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How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

I could feel him pacing anxiously, no doubt going crazy as I was. “We've imprinted.” I was amazed at how easily those two words came from my mouth. My mom continued to half-drag me down the hall. “No, honey, you're not. There's been some sort of misunderstanding. Trust me, the longer you're away from that canine, the better you will feel.” I focused in on the ache in my chest and knew that wasn't true. “Mom, I know it's strange for a Foreseer to be with a Shape Shifter, but—”

"Yes. Quick child. Yes. I asked for nothing. I refused everything. The pearl said: *will you live.* I said yes. I said yes the way you say yes when there is nothing else left to say." She lifts her head. Her eyes are not angry. They are not soft, either. They are the eyes of a woman who has spent four hundred years in a Pacific trench learning not to be either. "After the bonding, I drained the tax-collector. Then his lieutenant. Then the lieutenant's wife, who had been kind to me. Then a noble. Then his son, who was eleven. Then a town. Then a province. Then I was famine, eighth. I do not remember the rest. I remember waking up four years later in a Pacific trench with my body in a sleep I

It's been an entire week since our Bonding Ceremony, and I still had a difficult time coming to terms with the events that transpired that day. Scoffing disgustedly, I ignored him, and turned my gaze to the window. It was that time of the year when leaves crunched beneath your feet, and a gust of wind chilled your nose. The sweet scent of pines drifted into the room as the curtains fluttered on a draft of a gentle breeze. The Lycans of the Pacific Sea lived on an island in the center of the Pacific Ocean. The land wasn't vast, and could be considered minuscule when compared to the mountainous terrains ordinary werewolves ruled on dry land.

Degree: Extreme. [Deposit: 40,000 THB credited to your account.] Chalida whimpered, her face contorting with fear and a dawning comprehension of her utter helplessness. "You're not the same. What happened to you?" "I died," Pim whispered, her voice chillingly devoid of emotion. "And I came back to collect what's mine." She leaned in again, her lips almost touching Chalida’s ear. "This building is just the beginning. I'm taking everything you hold dear. Starting with your reputation. Your mother's standing."

The forest felt different now. The pines stood tall. The needles felt sharp against my skin. The world carried a weight. The fusion pulse beat in my skull. I felt Rian moving through the brush. I felt his muscles stretch. I felt the ache in his bitten arm. The sensation felt like a phantom limb. I occupied his body. He occupied mine.

CHAPTER 81 – The Bridge POV: Liam Six months later. The Pacific coast was a world of blue and gold, a place where the air tasted like salt and the only deadlines were the tides. We lived in a small, clapboard house perched on a cliffside in Oregon, far from the skyscrapers and the glass-walled offices of our former lives. I stood on the porch, a cup of coffee in my hand, watching the fog roll in over the breakers. My phone—a cheap, plastic thing that only had three contacts—vibrated on the table.

(Piper POV) All of the dreams started the same way. I would watch myself walk through a beautiful forest, and then I would find myself standing before a grand waterfall. We do not have waterfalls like that in Blue Ridge, in Moon Shadow, or any in other pack that I had been to, so I had no idea where I was. Nevertheless, something about the waterfall felt both magical and comforting.

I saw her father’s dead face, I saw Yelena’s eyes glassy with tears as Rhea was the last thing she saw before she died. I saw Ronan's shocked face as she hit him with the truck. All of it was playing in a loop, a chaotic , screaming loop in a prison in her mind. Through the mate bond she had forced on me, I could feel every single ounce of her terror. “You wanted me to be a rogue,” I whispered, my voice. “Do live like me, this is how it's meant to be, you with me for eternity.” My wolf lunged, sinking its massive jaws directly into her mental projection.

Rowan growled before his hands squeezed my breast so hard that it physically hurt. “NO!” All I knew was someone was holding my arms. “Don’t… don’t!” My fist came out before I connected with something. A second later, my ass slipped off something and I finally opened my eyes. Tears clouded my vision as I realized it was another nightmare. Piercy was holding his jaw as he slipped off the bed, crouching down in front of me with his hands out. “It was just a dream. They are dead.” My heart was racing, and a fresh layer of sweat coated my body. My hands moved to cover my breast as I could still feel him on me. Piercy’s eyes followed me, making his wolf flash before he collected himself.