FAZER LOGINTess felt like she was trapped in a storm Liam's arms around her, Ryder's tense posture, Ethan's intense gaze. Baby. Werewolf pack. Danger.Liam's voice was alpha-command. "Ryder, check the perimeter. Ethan, get Tess safe."
Ethan shook his head. "I'm not leaving Tess."
Ryder snarled, "I'll handle this. Cath's after Tess and the pup."Tess pushed away from Liam. "I'm not hiding. What's going on?"
Liam's eyes flashed. "Cath wants you dead. Thinks you'll ruin her plans for the pack."
Tess felt anger spark. "What plans?"Suddenly, shadows outside twisted. The windmill creaked, like it was under pressure.
Ethan's guitar hummed, low notes warning of danger. "Guys !! we got company."
The doors slammed open. Cath walked in, eyes wild, blonde hair flying. "Tess. So nice of you to wait."
Liam pushed Tess behind him. "Cath, back off."
Cath laughed, eyes flicking to Tess's stomach. "You think you can protect her? The pup?"Ryder shifted, wolf-fast, blocking Cath. "You won't touch Tess."
Ethan's music turned fierce, chords thrumming like a heartbeat. The windmill seemed to respond wood creaking, shadows swirling.
Cath sneered. "The little artist's got admirers. But you can't stop me."Tess felt a weird buzz in her veins like her body knew something she didn't.
The windmill exploded in a burst of wood and darkness.
Tess screamed, covered by Liam's body. When the dust cleared, she saw:
Ryder fighting Cath, wolf vs. wolf.
Ethan's guitar burning with weird blue flames.Fred standing in the shadows, eyes fixed on her.
Liam pulled her up. "Tess, we need to move "
Fred stepped forward. "Let me take her. I'll protect her."
Liam growled. "No one takes Tess."
Tess's head spun protect the baby ,who to trust?
The burning guitar wailed, like warning of more danger. The flames danced higher, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Ethan's face twisted in a mix of pain and focus he was controlling the fire, using it to drive Cath back.Ryder and Cath crashed into a wall, wood splintering. Liam yanked Tess away from the chaos. "We need to get you safe now."
Fred blocked their path, his eyes oddly intense. "I'll take her, Liam. I can protect her better."
Liam snarled, alpha-command clear. "No one touches Tess."
Tess felt a weird pull was Fred was he involved? Her mind spun Liam, Ryder, Ethan, Fred. Who wanted to protect her, and who wanted to use her?
Cath broke free, landing a kick on Ryder. She lunged at Tess, eyes crazed. "You'll never have the pack!"
Ethan's music screeched the guitar flames shot higher, trapping Cath. "Get out!" Ethan shouted.
Liam dragged Tess towards the back door. "We go now."
As they burst into the night air, Tess heard a whisper in her ear. "Tess...trust me."
Fred's voice.
Tess spun but it was Ryder behind her, his eyes gleaming with secrets. "Don't trust anyone, Tess."
The woods swallowed them, darkness closing in. The trees seemed to twist, branches reaching like skeletal fingers. Tess felt Liam's grip tighten but which direction were they going?
Ryder's whisper echoed in her mind. "Don't trust anyone." Did he mean Fred...or Liam?
Suddenly, Liam stopped. They were at a cabin hidden, secluded, smoke drifting from the chimney. Safe?
Liam pushed Tess inside. "Stay here. I'll check things out."
Ethan burst in after them, guitar sling still over his shoulder. "I'm not leaving Tess."
Ryder appeared, eyes scanning the room. "Liam's right. You need protection."Tess felt trapped and confused. "What's going on? Where's Fred?"
The cabin door creaked open. A figure stepped in tall, with piercing green eyes.
“Tess” the stranger said,we’ve been waiting And, Tess I think you're in grave danger. The pack's not what it seems, and you're the key to unlocking its darkest secrets."
The stranger's eyes seemed to bore into Tess's soul, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. Who was this person, and what did they want from her?
Liam's expression was tense, but he said nothing. Ryder's eyes narrowed, calculating. Ethan's guitar hummed softly, like it was warning her of something.The stranger smiled, a slow, mysterious smile. "My name is Adrian. And I'm here to help you, Tess whether you like it or not."
The air was thick with tension as Tess tried to process what was happening. Who was Adrian, and what did he want? And what did he mean, the pack wasn't what it seemed?
Adrian's smile grew wider, his eyes glancing at Liam, Ryder, and Ethan. "You see, Tess, the pack has secrets. Dark secrets. And you're connected to them, whether you know it or not."
