INICIAR SESIÓNDayne’s POV
Talis’s scent, wild and electric, floods my senses as I hold her in the forest clearing, her pulse racing under my grip. That howlGlynn’s wolf, no doubtcuts through the night, a blade of warning that sets my wolf snarling, ready to tear apart anything that threatens her. Her silverblue eyes flash with defiance and fear, and I want to crush her against me, to make her see she’s mine, alpha or not, but the danger closing in demands focus. “Stay close,” I growl, releasing her shoulders but keeping her within arm’s reach. The mate bond burns, urging me to protect her, even as her fist’s sting lingers on my jaw. She’s no submissive, never was, and the fire in her makes my wolf howl with need. “I can fight,” Talis snaps, her voice low, her body tense like a coiled spring. “I’m not helpless.” I want to believe her, but the thought of Glynn’s claws near her makes my blood run cold. “You’re not fighting alone,” I say, scanning the trees. The scent of that rogue wolf is stronger now, mingled with othersGlynn’s pack is here, and they’re not just scouting anymore. She steps closer, her breath hitching. “You don’t trust me, do you? After everythingSavannah, the letter, Glynnyou still think I’m weak.” Her words cut deeper than her punch. I grab her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. “I trust you to be what you are, Talis. But you’re not ready for him. Not yet.” Her lips part, a retort ready, but another howl splits the air, closer, and I shove her behind me. Shadows move in the trees, three wolves, their eyes glinting with malice. My wolf surges, claws itching to rip free, but I hold back, needing to get Talis to safety. “Run to the farmhouse,” I ordered, my voice sharp. “Now.” She glares, defiance flaring. “I’m not leaving you.” Before I can argue, a wolf lunges from the shadows, its jaws snapping. I shift in a heartbeat, my black fur ripping through skin, and meet it midair, our bodies crashing to the ground. Talis screams, but I hear her feet hit the dirt, runningnot away, but toward the fight. Damn her stubbornness. I tear into the wolf, my teeth sinking into its flank, blood hot on my tongue. Another leaps at me, but a flash of silverblue catches my eyeTalis, halfshifted, her claws slashing at the second wolf’s side. Her eyes burn with her alpha power, and pride surges through me, even as fear claws at my gut. “Get back!” I roar, my voice halfhuman, halfbeast, but she doesn’t listen, fighting with a ferocity that matches mine. The third wolf circles, aiming for her, and I tackle it, my jaws closing around its throat. It yelps, collapsing, but the first is back, lunging for Talis. She dodges, her movements fluid, but a claw grazes her arm, blood welling. My wolf goes feral, ripping through the attacker, ending it in a spray of crimson. The clearing is quiet, the surviving wolf retreating, but Talis’s ragged breathing pulls me back to her. “You’re hurt,” I say, shifting back, my hands checking her arm. The cut’s shallow, but my wolf hates seeing her blood. She jerks away, her eyes blazing. “I told you I could fight. Why won’t you trust me?” I want to shake her, to kiss her, to make her understand. “It’s not about trust. It’s about keeping you alive.” Her laugh is bitter, her hand clutching her arm. “You kept secrets, Dayne. About my bloodline, about Glynn. How’s that keeping me alive?” The mate bond tightens, her pain echoing in my chest. I step closer, my voice low. “I wanted you to find your strength, not break under it. Glynn’s coming for you because of what you are. I won’t let him have you.” Her eyes soften, just for a moment, then harden again. “And Savannah? What’s she to you?” Jealousy laces her voice, and my wolf growls, liking it too much. “She’s pack,” I say, keeping it simple. “Nothing more.” Talis doesn’t look convinced, but before she can argue, Luka’s voice cuts through the trees. “Dayne! Talis! You okay?” He bursts into the clearing, his knife drawn, eyes wide at the dead wolves. “Glynn’s pack,” he says, kicking one. “They’re testing us.” I nod, my arm sliding around Talis instinctively. She stiffens but doesn’t pull away. “Get the pack ready,” I tell Luka. “We’re not waiting for Glynn to make the next move.” The