LOGINBear with this short update. The original chapter was longer, but it and two more chapters accidentally got deleted. Since they were not backed up, I am rewriting them again, which is no fun at all. I know some of you are waiting for the updates, and I didn't want to keep you guys waiting another day. That's why I wrote a shorter version of the original chapter.
June “These guys, they can go apeshit to protect us and all,” Aurora says, pointing her fork at me with complete seriousness. “They take their protector title a little too seriously, which sometimes is enough to make you go crazy.” She stabs another piece of watermelon with her fork like she is proving some important point while Anastasia calmly sips her drink beside her. “We girls need to form a strong alliance,” Aurora continues firmly, “to survive their craziness and protect our sanity.” The way she says it is so serious that for a second it almost sounds like she is discussing battle strategies instead of complaining about their mates. I blink once before a small laugh slips out of me. Aurora immediately points the fork at me again. “See? You think I’m joking, but wait until Caleb starts following you around because you sneezed once.” “Something similar already happened,” Anastasia shrugs, "She was sleeping beauty some time ago, remember?" Aurora gasps dramatically and sl
JuneCaleb leaves with Jake and Lucas early in the morning to find Tanya.Or more specifically, to find out where she disappeared to from what they call their pack.I wanted to go with him.The moment he told me they were leaving, I was already reaching for my jacket, already prepared to follow him out the door. Sitting around while someone who shot me walks free does not come naturally to me.But Caleb refused immediately.Not argued.Not suggested.Refused.Under normal circumstances, I would have ignored him and gone anyway. I usually do what I want, especially when someone tries telling me I cannot.But this time is different.I know it would make him worried. Angry too. And for some reason, the thought of being the reason behind that twisting tension in his eyes makes something inside me soften in a way I still do not fully understand.I do not want him feeling like that because of me.So for once, I stay.Even if I hate it.I stand near the window after they leave, watching Cale
JuneA burst of anger rolls off Caleb so suddenly that it almost feels physical.One second he is holding me, and the next he steps back like he is forcing distance between us before he loses control. His jaw clenches hard, his chest rising sharply as low growls spill from him louder than before.He looks furious.Not just angry.Livid.The air around him feels heavier somehow, charged with something raw and dangerous that makes every instinct in me sharpen.“I am going to kill her.”The words come out rough, almost snarled.For a second, I just stare at him.And then something strange happens.I feel it.Not just my own anger anymore, but his too.It crashes through me in waves, intense and protective and violent in a way that feels unfamiliar. It is like I am standing outside of it and inside it at the same time, witnessing his emotions while somehow feeling echoes of them inside myself.The rage I felt moments ago was sharp and personal.This is different.This anger burns hotter,
JuneNow alone in the room, I push the blanket off my legs and slowly stand from the bed.For a second, I wait.I know this feeling too well. The moment after transforming back. The sharp wave that usually tears through my body without warning, forcing me to curl into myself until it passes. Every bone aching, every muscle burning like I have been ripped apart and stitched back together wrong.I brace for it automatically as my feet touch the floor.But nothing happens.I straighten carefully, my hand hovering near my side as I take a cautious step forward.Still nothing.A faint ache lingers beneath the bandage, but it is nowhere near what I am used to. It is manageable. Ordinary, even.My brow furrows.Maybe it is because I have been lying down.That has to be it.I start walking slowly around the room, expecting the pain to strike once I move more. My eyes drift toward the door, then the window, my thoughts turning faster with every step I take.But nothing hits me.No sharp agony.
JuneI am propped up against a stack of pillows, still getting used to being back in my own body, when Caleb walks in with a bowl in his hands. The scent reaches me before he even gets close. Something warm. Simple. Comforting in a way I do not have a name for.He pulls a chair closer to the bed and sits down without saying much. His focus is on the bowl, on making sure it is not too hot, on doing something as ordinary as bringing me food like it matters more than anything else right now.I watch him quietly.There is something different about this moment. No urgency. No danger. Just this quiet space where it is only the two of us.He lifts the spoon, dips it into the soup, and pauses. Then he brings it closer to his lips and blows on it gently, testing the heat before turning it toward me.“Careful,” he murmurs. “It’s still warm.”For a second, I do not move.I just look at him.At the way he holds the spoon like this is something he has decided to do, not something he feels forced i
JuneOne minute I am standing there, watching Hayden and his men, every muscle in my body tight and ready, and the next everything slips.It is not gradual. It is not something I can fight.It just… goes dark.Something inside me pulls back, like I am being gently but firmly pushed away from the front of my own mind. My thoughts scatter, my control loosens, and then I am no longer the one holding the reins.I am still here.Just differently.Earlier, I didn't understand what happened to me... but now, when I am aware of my wolf... I can feel what happens. I cannot see what is happening out there, not clearly, but I can feel it. I can feel her.My wolf.She rises without hesitation, without doubt, filling the place I left behind like she was always meant to. There is no confusion in her, no second guessing. Only purpose.And I know what that purpose is.Hayden.His men.The threat.A small part of me tries to reach forward, tries to hold onto something, to stay connected, but it slips
AuroraI always pay attention to you.That single line makes everything inside me go still. Like the world just paused to see if I’d finally heard something I’d been waiting for my whole life.All my life... all my life, for as long as I can remember, I’ve just wanted to disappear from the world’s
LucasAurora sits beside me, her body turned slightly toward the window, but her attention… it’s everywhere.Her silence isn’t the kind that makes me uneasy or doubtful. It’s the kind that pulls me in. The kind that fills the car in a way noise never could. I can feel it, the quiet hum of her mind
AuroraTime slows to a cruel crawl, and all I can do is watch in frozen horror as he pulls the trigger. The sound is deafening, echoing through the café again and again until it drowns out everything else. My chest feels hollow, my world tilts, and I can barely breathe. He doesn’t even look at me. H
Lucas The first thing I notice is the warmth. Soft, golden, lazy warmth seeping through the curtains, brushing against my skin, coaxing me out of sleep. For a second, I let it hold me there, suspended in that quiet space between dreaming and waking, because it feels foreign. Unreal. I don’t slee







