Masuk** Bastian’s POV **“Vampires,” someone whispers.I don’t care to look who, because we are all thinking it.“Do you think it was a vampire?” Leo asks when the rogue doesn’t respond.The rogue gives a hollow laugh. “You say that like it’s just one.”My wolf surges forward, every protective instinct m
“Dehydrated. Severely underweight. Anaemic, probably.” He looks toward Paige. “I’ll have bloods done on all of them. Fluids for this one and probably him too.”He points toward the man sitting on the floor.“I’m fine,” the rogue mutters.“You’re shaking while sitting down.”“I’m just cold.”“It’s tw
** Leo’s POV **The short walk to the clinic is silent. Bastian walks beside me, his eyes sweeping over everything we pass. Remy had wanted him to come because of his ability to notice things others don’t. He wasn’t wrong, but it still pisses me off. Jake walks slightly ahead, pushing through the c
** Leo’s POV **Last night proved a few things. The first is that midnight DIY sucks. The second is that there is definitely more to Poppy’s parents’ accident than they’d always believed, and the third is that Poppy absolutely needs the Mountain Ridge twins. None of us had missed how quickly her ou
** Bastian's POV **Poppy's lips part. Behind her, Alaric turns his head away, but not quickly enough to hide his smile. I ignore him.“What did you remember?”The change in Poppy is immediate. Her fingers tighten around mine.“The accident.”I have no idea what accident she is referring to, so I wa
** Bastian’s POV **She throws herself at me before I can think. One second she’s staring at me with tears swimming in her eyes, the next she’s there, hands gripping my shirt, her face buried against my chest as though I’m the only thing keeping her upright.My body locks. Every instinct screams at
I’m about to ask what’s wrong, but all words and reasonable thoughts leave me as Callen starts to move with a punishing rhythm. His hands pin mine to the mattress, fingers laced with mine like he needs the contact just as much as the friction. “You feel f*cking perfect,” he grits out. “You were
I swallow hard, throat tight. I’ve been so busy trying to protect myself that I didn’t stop to consider that maybe he’s been doing the same thing. That maybe we’re not that different after all. Now I don’t know if he’ll ever trust me again, but I have to try. I glance at the door once mo
A door slams upstairs, and I flinch. I hope he didn’t wake Jaxon. “Sorry, he doesn’t like changes much,” Parker says. “I’ll talk to him.” “It’s fine,” I lie. “I’m going to crash soon, anyway. If you need anything, you know where to find us.” Parker smiles and I nod. “Good night, Parker.”
** Parker’s POV ** I follow Remy through the back door and into the morning chill. The sun is over the treetops, casting shadows across the grass, but the warmth hasn’t reached us yet. Remy’s pacing along the tree line, his jaw tight, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie like he’s tr







