LOGINCaleb 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
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
SophiaThe moment we step into the main dining area of the packhouse, silence falls on the entire room. I see some new and some old faces; however, everyone is carrying a similar expression of surprise.Rose's hand slightly tightens on my hand as she looks at everyone... my protective instincts kickin
Sophia Mikhail’s eyes darken, his wolf surfacing just beneath the surface as he watches me. The intensity in his gaze sends shivers down my spine. A flicker of raw emotion crosses his face as his grip tightens slightly on my waist.He leans in, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers li
Mikhail The silence between us is suffocating, pressing down on me with a weight I didn’t know I could bear. I steal a glance at Sophia walking beside me, her face expresses nothing, calmness. But I can sense the storm beneath her composed exterior, the whirlwind of emotions she’s trying so hard to
SophiaI don’t regret it—not for a second, I regret killing those rogues. The moment those rogues set their sights on Rose, my instincts took over, and there was no going back. I had to protect her. She’s just two, far too young to understand why her mother had to become a monster to keep her safe. B







