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KARAWith every blink, I saw two glittering chords extend from me—one the colour of liquid silver while the other was a purple so deep, it could pass as black if it weren’t for its neon glow. The silver thread, calm and yet ostentatious in its nature belonged to Orion. It reminded me of his flashy smiles and almost sunshine disposition. Whereas, the black thread—stoic and unyielding—belonged to Miles. It was flooded with the darkness of his past, while the glow stood for the love that could obliterate the shadows threatening to snuff out his light. Those two threads tied me to Orion and Miles. They entwined our souls, linked our minds, and tied our hearts together into one system where the mate bond served as an ever-pulsing heartbeat, ensuring our survival. Even as I brushed the pads of my fingers over Miles’s bite mark, I still couldn’t believe that I had found not one mate, but two. Even when finding one’s mate was meant to be near impossible, I found mine. “What’s on your mind,
KARAMy body was held at the mercy of Miles’s hand while my mind had drifted into another universe altogether. Delicious waves of energy danced to the heavy beat of my heartbeat over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Each wave of my orgasm had Miles’s name pouring from my lips—an offering for more, an acknowledgement of who exactly had my back bowing off the cool, hard granite countertop. I blinked rapidly to clear the stars glittering over my vision. If that was what he could do with his hand, what could he do with that other particular part of him?A pulse thrummed between my legs once more as I plummeted from my high, demanding to be satisfied—aching for him to slide into me and stretch me out. I didn’t think I could want someone as much as I wanted Miles in that moment. The sound of a belt buckle clattering as it became undone gripped my attention. My gaze zeroed in on Miles' imposing frame. Not imposing in the way that made you feel insignificant but imposing in a way
KARAThe aromatic fragrance of roast beef and mashed potatoes reminded me of home. It brought on a sense of nostalgia I hadn’t expected once I began working in the kitchen—boiling potatoes and marinating meat—while Miles slept soundlessly upstairs. It reminded me of every moment I spent in my pack house kitchen with the other she-wolves, watching them, learning from them as they prepared meals for the many wolves that resided in the large home. Each meal was prepped with love, care, and the skill I lacked. That was why I almost burnt the mashed potatoes and the roast beef. I was fortunate enough to have a village of teachers behind me so I managed to recover from my mishap, saving the dinner I made. It really did take a village to raise a kid. Or perhaps my parents were preoccupied with other endeavours. Either way, cooking for Miles had brought to light the bone-deep appreciation I had for the women in my pack. For the ones who sat with me, took care of me, taught me. An ache sett
MILES “Watch your step,” My words came out as a whisper because it felt wrong to speak at a volume above that. Once Kara and I had crossed the border, I led her to one of the entrances to the network of tunnels snaking under my pack. I knew these tunnels by the back of my hand, could navigate them with my eyes closed—which it felt like I was doing since there wasn’t even a glint of light to guide us. They were built to maintain the secret of our species once humans integrated into the town and it provided a reliable escape route if anything had to happen. The earthy notes of moss and wet soil lingered and the distant sound of dripping water echoed through the vast emptiness. Each footfall against the packed dirt under our feet reverberated down the long passage until it ebbed into a faraway murmur. “Do these tunnels go through the entire pack or only your half?”I might not have been able to see her face but an uncoordinated fool could catch her curiosity.“The entire pack,” My h
MILESI had lost count of how many days I trekked the woods, tracking an unfamiliar and distinctively sweet scent until I found myself at the edge of a cliff, overlooking the angry turbulence of a thrashing grey sea. Whatever I was tracking knew how to mask their scent. They were quick, agile, and evaded getting snared in my jaws on more than one occasion. Most of all: they only traveled at night.Armed with all this knowledge, it was easy to deduce that I was hunting a vampire—or more like a coven of vampires. They toyed with me, led me on chases throughout the night until all I could hear was the heavy thud of my heart as it pushed blood through my arteries. It struck me as odd because they never attempted to kill me—they never made a move to harm me. It was a game to them.I was beginning to hate games. “At least we can now name the threat that’s been close to our borders. We should head back,” Timber’s gravely voice filled my mind. It was easier for him to push forward and shat







