Masuk** 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.
** Jake’s POV ** The thought that I shouldn’t have left hits me hard and sudden, but I don’t know why. I’m halfway down the corridor in the clinic, the faint hum of the lights buzzing overhead, when something in my chest pulls tight. Not the mate bond exactly, but close enough that every instinct
** Poppy’s POV **Things have changed. Not just around me, but inside too. The voice has remained silent. Its presence is still there, watching, waiting, but somehow it’s more settled now. Content even. Which is surprising; I was sure it would be complaining about how close we were to completing th
** Jake’s POV **My eyes close for half a second, grounding myself the way I do when my wolf fights for control, or trying to.“You’re…” I start, then stop, because I don’t have a word for what she is right now.I move to stand directly behind her, both of my hands on her hips now. So close, just on
** Jake’s POV **My mate is unreal. She tastes like heat and something softer beneath it, sweet, with a bite that keeps pulling me back for more. And the way she responds, every breath, every sound, it hits heavier than anything I’ve ever known.Hard enough to drop me to my knees, not that I’d choos
** Callen’s POV **We all feel the shift in Paige, the way she’s checking out now that she has rested, and the adrenaline has worn off. Her power pushes at her, threatening to consume her. I can see it in the way her eyes are glazed and how she seems to look through things rather than at them. They’
“Then how?” I ask.Ronnie exhales. “Through people.”“Hunters?” Remy growls.Ronnie shakes his head. “Hunters are tools. Loud ones. Disposable ones. Whatever is funding them thinks long-term. It influences and corrupts. It offers safety, power, certainty.”“But if it’s so powerful, why not come afte
** Paige’s POV **I almost drift off, not because I’m tired, but because I’m so unbelievably content right now, and I don’t want to move.Callen’s arm is wrapped around me, heavy and sure across my waist, his chest pressed warm and solid to my back. His breathing is slow and even, feeling just as co
** Ryder’s POV **I feel it the moment I cross the threshold. The bond tightens, sharp and alert, and my wolf lifts his head inside me like he’s just scented a deer on the breeze. The cabin feels different, steadier somehow, but also charged, like the air itself is holding its breath.Parker feels i







