LOGIN“Because we didn’t,” Jake grumbles.“Why, is something wrong?” I sit up, needing to be able to see them both. Neither of them answers right away, which tells me everything and nothing. “It’s nothing you need to worry about,” Leo says, sitting up and rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “We ju
** Poppy’s POV **For the most part of the day, I hold myself together, the way I always have. Showing weakness and crying helps no one. I have been through loss before, and I made it out the other side. This isn’t as bad as then. I’m older now, and my sister isn’t dead; I just can’t be around her
“I’ve got you,” I whisper softly.She makes another noise that sounds remarkably close to my name as she turns to face me. She doesn’t wake up, not fully, but she knows I’m here. Her breathing evens out again, and I feel nothing but peace through the bond from her.I’m not sure how long I lay there,
** Jake’s POV **Today was not the happy, carefree day I had hoped for. I thought mating with Poppy would stabilise her the way it had with Paige, but we are very quickly learning that the sisters may be similar, but they are not the same.Seeing the devastation on her face when she realised there w
Mate.The word rolls heavily through me from my wolf.Mine.Beside me, Leo adjusts slightly in his seat, closer to me. It’s small enough that he probably doesn’t realise he’s done it, but I notice. His body language remains tense, but he’s no longer actively rejecting our proximity.Callen and Ryder
** Bastian’s POV **The silence inside the car should feel uncomfortable, but it doesn’t. Which is odd. I sit in the back with my arm pressed against the door, one boot stretched beneath the seat in front of me whilst Leo sits in the space beside me like a trapped storm. He’s irritated enough that I
The pages are old, discoloured, cracked parchment; the ink faded to near-invisible brown. The lighting in the scans is also not great. But it’s all I have.I zoom in on one section, squinting at the looping script. It’s written in a mix of Latin and something even older that is apparently a dialect
“She’d call it a hobby,” I say with mock seriousness. “One that doesn’t come with private healthcare.”That earns another round of laughter until we’re both wiping tears from our eyes. It feels good, like letting sunlight into a dark room.When we finally calm down, I lean my elbows on the counter a
** Ryder’s POV **For a heartbeat, no one speaks.Then I look up at Callen. “Say that again.”He meets my eyes, jaw tight. “I think I just worked out who our traitor is.”The words hang there like a live wire.Jake straightens from where he’s been crouched beside Paige, his expression flickering bet
** Paige’s POV **Through the glass, I see them… Ryder and Remy. Their bodies tense, eyes glowing faintly gold in the darkness. Even from here, I can feel their energy, wild and alive, humming through the air like static before a storm.Relief slams through me so hard my knees almost give way. They’