Liam's jaw clenched, but he stayed silent. Ryder's eyes flicked to Adrian, a hint of warning in them. Ethan's guitar hummed louder, like it was picking up on the tension.
Tess felt a creeping sense of unease. "What secrets?" she demanded.Adrian leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Secrets about power, about loyalty about the true nature of werewolves. And about you, Tess. You're not just an artist. You're something more."
The room seemed to spin. Tess's mind raced what did Adrian mean? Something more?Liam suddenly moved, putting himself between Tess and Adrian. "Enough. Adrian, what do you want?"
Adrian's eyes sparkled. "I want to help Tess. And I want the pack to know the truth. About everything."
Ryder snarled, low in his throat. "You're playing with fire, Adrian."
Ethan's music turned discordant, like it was warning of danger. The cabin's walls seemed to press in, shadows twisting.
Adrian laughed softly. "The truth's coming, whether you like it or not. And, Tess you're the key."Tess felt a pressure in her head, like her whole world was shifting. Who was she? What was she?
Suddenly, the cabin's windows shattered. Glass flew. A dark shape dropped in.
"Tess!" Liam roared.
Adrian smiled and vanished.
The dark shape landed, eyes glowing yellow in the night and they were staring straight at Tess. A low growl rumbled, the shape taking a step closer. Liam, Ryder, and Ethan moved as one, putting themselves between Tess and the threat.
But the shape didn't attack. It...it spoke. "Tess." A woman's voice, husky, familiar.Tess's heart pounded. "Who...who are you?"
The woman stepped forward, shadows sliding off her like a cloak. Her eyes gleamed, and Tess saw...saw her own eyes.
"Tess," the woman whispered. "I'm your sister."
Tess's world spun. Sister? What did she mean? The woman's eyes seemed to burn with a secret, and Tess felt a connection snap into place like she'd known this woman forever
The woman smiled, a hint of fang. "My name is Lyra. And I've been looking for you, Tess for a very long time."As Lyra's words hung in the air, Tess felt a howl building in her chest a howl of power, of secrets, of a bond she'd never known Lyra's eyes seemed to burn with a fierce intensity, and Tess felt herself leaning forward, drawn into the mystery.
Liam's voice was a low growl. "Lyra, what do you want?" Ryder and Ethan stood frozen, watching the exchange with a mix of curiosity and wariness.
Lyra's smile was a slow, sly curve. "I want what I've always wanted, Tess to show you who you really are."The air seemed to vibrate with tension. Tess's heart pounded what did Lyra mean? The word "really" echoed in her mind like a challenge
And then Lyra's eyes flicked to Tess's stomach and her voice dropped to a whisper. "And I want to show you the prophecy."Lyra's words hung in the air like a challenge. "The prophecy." Tess felt a shiver what did it mean?
Liam stepped forward, alpha-command clear. "Lyra, stop playing games. What prophecy?"
Lyra laughed, eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, Liam. You think you can protect her? The prophecy says Tess is the one who'll decide the pack's true leader."
Ryder's eyes narrowed, calculating. "You mean you want to lead, Lyra."
Ethan's guitar screeched he played a discordant note, like he was cutting through tension. "Prophecies are BS. Tess doesn't need this drama."
But Lyra focused on Tess. "You're special, sis. Half-human, half other. The baby's key to power."Tess's head spun. "Other? What other?"
Adrian reappeared, leaning against a wall. "Lyra means Tess has a supernatural father. And the pack wants that power."
Liam growled, possessive. "Tess is mine to protect."
Ryder snorted. "Like hell. We all protect Tess."Ethan stopped playing his eyes burned with intensity. "I write the songs, guys. I see the future. And Tess you're gonna need all of us."
Lyra smiled wickedly. "Oh, the artist's got feelings. But prophecy says one of you will die for Tess."
