LOGINCalebThe 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
JuneI run faster than I ever have, my lungs burning, my heart slamming against my ribs as if it is trying to break free. The world blurs past me, nothing but instinct and urgency guiding my steps. I reach them in seconds, dropping to my knees as I scoop Astrid and Kane into my arms, pulling them tight against me. Their small bodies press into my chest, warm and trusting, and for a fraction of a second, everything else disappears.Then it doesn’t.In the space of a blink, the entire back compound fills with bodies. Masked men. Too many to count at first, but my eyes sharpen, my mind catching up. Fifteen. Maybe more. They move with precision, surrounding us in a tightening circle.And I know.They are not wolves.There is something off about them, something cold and calculated that doesn’t belong to my kind. Humans.My grip tightens instinctively. I press Astrid and Kane closer, angling their faces into me so they cannot see what stands around us. My chin dips, shielding them further. I
JuneToday is the final test, and everything around the Academy feels like a fucking the hunger games.Everywhere I look, people seem different. Faces that usually carry boredom or mild annoyance now look sharp, focused, tense in a way that makes it seem like something much bigger is at stake. Some of them are pacing, running through movements in their heads. Others stand still but their eyes keep shifting, like they are already inside the test, thinking ten steps ahead.No one is on the field yet. No contestants. No instructors setting things up in a rush.Just… anticipation.And honestly, I don’t get the hype.It is not like you are going to die if you lose. No one is walking into something final. You either pass or you don’t. That is it.Simple.Clear.But looking at them, you would think this decides everything.But the way people are acting, you would think their entire lives depend on this one day.I walk along the edge of the training grounds, my hands tucked loosely into the p
JuneThere is so much to take in.So much that should probably feel overwhelming, confusing, maybe even frightening. New words, new meanings, things about myself I did not know existed until now. But none of it unsettles me the way it probably should.This is how I have always lived.One moment at a time.Taking what comes, adjusting, moving forward without trying to control every outcome. Life has never given me the luxury of certainty, so I learned early how to exist without it. And somehow, all of that makes this easier.I do not fight it.I do not question it into pieces.I accept it.Caleb does not let go of my hand as we walk back toward the Academy. His fingers stay wrapped around mine, firm, like my touch is something he needs. Not in a weak way. Not in a way that asks for reassurance.More like something instinctive.Something that just is.I let him.The path is quieter now, the sounds of the forest fading behind us as the lights of the Academy come into view. I glance ahead
JuneI lift my head slightly from his chest, my hands still resting against him, still holding onto him without thinking about it. The word is still echoing in my mind, soft but persistent, like it is asking to be understood.I look at him.“What is mate?” I ask.The question feels simple when I say it, but I know it is not. Not with the way he says it. Not with the way it makes something inside me respond without permission.He looks at me for a second, his gaze still a little rough around the edges, still carrying that wildness that has not completely settled yet. But there is something else there too now. Something softer. Something that is only for me.“You,” he says.His voice is quieter this time, not as coarse, but still carrying that raw edge.“You is mate.”I blink at him.Because that does not make sense.And somehow… it does.I don’t understand how he manages to say things in the simplest way possible, and still make them feel like they carry more meaning than a long explan
AnastasiaMy side aches, but I don’t care. Not now. The cuts across my arms sting, the deeper one on my thigh is still seeping, but I feel none of it. Adrenaline’s rushing too hard, crashing through me like a wave that won’t back down. Some of the smaller wounds have already closed up, skin knitting
The sun spills across the hunter base, soft and golden, brushing over the stone pathways and worn metal of the old walls. It’s quiet, not the kind of silence that comes from fear or confusion, but something calm and still, like the breath right before something begins.Anastasia stands in the court
JakeBy the time I reach the cell, Pete’s screams are gone. Not fading. Gone. The kind of silence that follows only after death.I shift back into my human form as I reach the gate. My feet slow, but my breath doesn’t. It catches in my throat the second I see her.Anastasia stands there, tall and s
JakeShe’s walking away, and I can’t do a damn thing about it.Anastasia doesn’t even glance back. Not once. She walks like she’s got a fire under her skin, like the war is already pulling her in. Like nothing else exists right now except what needs to be done.I get it. That’s who she is. Fierce,







