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I drag my body back to my room, making sure to avoid Asher. It shouldn't bother me, but it does. A tray of food waits outside my door, left by him. I hover for a moment, ear pressed to the wood, listening for his footsteps. Only when the hallway falls silent do I snatch the tray and retreat inside.The bath I sink into melts the cold from my bones, the heat unraveling knots in my muscles, bruised and aching from training. The steam curls around me, softening the edges of my exhaustion. By the time I slip into clean clothes and stretch across the bed, I feel almost human again.Laying on my bed I twirl my ring absently, the metal warm from my touch. Braden’s face flickers in my mind, uninvited. I wonder what he would do if he knew—if he knew I was learning to fight, if he knew I shifted. A wry smile tugs at my lips, sharp with satisfaction. I imagine his fury, his disbelief.But the longer I let my thoughts linger on him, the harder it becomes to ignore the ache buried beneath the resen

Braden leads me back to his house, saying he has some items I'll need for my trip. He hasn't made any more moves to touch me, which I'm grateful for, but I can't shake the thought of him touching me without me knowing. I sneak quick sniffs at my skin, searching for any trace of him. Thankfully, all I catch is the crisp scent of the shower gel I used earlier.His house emerges from the darkness, familiar yet unsettling. I've been here countless times, but it still sends a chill skittering down my spine. The place practically screams danger, as if a neon sign above the door blinks ‘CREEP’ in glaring red letters. My eyes flick to him, tracking every tight clench of his jaw, the subtle curling of his fists. Each step feels like walking on the edge of a knife, waiting for the inevitable strike.I don’t want to be alone with him. But he's right—Claudia needs to come back. Maybe then things will shift back to normal, or as normal as they can be. Still, I hesitate. The idea of exposing Claudi

Claudia was avoiding me. I could feel it with the way she looked away from me the second I caught her eye. Frankly, it was pissing me off. I had years to prepare for this for her return. I just hadn’t expected her to be so … reluctant. Her seeing Sabrina … I hoped it would trigger something to make her realise the truth, but if anything, it has put us apart and I can’t even find a way to speak to her about it. Besides, even if I told her nothing happened, I doubt she would believe me.I pinch my brow as I lean back in my office chair that over looks the entirety of the pack. This place means more to me than any of these pack members realise I just wish I could tell someone. My office door raps and for a second I’m hopeful that it’s Claudia, and she has finally come to her senses, but from the stench of them I know that it is not.“Enter,” I state, sitting up and running my fingers through my hair. Reid enters his long blonde hair tied back with several braids wearing a black top and j

I meet Erin again at the training ground for our next session. The last few days have been brutal—aches, bruises, and exhaustion—but I feel stronger, faster. It fuels me to push harder. But what gnaws at me, more than the soreness, is Asher.At first, he watched from his balcony, distant and unobtrusive. Now he stands at the edge of the training ground, his stormy grey eyes fixed on me. His presence burrows under my skin, unsettling me in ways I can't explain.I falter. My foot slips, and I hit the ground hard for what feels like the hundredth time. Erin extends her hand, pulling me to my feet. I dust myself off, cheeks burning. “Why is he always watching?” I whisper, the weight of his gaze still pressing down on me.Erin snickers. “He wants to see your progress firsthand.”I roll my eyes. “Can’t your reports be enough?” I groan as Erin steps into a fighting stance. We resume the dance of block and attack, but I stumble again. The prickling sensation of Asher’s stare distracts me, and

My heart stutters as I gaze at Asher, his easy grin making my core tighten with need. I want to believe what Erin told me. But even as his filthy words echo in my mind, I can't shake off the rumors that swirl around from the New Moon pack about the Bloodmoon pack—and him. Braden is probably behind those... I bite my lip, wavering between reckless hope and the creeping doubt that I’m being deluded all over again.A wicked gleam flickers in Asher’s gray eyes, and a shiver snakes through me, coiling low in my belly. “If you’re feeling better, let’s see what you’ve learned.” His voice drops into a low growl that thrums through me, sending a sharp pulse of heat straight to my core. As he stands, he pulls me up with him. The blanket puddles at our feet, and the cold air prickles across my skin. Asher rubs my arms, his touch sparking trails of fire along my nerves. I smile faintly, but there’s a gnawing fear that creeps in. It feels too easy, too normal. What if he turns out like Braden? I w