LOGINZoey has been beaten down her entire life—by her pack, by fate, by the cruel truth that she has no wolf. When war pushes the packs together, her body becomes a battlefield of its own, bruised, burning, and starved for something she’s never been allowed to want. Then she collides with a dangerous male who looks at her like pain makes her irresistible and defiance makes her his. Desire turns savage, jealousy turns deadly, and love threatens to be the most violent thing of all. In a world ruled by blood, dominance, and marks, wanting him could ruin her—but being claimed by him might finally set her free.
View MoreZoeyThe heat inside me doesn’t fade when I step back from the doorway.It changes.It tightens, pulls inward, and then twists into something heavier, something sharp enough to hurt. My body reacts before my head can catch up, before logic can remind me to breathe or move or pretend this didn’t just happen.She has a mate.The knowledge settles into my chest like a stone, dragging everything else down with it. She is marked, claimed in the way our kind understands down to the bone. She belongs to someone who looked at her and chose her, who wrapped himself around her without hesitation or doubt. She has something solid and unquestioned, something that does not flicker or disappear.Something I do not have.Something I have never had.And she knows it.I see it in the way her mouth curves when she notices me in the mirror, in the lazy satisfaction in her eyes even as her breath breaks and she moans his name like it’s a promise she gets to keep. She doesn’t look embarrassed or interrupt
ZoeyBy the time I reach the end of the west corridor, my hands are numb from cold and my brain feels like it’s been running on fumes for days.Someone asks me what day it is earlier, and I blink at them like they’ve asked me a trick question. Monday? Thursday? Full moon? I don’t know. The days blur together when all you do is unlock doors, flip breakers, bleed radiators, and drag furniture around until your shoulders ache and your lungs burn.“Zoey,” someone calls down the hall. “Did you check the south wing yet?”“I did,” I shout back without stopping. “Hot water works. Lights too. One of the windows doesn’t close all the way.”“Of course it doesn’t,” the voice mutters.I don’t bother correcting them. Everything in this place is half-broken and forgotten. Just like the people who live here.The boarding school looms around me, all long corridors and high ceilings, built for children who were meant to grow up safe. Now it houses the ones no one wants to deal with. The unranked. The i
Wesley The smell hits first.Burnt fur. Iron. Old blood that’s already turning sour in the dirt. Magic clings to the air like smoke that refuses to clear, heavy enough to sting the back of my throat every time I breathe in.I wrinkle my nose and turn my head, but it doesn’t help. The scent is everywhere. It’s soaked into the canvas of the healer’s tent, into the ground beneath our boots, into my clothes and my hair and probably my fucking pores.“Don’t throw up,” Falcon mutters beside me. “You’ll never hear the end of it.”“I’m not going to throw up,” I snap, even though my stomach is rolling. “I’m just… processing.”“Yeah,” he says dryly. “That’s what you said last time.”We stand shoulder to shoulder, staring at the aftermath like idiots who survived when we easily could’ve ended up on one of those cots. The healer’s tent is packed so tight it barely feels like there’s air left inside. Bodies cover every surface. Cots, benches, the ground. Where there’s no space, they’ve laid peopl
ZoeyBy the time Sasha presses my spine back into place, the pain has already dulled into something distant and humming, like it belongs to another body entirely. Her fingers are warm and unyielding as they work along my ribs, precise in the way only someone who has broken and fixed the same bodies for decades can be.“Drink,” she orders, shoving a chipped ceramic mug into my hands before I can argue.The liquid inside is dark and steaming, the smell sharp enough to make my eyes water. I wrinkle my nose but obey, swallowing before my instincts can talk me out of it. The taste is bitter and earthy, like bark soaked in smoke, and it burns all the way down my throat.“What is that?” I ask once the cup is empty, staring at the stained bottom like it might reveal its secrets if I glare hard enough.Sasha chuckles as she takes it from me, already moving to rinse it out. “Pain duller. Muscle relaxer. Something to keep you from biting me if I have to reset anything again.” She casts me a side






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