The ride back to the stronghold was a blur of grim silence and the coppery scent of Zero’s blood. He lay unconscious on the stretcher between us, his breathing shallow and ragged. Each rattling inhale was a knife twisting in my own chest, thanks to the damn bond that tied his pain to mine. The muted, hollow ache where his presence should have been was worse than the screaming agony from before. This was a void. A silence that screamed.Kael and Lyra didn’t speak. Their faces were set in stone, but I could smell their fear. It wasn’t fear of the fight. It was fear for him. And fear of what came next.The stronghold’s gates loomed out of the darkness, swinging open before we even reached them. The Alpha’s guards were waiting, their expressions unreadable. They took the stretcher from us with efficient, brutal hands, carrying Zero away into the depths of the medical wing without a word.I took a step to follow, but a firm hand on my arm stopped me. It was Kael.“The Alpha,” he said, his
The world didn't so much explode as it unmade itself.There was no sound. Just a pressure that shoved the air from my lungs and a light that wasn't light at all—a consuming, silent, emerald inferno. The gantry beneath my feet ceased to exist. I was falling, weightless, through a storm of green-tinged shrapnel and splintered reality.The bond in my chest didn't just flare; it screamed. A raw, sympathetic agony that wasn't my own. *Zero.*Then I hit something hard and unyielding—a stack of crates? The concrete floor?—and the world slammed back into focus with a jarring, painful crunch. All sound rushed back in a deafening roar: the shriek of tearing metal, the crump of secondary explosions from the grenade's payload, the panicked shouts of the pack.Smoke, thick and acrid, burned my eyes and throat. I pushed myself up, my body one massive bruise. My ears were ringing, but through it, I could hear Kael's voice, rough with panic."Zero! Where's Zero?"My heart stuttered. I scrambled over
The creature’s words—*the master wishes to meet you*—hung in the rancid air, a venomous promise. The green-eyed figures closed in, their movement a synchronized, unnatural glide. The pack members at our backs tensed, a low chorus of growls rumbling in the dark.Zero didn’t hesitate. His gun roared, the report deafening in the enclosed space. The lead creature’s head snapped back, but it didn’t fall. It righted itself, a black, oozing hole where its eye had been. It laughed, that same glass-grinding sound.“Puppies with firesticks,” it rasped. “How quaint.”“Silver,” one of our pack members, a hulking wolf named Kael, snarled. “It has to be silver!”“Noted,” Zero bit out, firing again. This time, the creature flinched, a sizzling sound erupting from the wound. “Seems they don’t like it up close either!” He was already moving, a blur of motion as he drew a blade from his vest—a blade I now saw was etched with faint, glowing runes.The world erupted into chaos.The creatures swarmed. The
The Alpha’s words hung in the opulent study, a death sentence wrapped in formality. A challenge. From Dain. To me.My blood ran cold, freezing the last remnants of the sniper’s stolen power. “A challenge? I didn’t ask for this. I’m not even one of you.”The Alpha’s icy gaze didn’t waver. “You are bound to my Second. That makes you pack. His grievances are now yours. His enemies are now yours.” He said it like he was explaining basic arithmetic to a child. “He has chosen to settle this through single combat. You will meet his champion in three days’ time.”Panic, sharp and acrid, clawed up my throat. “And if I refuse?”Zero’s hand on my back tightened, a silent warning. The Alpha’s expression didn’t change, but the temperature in the room seemed to drop another ten degrees.“There is no refusal,” the Alpha said, his voice soft and deadly. “To refuse is to declare yourself an enemy of this pack. And we deal with our enemies… decisively.”The unspoken threat was clearer than any shout. R
The rain began to fall harder, washing the blood from my hands but not from my memory. I descended the fire escape, the cold iron biting into my palms, a welcome anchor to reality. Zero’s presence loomed behind me, a silent, predatory shadow.“You’re quiet,” he observed, his voice cutting through the drumming rain. He landed softly beside me in the alley, his movements unnervingly graceful. “No witty retort? No declaration that you’re not a monster?”I kept walking, my boots splashing through the crimson-pink puddles. “What’s the point? You’d just twist it into something else.”He fell into step beside me, so close his arm brushed mine. A jolt, hot and unwelcome, shot through me at the contact. “I’m not twisting anything, Cassie. I’m just the only one willing to look you in the eye and tell you the truth. You were magnificent up there.”“I was an animal,” I snapped, finally stopping to face him. Rain plastered his dark hair to his forehead, dripped from the sharp angles of his cheekbo
The weight of Zero’s arm draped over my waist felt like a brand—hot, possessive, inescapable. I lay still, my breath shallow, my body thrumming with a foreign awareness. The bond. It pulsed beneath my skin, a living thing, tying me to him in ways I didn’t fully understand yet.I hated it.And yet, when his fingers traced idle circles over my hip, my traitorous body arched into his touch.No.I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to roll away, breaking contact. The moment I did, a low growl rumbled from Zero’s chest. His grip tightened, yanking me back against him.“Running already?” His voice was sleep-rough, laced with dark amusement.“I need air,” I lied.His chuckle was a vibration against my spine. “Liar.”Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my back, caging me beneath him. Golden eyes burned into mine, his body a furnace of muscle and restrained power. The scent of him—smoke and something wild—wrapped around me, intoxicating. My pulse spiked.Dangerous.“You’re thinking too har