LOGINCaleb The doctor finishes his examination and steps back from the bed, his expression thoughtful in a way that does nothing to ease the tension sitting in my chest. I watch him closely, searching his face for something concrete. Something I can hold onto. “There is nothing structurally wrong,” he says after a moment, his voice calm, clinical. “She should be healing.” Should be. The words echo in my head long after he says them. Because she is not. I shift my gaze back to June, lying motionless against the white sheets. The bandage wrapped around her side is clean now, the bleeding stopped after the silver bullet was removed. Everything looks as it should on the surface. But it is not. Her healing is slow. Too slow. Slower than I have ever seen from any wolf. Slower than it should be, even for a human. And that thought alone is enough to make something restless stir inside me. My wolf does not like this. Neither do I. The doctor gives a few final instructions before leaving t
Caleb Her weight settles against me, warm and real, and for a second everything else fades. The noise, the people, the bodies scattered across the yard. None of it matters. It is just her in my arms, her head tipped back against my shoulder, her breath shallow against my neck. “June,” I murmur, but there is no response. I adjust my grip and lift her fully, cradling her against my chest. Her arm hangs loose at her side, her fingers still stained red. My jaw tightens as I look down at her, taking in every detail like I need to memorize that she is still here. Then I see it. The wound on her side. My frown deepens instantly as I shift her slightly, careful not to jostle her too much. The fabric near her ribs is soaked through, darker than it should be. That wound should have been closing by now. It should have at least started to heal. But it has not. It is still raw. Still bleeding. Something cold slides into my chest. Footsteps approach, quick and familiar. Jake, Lucas, and
Caleb June narrows her eyes, locking her gaze onto Hayden with an intensity that seems to vibrate the very air between them. When she speaks, her voice is nothing like the one I have grown to know. It is rougher and hoarse, a jagged sound. It is the sound of a predator finally letting go of the leash. "No body can own us," she says, the words coming out as a low rumble that feels like it originates from a place deep beneath her ribs. "We don’t fight for anyone." I can see the impact of her words hitting him like a physical strike. Hayden’s eyes slightly widen, and for a split second, the mask of arrogance he wears begins to crumble. The fear he has been trying so hard to hide seeps through his gaze, flickering there like a dying flame, yet he still tries to pull himself together and look brave. He swallows hard, his throat working as he tries to find his voice. "You can’t get away from killings everyone," he stammers, though the threat lacks any real weight. "You have to pay the
CalebThe air around June ripples with a force that has nothing to do with the wind. Even though she remains in her human skin, the raw and unfiltered power of her wolf encases her like a shimmering, invisible armor. It is a heavy, magnetic aura that makes the very oxygen in the yard feel thick. I can see the way the light catches the intensity in her eyes, glowing with a golden, predatory heat. She looks like a goddess of the hunt, standing tall while the beast within her provides the muscle and the terrifying grace required to dismantle these invaders. There is a beautiful, terrifying harmony in the way she occupies the space, her presence expanding until it feels like she is the only thing that matters in this clearing.She moves with a speed that the human eye can barely track. One of the men stands in front of Hayden, trying to act as a shield, but June treats him like a minor inconvenience. She reaches out and grabs his arm with a grip that turns his bones to powder instantly. I
CalebThe growl that vibrates through my chest is not just my own. It is a deep, primal resonance that comes from the very center of my being. My wolf is so close to the surface that the world looks sharper, the edges of the trees and the faces of these masked men standing out in high definition. I feel the bond between June and me pulse like a living vein of gold. It is not just her scent or her physical presence anymore. I can feel the raw, untamed energy of her wolf pressing against the back of her eyes. It is a beautiful, chaotic force that is currently steering her human body.Her wolf is right there, peering through the windows of her soul, and for the first time, I am not just looking at June. I am looking at the predator inside her. The connection is electric. My own wolf reaches out, a mental brush of fur and teeth, acknowledging the wild spirit that is currently ruling her. I can feel her readiness to shatter every bone in her human frame to let the fur and claws break throu
CalebThe final tests have turned the Academy into something bigger than just an internal challenge.It has become a spectacle.Alphas from nearby packs have started arriving since morning, some with their Betas and senior warriors, all here to observe the finals. I get why. Not every Alpha has dealt with rogues, hunters, or threats that move beyond normal pack disputes. Watching these scenarios unfold gives them something valuable. A glimpse into what they might face if things ever go wrong in their own territories.Jake, of course, decides this means I get assigned the welcoming duty.Lucky me.I stand at the border with Alexei, waiting as another group approaches through the tree line. Since they have to cross through Mikhail’s pack territory to reach the Academy, Alexei is here to verify and clear them before they pass.He stands a few feet away, calm as ever, exchanging curt greetings with the arriving Alphas while I keep an eye on the perimeter.But something is wrong.I feel it
Lucas Anastasia listens. Patiently. Not a sound from her end except the occasional breath, steady, measured, like she’s making sure I know she’s there. And I do. Always.The thing about Anastasia... she can read the room. Better than most wolves I’ve ever met, and she’s not even one of us. She kno
LucasBed feels too big tonight. Sheets cold, pillow softer than it should be. I should be asleep, but the problem is I can still feel her. The weight of her laugh in my chest, the press of her lips against mine, the way her hand fisted in my shirt like letting go wasn’t an option.The room is quie
LucasThe phone feels heavier than it should, like it’s holding more than plastic and circuits. Like it’s holding a possibility, the possibility of hearing the voice that silences all the chaos in my head.I sit at the edge of my bed, elbows on my knees, the weight of anticipation brewing in my che
AuroraThe car hums softly beneath me, the low purr of the engine blending with the rhythmic thrum of my pulse. I press my forehead lightly against the cool glass of the window, watching as the town begins to fade behind us. The familiar streets of the town, the little cafés, the flower stalls, the







