the nightstand and type quickly: What are you doing here?"It's time for your training." His voice is low, matter-of-fact.I squint at him in the darkness. He's already dressed in fitted joggers and a compression shirt that outlines every muscle in his chest and arms. My mouth goes dry for a second before I force myself to focus.I type: Isn't it too early?My blinds are drawn, but even through the cracks, there's no hint of sunrise. It's still pitch black outside."No, it's not. You have ten minutes to get ready and meet me downstairs." He stands and walks out without waiting for a response, closing the door behind him with a soft click.The moment he's gone, I check the time on my phone. 6:00 AM.I was right. It's ridiculously early.For hal







