LOGIN“Where?” Alaric asks.“Right. Up the rocks.”Leo looks towards the slope. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”“They’ve been using the trees to stay above us. Take those away, and they’ll have nowhere to hide.”“And if they decide to come out of hiding?”“At least we can see what to fight.”Alaric
** Bastian’s POV **She belonged to us first. The words are still ringing in my ears. I don’t know who said them, or how they managed to get close enough to whisper them into my ear without me seeing anything. But the moment they did, something slammed into my side with enough force to knock me off
** Leo’s POV **“Move!”I don’t wait to see who or what is laughing. I tighten my grip under Sawyer’s arms, whilst Bastian still has his legs, and together, we cut across the water and scramble towards the slope.Alaric shifts into his wolf so fast I miss it. He positions himself at our backs. Snarl
** Leo’s POV **Bastian moves towards a fallen tree, crouching beside its exposed roots. He points to a dark spot on the ground. It’s not much, barely more than a drop, but it’s enough.“It’s Sawyer’s,” Alaric says from a few paces behind us.I turn to look at him over my shoulder. “Possibly. Can yo
** Leo’s POV **The mind-link falls silent, but the tension around us only grows. Owen is the first to move, stripping off his T-shirt and shorts before shifting into a large grey wolf with a fierce determination in his eyes.Two others follow, their bones cracking as they drop onto all fours on the
Bastian turns to face Miles, his head tilting as he studies him.I nod. “That tells us two things… first, it wasn’t a hunter. Second, I think there’s only one or two. Otherwise, they’d have snatched Miles too.”Miles’ gaze snaps to me. “You know what happened?”Alaric steps forward, crouching in fro
** 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
I press my forehead to his again, catching my breath, but I don’t pull away. His eyes are glassy, lips red and kiss-swollen. I don’t know where we go from here. How we navigate this with Paige in the picture now. I only know that my feelings for him are real. Right now, in this moment, he’s as r
“Sh*t,” I hear Callen breathe as I storm off towards my house. When I get home, I slam the door closed and lock it behind me. With my back pressed to the door, I slide to the floor, finally allowing myself to break. Fat tears roll down my face as the last bits of hope for Ryder leave my body.
We don’t get to talk for long before I hear a commotion in the woods at the back of the house. It’s hard to hold a conversation with her while trying to figure out what is going on with Callen and Remy. I’m torn between checking in on them or staying present with Paige and leaving them two to fight,







