All Chapters of My Brother My Mate : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Freya's Pov The second I let the shift happen, everything flipped.My wolf didn’t slam into me or fight for control. She just… slid into the driver’s seat. Smooth. Certain. I got pushed to the passenger side, still there, still watching, but definitely not steering anymore.It felt exactly like riding shotgun while someone else drives. You see everything, you feel the turns, but you’re not the one deciding.And God, the world looked different through her eyes.Colors were quieter, almost washed out, but anything that moved? Razor sharp. And the smells holy crap, the smells. The dirt under our paws was dark and wet and alive. Every kind of tree had its own signature. Even the breeze was carrying a whole news bulletin I’d never picked up on as a human.Then there was him.Dane had shifted too, and the second he did, my wolf zeroed in like a missile lock.He was huge. Like, comically bigger than me. Pure black, all coiled muscle, fur catching the morning light in this glossy way that ma

Freya's Pov Three days since my first shift, and honestly? I was starting to get the hang of it. Not great. Not even close to smooth. But better than the first couple times when I felt like my bones were trying to crawl out of my skin.I could shift back to human in maybe thirty seconds now instead of a full painful minute. Still sucked, a weird pressure, like squeezing into jeans two sizes too small, but at least I wasn’t collapsing afterward anymore.“Looking good,” Dane said, leaning against the bedroom doorframe while I shook out my arms and reached for a shirt. “You’re getting quicker.”“Still feels like forever.” I yanked the shirt over my head. “You blink and you’re human. Show-off.”“I’ve had… what, fifteen years? Chill. You’ll get there.”Easy for him to say. His wolf had been riding shotgun since he was barely a teenager. Mine was basically a newborn who’d just discovered she had legs.Patience, my wolf murmured in my head, all calm and unbothered. We figure it out togeth

I woke up to the kind of quiet that feels wrong.Not peaceful. Not cozy. Just… empty. Like the air itself was holding its breath.I lay there staring at the ceiling in the dark, heart already picking up speed, trying to figure out what yanked me awake. Dane was right next to me, breathing slow and steady like nothing was wrong. The pack house was dead silent. No creaks, no distant footsteps, nothing.But my wolf was losing her mind.She’d only been part of me for three months, still felt new and wild, but right then she was pacing circles in my head, claws out, practically screaming go go go.What’s wrong? I asked her.No words back, just this sharp tug. This need to move. To find.George.I kicked the covers off and slid out of bed before I could talk myself out of it. Hands shaky while I yanked on jeans, a hoodie, boots. No clue where I was headed, but sitting still wasn’t an option.The twin thing had been this soft, warm hum in the back of my mind ever since we found each other. L

The meeting room felt way too cramped with all of us stuffed in there.Henry and Marcus were parked on one side of the table. George and Evie across from them. Freya stood next to me by the window, arms crossed like she was bracing for whatever came next.I’d called everyone together maybe an hour after Freya and George got back. No sense dragging it out. We needed to figure shit out.“Okay,” I said, leaning on the table. “Eastern Territories. Let’s talk about it.”George sat up straighter. “I still think...”“You’re not going solo. We already covered that.” I cut him off before he could get rolling. “Question now is who’s actually going and how we play this smart.”Marcus leaned forward. “Could easily be a trap. The Community’s had fifteen years to get creative. They know about the triplets now. That letter? Perfect bait.”“Could be,” Freya said quietly. “But it could also be legit. Our dad could really be out there. With our brother.”“Either way, we need answers.” George’s jaw was

Freya’s PovMorning hit way too fast.Dane’s alarm yanked me awake, and the second my eyes opened I remembered: today’s the day we actually leave. No more talking about it, no more packing and repacking. Just… go.He was already up, moving around the room super quiet, zipping up that one small bag he swore was all he needed. The kind of bag he could grab in his teeth once he shifted.“Morning,” he said when he caught me watching.“Morning.” I sat up, shoved a mess of hair out of my eyes. “You ready?”“Ready as I’m gonna get.”I threw on jeans, a tank, boots, stuff I could strip out of quick if I had to shift. Braided my hair tight so it wouldn’t whip me in the face later.Dane kept stealing looks at me while I dressed. That soft, intense stare he gets sometimes, like he’s trying to burn the moment into his brain.“What?” I finally asked.“Nothing. Just looking at my mate.”I gave him a small smile even though my stomach was doing flips. “Your mate who’s probably dragging you straight