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“You’re the one who was chanting… before.” Elara inclines her head once in acknowledgment. She steps closer, her long shawls brushing softly against the stone floor with each measured step. “How do you feel, child?” she asks gently. Nevaeh exhales, the sound uneven. “Tired” she admits. “Heavy. Like my body doesn’t want to listen to me yet, like I’m still stuck somewhere else and this isn’t fully me.” She pauses, swallowing. “I saw things. In the dark. A woman with silver hair… and a wolf. My wolf. It was chained.”

Because deep down, I knew—Neva wasn’t just any wolf. She was extraordinary. I could feel her power pulsing through the forest of veins under my skin. Raw. Ruthless. She moved like wildfire, untameable, fierce—born from something deeper than bloodlines or warrior rites. It wasn’t just power. It was defiance. And no one had ever taught me how to tame that kind of defiance. The scent of jasmine and rose filled the unfamiliar room. It was almost suffocating, as if trying too hard to soothe what was beyond repair. I sat silently on the edge of the small couch, hands cold against my lap, when a soft knock made my gaze flick toward the door.

“You just need to get laid, SV, it’s been 3 weeks,” Wilder said. “Yeah, probably.” I wasn’t going to argue, perhaps he was right. I had work to do and not a lot of time to cast my net. Nothing was going to stop me from asserting my dominance over the people in this county. Briarwood was mine. My phone buzzed in my hand and Wilder sniggered. I opened our group chat and grinned. Wilder: Ellie! Get your hand off Nikki’s dick! I need to tell you something!

Hiding from the pack system while holding the balance of everything she could reach, alone, with an incomplete gift and no formation and no record office and no map except what the previous Warden had time to give her in the last moments of an emergency. I set down my tea. "What does she need?" I say. Neva looks at the notation. "She asked me one question," she says. "Directly. Through the contact." "What question?" "She said: *is the network real?*" I look at Neva. "What did you say?" I say.

‘You can borrow that if you like,’ Diamanda said, looking up briefly from the wafer-thin portable computer notepad she’d pulled out of her other pocket. ‘Er... Thanks.’ He closed the book, not daring to read further. The prose was inflammatory to say the least, at a moment when his senses were burning already. One of the strangest, most compelling women he’d ever met was consulting an electronic diary to see if she could fit him in for a sexual quickie! It seemed about as likely as one of his masturbatory fantasies, and yet it was happening.

But seeing her burning face with awkwardness, suddenly, my heart and eyes wanted to see her more without even caring what she would think? I felt the desire! The wild desire to cross my boundary.

I’d admit that I wanted him to touch it…more. Clearing my throat, I said, “Of course, why won’t I be? I just wish the rain would stop soon.” From the corner of my eyes, I could see Manny scowling at my words. I wanted him to leave and maybe then I would get my fucking fried hormones in order and get the key for the preacher, the boss of the Motorcycle club. Without warning, I felt his fingers trail up and unzipped my pants, flittering underneath to grab my cock that was as hard as steel for both him and Stephanie.

The kind of virgin that would probably blush if someone said the word thrust too loudly. But still… I wasn’t a child. I was twenty. An adult. And in this generation, you didn’t need experience to know things. You opened your phone, tapped the wrong, or right site, and suddenly you knew enough to make your soul leave your body out of curiosity. It wasn’t like I went looking for it all the time. But it was there. And Damien Rivera was exactly the kind of man your imagination would go feral over without permission. The kind of man who looked like he’d take you to every part of his muscular body in every corner of a bedroom and still have you losing your mind before you even processed what was h

His jaw flexed, tight and furious, but his eyes stayed locked on me, pleading desperately and when I pulled at my suitcase, his hand shot out, gripping the handle before I could move. "Jane" he finally said, "it's not what it looks like," Neven said quickly. I rolled my eyes saying, "Of course it's not what it looks like when you're getting engaged!!" I almost yelled back at him as I fired back. "Yes, I'm getting engaged to her but it's not the way you think." Neven said, voice trembling but sound manipulative to me. He took a small step closer, desperation flickering in his gaze. "You know I still want you. I need you. She doesn't mean to me what you do mean to me, Jane. You've always been

“Wild?” “Im sick of everyone wanting wild and telling me i need to be wild and have a wild night, you know, forget everything. But i cant be wild. I can’t be that Wu because that Wi had drugs and sex and the euphoria that came with it. I had to loose one thing to become another and you don’t realize i can’t be sober and wild” I began to breathe heavily. “I can’t be sober and wild” Came a softer reply. “Why, Wu?” She asked.