LOGINWhen I catch one beat, Leo’s breath stops, and his eyes widen. This time, I return it immediately. He drags in a breath as darkness blooms beneath my palm, spreading into curled lines that circle a tiny crescent.“Wow,” he breathes.I laugh. Then, his expression changes, his eyes going wide.“Oh.”“
** Poppy’s POV **I walk towards Jake, each step feels more important than the last. A step closer to something huge. His eyes drop to my hand as I lift it.“Does it hurt?” he asks as he studies my hand.I shake my head. “It feels cool, but not uncomfortable.”He swallows, his eyes meeting mine agai
“Unfortunately,” Jake says.Owen leans back in his chair. “I thought they were a myth.”“So did I,” I mutter. “Then again, this time last year, I thought werewolves were a myth too, so apparently I know fuck all.”“And they’re looking for our Luna?” Conner asks.“We think so,” Alaric says. “It seems
** Poppy’s POV **By the time we get back to the house, the atmosphere on the mountain has changed. There are wolves everywhere. Most of them are still in their human forms, but their wolves are so close to the surface that their eyes glint gold.I can sense more of them moving through the trees. Tw
“No,” Bastian says.Jake blows out a breath. “I never thought I’d ever be wishing it was a hunter.”The words settle heavily between us. He’s right. Hunters are awful and cruel, but at least we know what we are dealing with, and we know how to stop them, but vampires? Can they even be killed? Do we
** Poppy’s POV **I frown. “What guy?”“I don’t know, I think he said he was your neighbour. Said he hadn’t seen you for a few days and was worried.”My stomach tightens, and all four bonds sharpen. I never had a neighbour that would even notice if I was there or not.“Did you get his name?” I ask.
That explanation sits uneasily in my chest. “Then why did I see a man kneeling by the creek? And hunters, I remember that clearly. But there’s no one here.”“Visions don’t always show things as they are,” Ronnie says. His tone softens. “They speak in symbols. The figures you saw might not have been
Ryder glances up at me, something raw flickering behind his eyes before he looks back at Jax. He sits on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, and just… watches him. Every protective instinct in him is awake.I see it in the way his hand stays close, ready to touch and soothe if Jax wakes. I
** Paige’s POV **By the time the afternoon rolls around, Ronnie is still here, sitting at the kitchen table with his sleeves rolled up and his hair sticking up like he’s been running a hand through it too many times.My mates have gathered around him, Ryder leaning against the counter with that qui
“I get that, but I hope with time you’ll be able to rely on us to take some of the mental load too.”“I’d like that,” I smile.I look out the window, still craving the feeling of the sun on my face.“Do you want a coffee?” Parker asks.I think about it for a moment before shaking my head. “Not yet,