The baby wasn't moving.Tess lay on the white bed in the white room, her hand pressed to the curve of her stomach, waiting. The helicopter roar was gone. The numbness was gone. Everything was too quiet, too clean, too still.She pushed with her mind, the way she'd learned to reach inward and find that tiny, humming spark of life.Nothing.Just silence. A cold, empty silence that spread from her womb to her chest to her throat.Please. Please kick. Please move. Please.Nothing.The door opened. Anya walked in, her grey eyes scanning a tablet. She didn't look at Tess's face. She looked at the monitor beside the bed, the one Tess hadn't noticed until now a black screen with a single, slow green line pulsing."Fetal heartbeat is stable," Anya said. "Sixty-two beats per minute. Within normal parameters.""Then why can't I feel it?" Tess's voice came out raw, scraped. "It always moves. It always" Her voice broke.Anya finally looked at her. Her expression didn't soften, but something flicke
The world became a nightmare of noise and light.The searchlights were a physical weight, blinding, burning. The helicopter’s roar wasn’t just sound it was a vibration that shook Tess’s teeth and made the ground tremble. The metallic voice echoed, turning the sacred clearing into a jarring, surreal trap.Genetic tampering. Deadly force.For one second, everyone was frozen, animals caught on a highway. Tess, squinting up into the light, her heart a trapped bird. The pack, a sea of bowed heads now jerked upright in shock and rage.Liam moved first.He didn’t howl. He exploded. One second he was at the tree line, the next he was a blur of motion, shifting in mid-stride. A massive, midnight-black wolf launched himself toward the lights, toward Tess. His roar was lost in the mechanical din, but the intent was clear: get to her.“Liam, NO!” Tess screamed, but her voice was a whisper in the storm.A sharp, precise THWIP sound cut through the rotor wash. From the helicopter’s open side, a dar
The silver light that burst from Tess’s hands didn’t just light up the dark cabin. It lit up something inside each of them, too. It was like seeing a sunrise where you’d only expected night. One second they were just four tired, edgy men; the next, they were staring at a miracle they couldn’t even name.The baby wasn’t just a baby anymore. It was a promise. It was a future made of magic.The moment didn’t last long. The light faded, and Tess went pale, her knees buckling like the effort had sucked all the air right out of her. Liam moved before anyone could blink, catching her against his chest. “That’s enough,” he said in a voice that left no room for discussion. He lifted her like she weighed nothing, carrying her back to her bed of blankets and furs. The other three followed, their earlier jealousy gone, burned away by a kind of hushed, shared wonder.The next morning, the storm had passed, leaving the world outside sparkling and sharp. But inside the little station, the air was th
The baby was a storm growing inside her. As her body changed, so did the currents of her emotions. They were no longer a river she could control. They were a tide, pulled by a secret, powerful moon. And that moon had four faces.With Liam, she craved solid ground. When the fear of the Council, of Kael, of the unknown, threatened to sweep her away, she found herself seeking him out. She would sit beside him as he sharpened weapons or pored over maps, not speaking, just absorbing his quiet, immovable certainty. His presence was a fortress wall. Her desire for him was a deep, aching need for safety, for the unshakeable promise in his blue eyes. She wanted to be wrapped in his strength, to have his arms be the boundary between her and the chaotic world. It was a primal, nesting instinct, and it drew her to him like a moth to a steady flame.With Ryder, it was the opposite. When the walls of the stone station felt too close, when Liam’s protectiveness became a cage, the restless energy ins
The Council’s helicopter was a black insect against the grey sky. It didn’t land in Willow Creek. It landed at the old logging yard ten miles out, a clear message: they were observing, not visiting. Their presence was a cold pressure, a new kind of storm gathering on the horizon.But the more immediate danger, they soon learned, wasn't from the skies. It was in the gifts left at their doorstep.Life at the stone ranger station became a tense routine. Liam and Ryder drilled the few loyal pack members who had found their way to the ridge. Gareth healed. Ethan’s arm mended slowly. Fred became their quartermaster, making supply runs to the outskirts of Willow Creek. Tess, her pregnancy now a small, firm curve beneath her clothes, tried to bring a sense of normalcy. She sketched on scraps of paper, the only way to quiet the whirlwind in her mind.One afternoon, Fred returned from a run, his arms laden with supplies. His face was bright with a smile. “Look what I found at the general store’
The fight was over, but the hurting was just beginning.Silence rushed in to fill the space where the roaring and snarling had been. It was a bad kind of quiet. It was full of broken things splintered wood from the walls, smashed jars from the shelves, the heavy smell of blood and wet fur. But worse than any of that was the echo of Kael’s words. They hung in the cold air like poison smoke, seeping into everyone’s thoughts.Your father chose you because Ryder was broken. You were just the spare that worked.Liam stood in the middle of the wrecked cabin, looking like a mountain that had been hit by an avalanche. He had cuts on his arms and a bruise blooming dark on his cheek. But he wasn’t looking at the broken door or the snow drifting in. He was staring down at his own two hands, turning them over slowly. He had these big, capable hands a leader’s hands, a protector’s hands. Now he was seeing them as something else: the hands of the second choice. The backup son.Tess’s heart squeezed







