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The storm didn’t ease when morning came.It roared across the mountains like something alive—like something hunting.Thunder rattled the cabin beams, and rain slammed against the roof in sheets so heavy the world outside had dissolved into silver and shadows. The sound should have been comforting, a familiar lullaby from countless nights spent writing beside my window back home.But nothing about this storm felt natural.It felt like an answer.A response to the thing awakening inside me.Kael paced near the window, jaw tight, golden eyes tracking every movement outside as if he could see through the rain. Lucian lounged on the couch, but even he was tense—fingers drumming against the armrest, gaze flicking toward the window every few seconds. Damon leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, quiet and observant.They were all on edge.Because of me.The bond hummed under my skin like a second heartbeat—sometimes soft, sometimes sharp, always present. Every few minutes it pulsed, sendi

The forest outside the cabin seemed almost alive, whispering secrets that chilled the spine. Rain still fell, drumming steadily against the roof, but inside, the tension was different—heated, heavy, as if the very air had been saturated with desire, possession, and something unspoken yet palpable.I sat between them on the worn wooden floor, my back pressed to Kael’s chest, Lucian to my right, Damon to my left. The bond pulsed under my skin, thrumming with each heartbeat, each shallow breath. I could feel them all—their need, their hunger, their undeniable claim. And, impossibly, I could feel the pull of my own desire threading back through it, drawing me closer to them, demanding surrender.Kael’s hand rested possessively over my stomach, fingertips pressing just enough to remind me I was his, his mark seared into my flesh. He shifted slightly, just enough that I could feel the rigid length of him pressing against me, and my knees went weak. “You’re trembling again,” he murmured, voi

The forest held its breath. My body trembled in Kael’s arms, Lucian and Damon flanking us like twin shadows of wrath and protection. The mark on my arm burned with a heat that made my vision blur, the crescent-shaped symbol glowing brighter with every pulse of my heartbeat. It wasn’t just fire in my veins—it was something alive, something demanding.“He’s here,” Damon repeated, voice low but tense, each word vibrating with warning.I could barely speak. “Who… who is he?”Kael’s jaw clenched, golden eyes now flickering with red sparks, the wolf beneath his skin snarling at a danger he couldn’t yet name. “The one who… claimed you before me,” he admitted, his voice almost strangled by fury and fear. “The one tied to your bloodline.”Lucian’s hands radiated blue power, protective runes flaring against the edges of the clearing. “We need to prepare,” he said, tone cold and sharp. “He’s strong. Older than any threat we’ve faced.”I shivere

The forest was quiet now, though the air still thrummed with residual energy, the aftershocks of the confrontation lingering like a heartbeat in the earth. Rain had soaked the ground, turning leaves into slippery green mirrors reflecting the silver light of the moon. I sat on a fallen log, legs pulled close to my chest, shivering not from the cold but from everything that had just happened.Kael knelt beside me, damp hair plastered to his forehead, golden eyes softer than I had ever seen. His hands, rough and calloused, cupped my cheeks, tilting my face to meet his gaze. “You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice low, vibrating against my chest. “Not from fear. From what you’ve survived… and what you’ve chosen.”“I… I don’t know if I understand any of it,” I whispered, voice breaking. My hands clutched the wet hem of my jacket, fingers trembling. “Everything… everything is so overwhelming. You, Lucian, Damon… the bond… him.” My voice faltered, tears threatening to s

Raine woke to the sound of whispers. Soft. Urgent. Half-breath, half-growl. Not spoken aloud—spoken through the bond. Her eyes opened slowly. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight spilling through the curtains. She felt warm, held, wrapped in a cocoon of steadiness and scent and heartbeat. It took her only a moment to realize where she was: Kael’s arms were around her. Not caging. Not gripping. Holding. Protectively. Possessively. As if the world could try to steal her in her sleep and he’d tear it apart with his bare hands. For a moment, she simply lay still, breathing in the feeling of him—the quiet rumble of his chest against her back, the steady warmth of his breath against the curve of her neck. She felt…safe. Grounded. Connected in a way that wasn’t physical at all.