ログイン"Clearly not," Marcus said, his arm still supporting my weight. "And I'd suggest you leave before those Williams boys show up. They're not going to be happy about you threatening their mate."As if summoned by his words, the roar of motorcycles filled the air outside. Through the coffee shop's windows, I could see Kyle, Caspian, and Asher pulling up, their faces dark with fury as they took in the scene through the glass.Xavier struggled to his feet, swaying slightly. "You have no idea what you've unleashed," he said, but the threat in his voice was hollow now. "There are others. Darker things than me.""Then they can get in line," I replied, surprised by my own boldness. "Because I'm done being afraid."The Williams brothers burst through the door, their eyes immediately scanning for threats. Kyle's gaze locked onto Xavier, and I felt his rage spike through our bond so intensely it made me dizzy."You,
"I'm learning," I said, standing slowly. The magic I'd felt yesterday began to stir beneath my skin, responding to the threat. Golden light flickered around my fingertips, barely visible but definitely there. "And apparently, I'm better at it than you expected." Xavier took another step back, his hand pressed to his chest where I could see sweat beading on his forehead. Whatever spell I'd cast was clearly working, eating away at the connection between him and his wolf. "This isn't over," he gasped, his voice strained. "I have other ways to claim what's mine." "I'm not yours," I said firmly, the golden light growing brighter around my hands. "I never was, and I never will be. The contract is broken, your claim is void, and if you come near me again, losing your wolf will be the least of your problems." The threat rolled off my tongue with an authority I hadn't known I possessed. Through our bond, I felt the Will
Marcus leaned back in his chair, studying me with those kind hazel eyes. "You broke an ancient blood contract using magic that's been extinct for centuries. You told off Elder Michaels in front of the entire pack council. You're sitting here having coffee with me instead of hiding in your room." He smiled slightly. "Trust me, you're fighting." I pulled my journal out of my purse, running my fingers over the worn leather cover. "Kyle returned this to me last night. My old journal, from when I first came to the pack." "The one from that night?" Marcus's voice was gentle, understanding. "Yeah. Along with a picture of my parents, I thought was lost forever." I opened the journal carefully, showing him the photograph tucked inside the front cover. Marcus studied the image, his expression softening. "You look just like your mother. And your father... he looks proud." "They were good parents," I said quietly. "I wi
I picked up a pen from the nightstand, opened to a fresh page, and began to write. *Dear Mom and Dad,* *It's been six years since I last wrote to you. Six years of trying to forget that night, of trying to become invisible. So much has happened in the past two days that I barely know where to begin...* The words flowed out of me, page after page of everything I'd kept bottled up. My shift, the triple bond, the Goddess speaking through me, Xavier Silverclaw's threats, the Williams brothers' confessions. By the time I finished, pale morning light was filtering through the curtains, and my hand was cramped from writing. I closed the journal, tucked the photograph carefully inside, and finally allowed myself to sleep. When I woke, it was nearly nine o'clock. I sat up and noticed someone had been in my room. It wasn’t hard to tell it was Asher. There were some new clothes sitting on the dresser, along with what looked like some kind of package with a note.I didn’t want to wake you. Ky
I hesitated, my hand hovering over the door handle. Part of me wanted to send him away, to maintain the distance I'd been trying to create. But another part, the lonely, exhausted part, craved the comfort he was offering."What did you bring me?" I asked instead of answering directly."Something that belongs to you. Something I should have returned a long time ago."My breath caught. There was only one thing of mine that Kyle could have kept all these years. "You didn't.""I did. And I'm sorry it took me so long to give it back."With trembling fingers, I opened the door. Kyle stood in the hallway holding a familiar leather-bound notebook, the one I'd been writing in that terrible night six years ago. The one I'd dropped when I'd fled the pack house after he'd read my letter aloud."My journal," I whispered, reaching for it with shaking hands."I found it that night," Kyle said quietly. "After you left. I meant to return it the next day, but then..." He trailed off, running a hand thr
I twisted the leaf between my fingers until it crumbled. "Sometimes I wonder if that girl even exists anymore. The one who wrote letters to her parents and played violin and dreamed of maybe someday fitting in somewhere.""She exists," Caspian said quietly. "I've seen glimpses of her. When you thought no one was watching."Something in his tone made me look at him more closely. In the moonlight, his features were softer somehow, less guarded than usual. "What do you mean?"He was quiet for so long, I thought he wouldn't answer. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. "You used to hum sometimes. When you were doing homework in the library or walking between classes. Always the same melody."My breath caught. "You noticed that?""Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto," he said, confirming what I already knew. "The piece you were playing that night. You'd hum it without realising it, and every time, you'd get this look on your face... like you were somewhere else. Somewhere
"No." His voice was firm, his amber eyes steady on mine. "This is me trying to fix something I broke a long time ago.""You can't fix it," I said, the words coming out softer than I intended. "Some things stay broken."Kyle took another step into th
A bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop it. "Yeah, because being bound to three people who've spent years making my life hell is such a prize.""Maybe you should have thought of that before you threw yourself at them," someone called from the crowd. I co
The words hung in the air like a death sentence. I'd never said them out loud before, not to anyone. The hallway had gone completely silent, with shocked expressions on every face. Even Libby looked taken aback, her smug smile faltering as the weight of my confession san
Grandmother sighed, standing up slowly. "Get some sleep, dear. Things might look different in the morning."But I knew they wouldn't. Morning would bring school, where I'd have to face not just the Williams brothers but the entire pack's judgment. Where every







