Todos los capítulos de Last Female Sypher and Her Brother's Friends: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

RonanThe trees thin out near the edge of town, but I stay back where the shadows are thick, and the pine needles swallow the sound of my boots. The diner’s neon sign buzzes against the late afternoon gloom. Grease, burnt coffee, sugar—human scents cling to the air like damp wool.And beneath it all, her.Aria.My wolf shifts under my skin, a low rumble vibrating in my chest.She’s trouble.I know. But we can't keep Liam from seeing her while she's in town for the funeral.I track Liam’s heartbeat through the diner wall.Steady.Controlled.Too controlled.It's the careful subjugation of emotions one gives when he's getting ready to face an intruder in the middle of the night.The preparation for anything.He’s been there twenty-three minutes. Long enough for coffee, a quick meal, and hopefully, long enough for goodbye.Aria tried to question him, and he defected. It wouldn't stop the reopening of old wounds, though.The door chimes.Liam steps out, shoulders tight, jaw locked. He pau

TheoThe motel room is too small for this many predators.I lean back against the wall near the window, arms crossed, watching the two men standing by the door like they belong here.They don’t.Every instinct in my body says they don’t.My wolf agrees.They smell wrong, he growls inside my head, pacing beneath my skin.I can smell it too. Under the cheap motel soap and stale hallway air.FaintAnd something heavier.Grimm.Why would they send a Grim to investigate a human?My wolf snarls at the unwanted males.Across the room, Ronan looks like he’s about three seconds away from tearing someone’s throat out.His emotions are so palpable that even Aria keeps looking his way.His shoulders are stiff, jaw locked tight, Alpha power simmering in the air like heat before a storm. Liam stands beside his sister, calm on the surface but just as angry underneath. Barric leans against the dresser with his arms folded, silent and dangerous. Kade is near the door, blocking it like a living wall.I

KadeI can smell the lie before Jasper even opens his mouth.It’s sharp and metallic under the stale scent of self-importance and old arrogance—but it’s there. If it were anyone but me in this room, they’d miss it.Unfortunately for Jasper, I’m not anyone.I lean back against the mantle in the drawing room, arms folded, letting the silence stretch until it turns uncomfortable.“Is this really necessary?” Henry says.His voice is tight, controlled, but his knee keeps bouncing. He wants to bolt. Every instinct in his body screams at him to run, but he doesn’t move. He knows better than to defy a direct order from an Alpha on his own land.Across the room, Ronan sits in the armchair like a king on a throne. Calm. Deadly. Watching.The Assembly wolves—Henry and Jasper—are seated opposite him.Weak without the title, they love to shield them.And me?I’m the knife in the room.My wolf paces under my skin.They came onto our land, he growls in my head. Unannounced. And they think to questio

BarricThe second Aria crouches down by a small stream to rinse the blood off her hands, I step away and pull my phone out of my pocket. My wolf is already pacing under my skin, restless and furious.They ran, he growls in the back of my mind.Doesn't matter; Ronan would have caught them.I hit Theo’s number. He answers on the second ring.“Tell me the rangers didn't lose them,” I say evenly, turning away from Aria.Given that we are still in the dark about how she overcame the Call, it's best if we don't take any chances by speaking too freely.“They didn’t,” Theo replies. Then, after a beat, “It’s handled.”Translation: they won’t be bothering anyone again.Good.Because if those bastards had gotten their teeth into her—My wolf snarls. They touched what is ours.I ignore that. Barely.“She okay?” Theo asks.I glance toward the stream just as she stands and turns, holding out her hands. Her hair is tangled with leaves. Dirt streaks her cheek. Her hands are scraped and raw, and there

AriaThe walk to Barric’s cabin is quieter than I expect.Gravel crunches beneath my boots as we move through the dark, the cold night air brushing my cheeks. The compound is mostly in shadow at this hour. Only a few dim lights glow in distant windows, scattered across the land like small watchful eyes.When Barric said cabins, I imagined something cramped and temporary—like the bunkhouses Liam and I used to see near construction sites when we were kids.But this?These aren’t thrown-together shelters. Each house sits on its own patch of land, separated by wide stretches of darkness. Even in the limited light, I can tell the property spreads far. Pine trees line the edges of the clearing, tall and unmoving, their silhouettes cutting into the night sky.Coming up to Barric’s place, I can just make out other homes farther off in the distance. A handful of them, maybe more. Hard to tell in the dark.I have no idea how many people live here.But there’s space. Lots of it.Too much, almost