LOGINOf course, the voice remains completely silent. Coward.“So what am I?” I ask.No one answers quickly enough. Jake steps closer, crouching in front of me so I have to look at him and not the horror show printed on the paper in my hands.“We don’t know yet,” he says. “But we will.”I want to believe
** Poppy’s POV **The room feels too small and too hot.I swallow. “Not the same how?”Jake exhales slowly, reaching for another sheet. “Paige’s blood showed abnormal energy markers, mostly consistent with what Ronnie later connected to Dawn energy, cleansing, regenerative and life-based.”“Sounds l
Rain… Headlights… Control it, Poppy. I push the thought down hard.Leo is already dressed by the time I sit up, pulling on his boots near the edge of the bed. His hair is damp from a shower, and his expression is locked into the serious mask he wears when he’s pretending not to be worried. It does n
** Poppy’s POV **Leo sets a glass down in front of me far more carefully than necessary. He’s slow, deliberate, as if he’s half expecting it to explode the second it leaves his hand. My eyes flick to Jake across the kitchen, only to catch him watching me too.The rest of the day passes in a strange
** Poppy’s POV **Shiver’s run through me. Starting from my chest and spreading out, but everything else calms. My heart stops pounding, my breaths come easier, and the cold that was creeping in is slowly replaced by a comforting warmth.It’s them, my mates. They’re anchoring me. Whatever this power
“Hey,” I say, dropping to my knees in front of her, not caring about the glass. “Look at me.”Her eyes snap to mine, and for a second, they’re not right. There’s something deeper in them. Something darker flickering beneath the surface like a storm trying to break through. The hairs on my arms lift.
** Paige’s POV ** “I like it here, mummy,” Jax murmurs, smiling up at me with sleepy eyes as I gently stroke his hair. I return his smile, but I don’t respond. I’ve learned that this is his moment, these quiet few minutes just before sleep, when his thoughts tumble out. If I say too much,
I can’t speak. My mouth is dry, my brain short-circuited by the images Callen’s words just painted across the inside of my skull. I should be furious with him. Embarrassed and offended. But I’m not. I’m burning. Heat runs down my spine, blooming between my legs, pulsing with every erratic beat o
“You okay, Rem?” I ask in the mind link. “Leave me alone,” he snaps. “Okay, but if you need me, just shout.” The door opens a few seconds later and Callen steps out. He’s wearing shorts now, and he places three bottles of beer on the table before he flops down into the chair with a sigh. He
Pain roars through my spine as it arches backwards, my bones popping in a horrible chain reaction. My legs bend at impossible angles, reversed at the knee, my feet… no, my paws, dig into the earth. My skin is gone, hidden under thick, coarse fur. The air is thick with scents, sounds, and sensation







