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The heavy wooden door clicked shut behind Logan, but Tristan didn’t turn. His back was to the room, his hands braced on the edge of the desk, knuckles white with tension.The silence stretched between them, broken only by the faint crackling of the fireplace. Liam knew better than to speak first when Tristan’s wolf was this close to the surface — the air itself seemed to ripple with suppressed rage, thick enough to choke on.Finally, Tristan exhaled, a rough, ragged sound.“She woke up screaming,” he said, voice low, almost hoarse. “She’s not just having nightmares, Logan. Something is inside her head — inside her.”Logan stepped closer, his brows drawn into a deep frown. “The same presence from the clearing?”Tristan’s jaw ticked, muscles flexing along the sharp line of his throat. “Stronger. Bolder. It’s like he’s not even trying to hide anymore.”Logan didn’t bother asking who he was. They both knew — even if neither of them fully understood what, exactly, they were dealing with. S

Jessica Lewis The room was silent, save for the soft crackling of dying embers in the fireplace. Moonlight spilled through the window, painting silver shadows across the floor and the bed where Tristan and I lay.He was asleep — finally — his strong arm draped protectively over my waist, his chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of deep sleep. For hours, he’d fought it, refusing to rest until exhaustion finally took hold.But I couldn’t sleep. Not with the seer’s words circling in my mind, sharp as broken glass.“You are his kindred.”“Your mother was bound to him long before you were born.”Each word felt like a lock clicking into place, a door I’d been too afraid to open now standing wide. My mother — the woman I barely remembered — tied to the creature who haunted my dreams. A bloodline curse I’d inherited with my first breath. A destiny written long before I knew my own name.And then there was the other warning — the one that refused to leave me, no matter how tightly I cl

My entire body froze, cold fear seeping into my bones as the voice wrapped around me like a noose. I knew that voice — the one from my nightmares, the one that haunted the edges of my mind. Slowly, I lifted my head, heart hammering painfully in my chest as my gaze locked onto the figure stepping out of the shadows.He's here.My heart beat erratically fast, my memories plunging me into ...that nightmare. I quickly scrambled up on my feet, taking two steps backwardsHis smile was sharp, cruel, and far too pleased, like he was savoring my fear. “What’s wrong, little wolf?” he purred, taking a slow step forward. “Aren’t you happy to see me?” Every instinct screamed at me to run, but my legs felt like lead, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps." I was almost sure you've made up your mind to follow me. You'll be fool not to, a fool just like your mother ".That intrigued me" What do you know about my mother?".His grin stretched wider, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes. “More than

Jessica LewisThe first thing I became aware of was warmth.A steady, searing heat wrapped around me, blanketing my skin in a way that made me never want to move. The scent of cedarwood, dark spice, and something distinctly Tristan filled my senses, coaxing me deeper into the soft haze of sleep.Then reality struck like a thunderbolt.My body ached in ways I had never experienced before, a dull throb settling deep in my muscles. The raw memory of the night before slammed into me all at once—Tristan’s hands, his mouth, the way he had unraveled me piece by piece, breaking me only to put me back together again.I tensed.I was still in his bed.Still tangled beneath the sheets with him.Still his.My breath hitched as my eyes fluttered open, heart pounding like a drum in my chest.Tristan was already awake.He was lying on his side, one arm possessively draped over my waist, his other tucked under his head as he watched me. His golden eyes flickered in the dim morning light, smoldering w

Tristan felt it like a blade slicing through his own flesh.The sharp, searing pain burned across his back—violent, unbearable. It wasn’t his.It was hers.His entire body went rigid, his breath catching in his throat. Then, the next wave hit. A fiery lash of agony, followed by another, and another. His vision blurred at the edges, his muscles locking as if his body was physically responding to the torture happening elsewhere.To Jessica.A snarl tore from his lips, raw and feral, rattling the walls of his chambers.He was already moving before the thought fully formed, storming out of his study, his steps rapid, frantic, his wolf clawing at the surface.Something was wrong.By the time he reached their bedroom, his chest was heaving. He slammed the door open, his heart lurching at the sight before him.Jessica.She was thrashing wildly on the bed, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged, pained gasps. Her hands clenched at the sheets, her face twisted in agony. And the