living room is packed, the pack’s energy tense as they crowd around the old leather couches. Talis sits on the arm of one, her arm bandaged, her eyes locked on me as I stand by the fireplace. Luka’s briefing the others, his voice steady, but I feel Talis’s anger, her hurt, through the mate bond. She’s not just my mateshe’s an alpha, and the pack’s starting to see it, their eyes flickering to her with new respect. “We double patrols,” I say, my voice carrying. “Glynn’s not just after Talis. He wants our territory, our strength. We end this before he gets closer.” Regan nods, her hands twisting nervously. “What about the rogue wolf? Is it leading them?” “Likely,” Luka says, glancing at me. “It’s been scouting for weeks.” Talis stands, her voice cutting through the murmurs. “It’s not just a scout. Glynn wants me dead. Why didn’t anyone tell me?” The room goes silent, all eyes on her. My wolf bristles at her challenge, but I can’t deny her right to know. “We didn’t know the full plan until tonight,” I say, meeting her gaze. “Savannah found evidence. Glynn’s orders were clearkill you to stop your bloodline.” Her face pales, but she doesn’t back down. “And you kept that from me? What else are you hiding?” The pack shifts, uneasy, and I feel their doubt, their questions about my leadership, about her place. Savannah steps forward, her blonde hair pulled back, her face serious. “Talis, I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I found the letter in my cabin, hidden in a floorboard. It wasn’t just about youit mentioned Dayne’s family, how Glynn used hunters to weaken them.” My blood freezes, the old wound of my family’s slaughter ripping open. Talis’s eyes widen, her anger faltering as she looks at me, seeing the truth I’ve buried. Glynn didn’t just suppress herhe orchestrated my loss, my pain, to break me too. “You didn’t know,” she whispers, her voice soft, the mate bond pulsing with her sudden understanding. I shake my head, my throat tight. “Not until now.” The room feels too small, the pack’s eyes too heavy. Talis steps closer, her hand brushing mine, a tentative touch that sends fire through me. “We stop him together,” she says, her voice firm, alphastrong. I nod, my wolf calming at her resolve. But as the pack disperses, Savannah lingers, her eyes on Talis, and I catch a flicker of somethingguilt, maybe, or fear. She knows more than she’s saying, and my gut twists with suspicion. Glynn’s closer than we thought, and Savannah’s hiding something that could tear us apart.His eyes go heavy-lidded as the position brings my core flush against his hard length.“Marshall?”I ignore him stroking my hip for the moment. “Yes, Jellybean?”“How did you do this? I mean, you had to work today.”He shakes his head. “No, I didn’t.”“But you…” My voice trails off as I realize he must’ve been planning this for several days at least. I wasn’t happy when he told me we’d be coming to view a house today, the day after our mating ceremony when I’d hoped to spend it all day in bed with him. I was even less thrilled when he told me that he had to go deal with a car emergency in town. “There was no emergency in town.”Again, he shakes his head. “Nope.”My eyes go to his overalls. “But you got dressed.”“Disguise, baby. Disguise.”“So, you came here to set up?”“No, it was too far. I met up with Gavin to make sure he could get everything done. I didn’t want to leave the candles burning for too long.”I raise my head again to take in the cabin. Of course, someone else would’ve
Despite Kier saying he would think about coming to our mating ceremony, I’m not surprised when he doesn’t attend the midnight ceremony a few days later. Our brief meeting hasn’t left me with the impression he likes to be around people.Still, the night is as simple and as perfect as I was hoping. Marshall and I wear white. Him in a pair of white trousers and nothing else, while I’m in a plain white dress that hits my knees and my hair loose.The moonlight shines brightly overhead as, surrounded by our pack and family, Marshall and I invite the pack to share their joy with us as a newly mated pair.This is nothing like the moon-blessing ceremony that Talis and Dayne had. Those haven’t been popular in years. Decades. Or maybe in some packs they still are, I don’t know.But this version doesn’t involve me and Marshall having sex in front of everyone. This is the Blackshaw moon-blessing ceremony. An event where it’s as much about the pack celebrating the love and coming together of a newl
