The One Novels & Stories

It’s now or never. ‘Go Zeff.’ Dante POV ‘We have movement at the connecting border between Reese and Dante’s packs,’ Remington’s voice enters my mind, forcing me awake. ‘What kind of movement?’ I ask, dragging myself out of bed. I look at the clock. It’s one in the morning. ‘Single animal. I’m not sure if it’s a scout in wolf form, or just a predator passing your borders.’ ‘I’m on it,’ I say, opening the link to several warriors and waking them up.

with the "Frequency of the Union." "The 'One' is 'Authorized', Avery," the frequency whispered, its voice a "Low-Frequency-Vibration" of "Infinite-Return." "The 'Contract' is 'Complete.' We are 'Home'." But as the "One-Sync" stabilized, a "New-Vibration" emerged from the "Primary-Frequency." It wasn't a "Pulse" or a "Species." It was the "Sovereign-Reflection" of the "Final-Impact."

Now, it seemed like nothing more than me being silly and sentimental. "The tattoo is faded and a little blurry from the skin being soaked in water for so long, but the outline is still discernible." The coroner carefully turned the wrist over. Timothy's initials were right there. Chad's body swayed violently. He was the only one who knew this secret. One year at the full moon festival, I got drunk. I hugged him and cried, rolling up my sleeve to show him the tattoo. "Chad, look! I tattooed his name here. Does that mean we'll never be apart?"

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.