LOGINDayne’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.It doesn’t surprise me when my wolf growls viciously at Savannah, the woman who dared touch my mate. From the moment I arrived, I knew what my wolf would do if I ever let her out. Now that she’s free, I have a front-row seat to her tearing Savannah apart.Savannah blanches, her skin turning ghostly white as she backs away, dropping her gaze. She’s not the only one affected by my wolf’s growl. The entire pack lowers their eyes. Even Luka jerks his gaze to the ground. But when the pack shifts as if to shield Savannah from my glare, it triggers an even more enraged growl from my wolf. They drop to their knees, heads bowed below mine, but it’s not enough to satisfy her. Nothing will satisfy her except the scent of Savannah’s blood in the air. The stink of her fear isn’t nearly enough.My wolf takes a step toward Savannah. The pack tenses as one. “Talis,” Dayne calls, but my wolf ignores him. She takes another step, then another, preparing to lunge, to bite. She’s going to rip out Savan
I'll day, the tension rises as I count down to the talk Dayne and I are going to have.He’s going to want to know about Uncle Glynn, I tell myself, as I stare out of the window as the pack prepares for the BBQ.Earlier, Luka and some of the others went into town to stock up on extra food and beers. No one invited me.I considered asking, right up until I caught a glimpse at the forbidding expression on Dayne’s face and remembered his fury the last time I went.Going into town would mean me going to the grocery store, which would mean me being around Fisher. A guy who likes me, according to Dayne. I see the knowledge of that on Dayne’s face, so I don’t say a word. Instead, I retreat to the den with Regan.How am I going to get out of telling him about all the things I left behind: the shame of it, all the humiliating things my pack did to me, the constant fear? How am I supposed to tell Dayne Blackshaw, the powerful alpha who I doubt has ever known a day of fear and helplessness his en
This time it isn’t Dayne being the one closed-off and distant, it’s me.The quiet contentment which silenced the ever-present fury of my wolf disappears.In the hours since Dayne outright lied to me, I’ve felt it brewing building.The fury, that is.He and Luka stayed out for so long that I’d been in bed for hours when I heard them slipping back into the house, before Dayne’s office door opened, and the low hum of their conversation cut off entirely.I have no idea when he came to bed.It’s the middle of the night when I wake to the heated press of Dayne’s arm wrapped snug around my waist.I grind my teeth so loud I know if I don’t get control of myself, I’ll wake him up. And a confrontation like that, when I’m only just barely holding my wolf back won’t be good. For anyone.So, I slip out of bed and go to the bathroom. Not to use the toilet, but to get a grip on myself.Almost an hour passes before I return to bed, making sure I keep as far away from his side without ending up on the
No matter how enjoyable breakfast with the pack is, one breakfast was never going to be enough to chase away all the ghosts that have haunted me since my parents went for a run on my eighth birthday, and never came back.So, when the pack members who’ve finished eating gather up their plates and start clearing away the leftovers after they ask me if I’m done, I take advantage of the commotion, and of Dayne who's retreated to his office, and slip back upstairs.I’ve only just burrowed beneath the covers before Dayne is there, ripping them off me despite all my desperate efforts to cling onto them.“Get dressed, we’re going out in twenty minutes.”I’m not in the mood for his orders. Yeah, the breakfast with the pack was nice. More than nice, in fact. But today I just want need to be alone.“Look, I know you want me to do things, but just not today. Tomorrow, I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll cook all day, and clean and do gardening or whatever. Anything. Today please can I just be alone.
After keeping to myself in my room and hiding in the forests the day before, the next day, my actual birthday, all I’m looking forward to is finding somewhere to hide. Getting up early proves easier than usual since I spend most of the night tossing and turning, and being torn from my sleep from nightmares that dissolve into nothing the moment I open my eyes. I plan to scurry downstairs, make breakfast, and disappear into the forests before I see anyone, or any of the pack sees me. But although the bed is empty, it isn’t anything out of the usual since Dayne is, and always has been, an early riser. I hear sounds from downstairs, and I’m sure I smell breakfast, which again doesn’t surprise me since sometimes Regan will get started on it if she’s staying at the farmhouse instead of her house in town. The sound of conversation, though, is unusual and I pause for a second, not sure why so many of the pack are downstairs so early. Normally, they’ll pour into the kitchen around six-thirt
After keeping to myself in my room and hiding in the forests the day before, the next day, my actual birthday, all I’m looking forward to is finding somewhere to hide. Getting up early proves easier than usual since I spend most of the night tossing and turning, and being torn from my sleep from nightmares that dissolve into nothing the moment I open my eyes. I plan to scurry downstairs, make breakfast, and disappear into the forests before I see anyone, or any of the pack sees me. But although the bed is empty, it isn’t anything out of the usual since Dayne is, and always has been, an early riser. I hear sounds from downstairs, and I’m sure I smell breakfast, which again doesn’t surprise me since sometimes Regan will get started on it if she’s staying at the farmhouse instead of her house in town. The sound of conversation, though, is unusual and I pause for a second, not sure why so many of the pack are downstairs so early. Normally, they’ll pour into the kitchen around six-thirt