Kier starts his engine.“It will be there. No one drives down this road since it doesn’t really lead anywhere. Mainly, it’s the tourists who are staying in the cabins nearby.”When Marshall drapes his arm around my shoulder, I snuggle against him as Kier pulls out of his garage. He’s driving down the narrow road that I had such trouble finding when I glimpse something in the forest that has me sitting up.“Jenna?” Marshall murmurs when I duck under his shoulder so I can slide closer to the passenger-side window.I peer into the forest but see nothing but trees.“I thought I saw someone. A woman.”“A woman?” Kier sounds confused.I lean around Marshall so I can see him better.“Yeah. I think she had dark hair. Not like—”I stop, because I have a feeling he’s not going to want to talk about this, and I’m proven right when his expression turns blank.“I mean, I didn’t recognize her.”Marshall tucks me back under his shoulder, and I can’t help but smile at this new overprotectiveness.“Th
After we make love in front of the fire and then later in the stream, we clean up the cabin and put the fire out before shifting so we can run back to Kier’s cabin.Along the way, we play a little, racing and wrestling in the quiet forest on what is a fresh and mild late morning. At least I think it’s morning. It could be afternoon, but since I’ve lost all awareness of time, I have no clue.But before long, we arrive at Kier’s cabin. Without us having to knock, Kier is swinging the door open, looking relaxed in a flannel shirt, black jeans, and bare feet.After Marshall and I shift and slip into sweats that Kier leaves out for us, I’m ready to go home despite his offer of a shower and a meal. Marshall isn’t eager to stay either, and it isn’t hard to work out why.Even though we’re mates now, Marshall’s narrowed-eyed stare if I venture too close to Kier gives him away, until I grab his hand and tuck myself under his shoulder. At that point, he stops glowering, not that Kier seems to no
The next morning, as I’m still stirring, Marshall rolls me onto my back and slides back inside me.I don’t open my eyes yet, but I let the smile in my heart out and I just feel.“This,” Marshall murmurs with a husky note in his voice, his lips brushing against mine, “this is my idea of heaven. Being inside you, you have that smile on your face.”I open my eyes and slip my arms around his shoulders, my smile growing. “Well, my idea of heaven involves body wash. And a hot shower.”Marshall kisses me, his hips slowly tunneling inside me with easy strokes, making me moan, a sound he swallows.When he lifts his head a short time later, I nearly drag him right back.His lips curve in a faint smile. “But not me?”“Depends on if you’ll wash my back.”He grumbles, but his eyes are still laughing. Without warning, he rolls until I’m straddling him.At the heavy fullness of him invading me, I still. “Marshall,” I moan, placing my hands on his chest as I work to control my breathing.“For that,”
Marshall doesn’t have to ask what I want. It’s clear when I wrap my arms and legs around him and turn my attention to his throat.He buries his hand in my hair, gripping me and holding me there. “Fuck, I should stop you. I shouldn’t…”His voice trails off and ends in a growl as I trail a line of kisses over his throat.“Baby…” His voice is a husky growl, as needy as I feel.I nip his throat, and in response, he thrusts hard enough for me to lift my head and cry out. For a single breath, I don’t move as my stomach tightens, warning me how close I am to finding my release.Not yet.I peel my eyes open and kiss the spot on Marshall’s neck that I want to bite.Marshall’s grip on me turns almost painful. I lap at his pulse, and my wolf growls her pleasure at the taste, the scent, the feel of her mate. Already, before he’s even bitten me, he feels like mine.How can that be?My wolf refuses to let me ponder it for long. She growls again. Is surprisingly vocal about her desire, about her nee







