Mag-log inWhen 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.
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
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
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







