All Chapters of How to Catch a Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Haden He looked at the sigil like he could burn it out with his eyes alone. When he spoke, it was with the kind of control that hurts to keep. “You can copy a Honshu’s ink if you’ve seen it and survived it. You can’t hold it unless you feed it.” “Feed it what,” Keiral asked. “Blood,” he said. “Or bond. There isn’t a third option.” Ellan’s mouth was a hard line. “Who has seen your ink.” “Anyone who’s tried to kill me,” Krav said. His eyes finally cut to me. “Or anyone I’ve let close enough.” My hands closed before I could stop them. “You saying she—” He stepped in fast, too close, heat coming off him like a warning. “Say her name like that again and you and I will find a room without glass.” Ellan slid between us with a look. “Back off. Both of you.” Deni’s voice came in on a whisper. “Movement. Two floors down. Vent stair.” Ellan’s focus snapped to the hall. He pointed me left. “Cut down and take the landing. Krav, with me. We squeeze him.” We moved. I took the stairs two

Ashlyn “In one piece,” I said. “Four wolves assigned to toilet duty and homework for a week.” His brows ticked. “Those sound like punishments.” “They earned them at Rave de la my ass.” The big yard stayed noisy, but the noise was wrong for a second. Like the air hiccupped. Sheetal lifted her head inside me. Krav’s eyes cut to the left. We both scanned the fence line at the same time. Nothing obvious. The feeling passed. “We can talk inside,” I said. “Not here.” He nodded. The towel was still in his hand. He tossed it back to the auntie. She caught it without looking and threw a shirt at his face. He pulled it on as we walked. “Everyone back to work,” I said to the yard. “Now.” The Sentinels moved. The pups groaned. The aunties smiled into their cups. We cut through the hall and took the stairs two flights down to a storage room with a long metal table and a bad light. It was quiet enough. I shut the door. “Say it again,” I said. “Honshu lock,” he said. “Hidden in the vent

Haden Panther Tower looked like it had been wiped down twice already and it was barely past six. Glasses neatly packed on the table. Food placed neatly everywhere. Benches set in rows like ranks. Screens on the far wall scrolled night-shift logs no one at our table was reading. The smell was eggs, toast, and that strong bitter coffee the panthers and humans loved.We were still here. Another night without a clean lead. Two fox shifters on a slab. Rafe in cold storage. A kid sleeping two floors down because her parents were left in a cave. And a mark burned behind a vent plate like it was a freaking Armageddon. Ellan sat at the head, his back straight as he gobbled his breakfast. Food gone in five minutes like it was gas. Adrian stacked a second plate, chewing through it like he could outrun fatigue with meat. Keiral picked at a plate of fruit, a pen behind her ear and a legal pad she wouldn’t let anyone else touch. Lechandray talked. If there was air, she filled it.I pushed a spoo

Ashlyn The Den had finally gone quiet. The kitchen noise, the steps in the hall, even Mira and the pups had settled. I shut the last door, leaned on it for a second, and breathed.Krav was stretched out on the couch like he owned the place. One leg bent, one hanging off the side, his blue hair messy, eyes catching light from the screen even though he wasn’t watching it. The TV rolled some old human movie neither of us cared about.“You’re supposed to be resting,” I said, walking in.He tilted his head, eyes dragging over me. “I am.”“That doesn’t look like rest. That looks like brooding.”“Maybe I’m good at multitasking.” His voice had that lazy weight he only used when it was just the two of us.I crossed the room, hips swaying without thinking. His eyes followed. He noticed. He always noticed. I sat on the far end of the couch, not touching him. He didn’t move.“Tell me about your dream,” I said.He didn’t look away. “You were there.”“Of course I was.” I smirked. “What was I doing

KeiralPanther Tower’s med wing was too clean. The lights were set to morning even though it felt like night in my bones. I had two charts open and three more in my head. Tio’s vitals ran flat on the wall. The fox child slept two rooms over. My coffee sat cold, untouched.I heard Ellan before I saw him. That low, steady step. No rush. No wasted motion. He didn’t knock. He never did.He stopped in the doorway and didn’t say hello. He watched me write. It took eight seconds to make my skin crawl.“Do you mind?” I asked without looking up.“No.”“Then stop standing there like a statue and say what you came to say.”He came in, let the door seal, and leaned against the counter that wasn’t meant for leaning. He crossed his arms. Calm. Panther calm.“How’s the boy?” he asked.“Stabilized,” I said. “Shard let go for now. Dampener helps.”“For now,” he repeated.“Don’t echo me,” I snapped. “You want the pretty version, call the PR desk. He’s clear for the hour. After that, we’ll see.”He didn