LOGINJune “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
AlexeiI don’t even realize when I fall asleep, but the second I feel someone’s hand on me, I jolt awake. My body reacts before my mind catches up. I’m on my feet in an instant, moving a few steps back as Stella stands there with her fingers curling into a fist as she pulls her hand back. A blanket
Alexei Irene’s back rests against me, her body warm and soft, and my arm just hangs over her waist like it belongs there. Everyone’s gone now, the house is finally quiet. For a while, it was filled with laughter and chatter, Sophia pacing more than usual, restless in a way I couldn’t put a finger
AlexeiAlexeiMy wolf snarls so low it makes the back of my teeth ache. I can feel him pressing to the surface, hungry to react, to make her regret even thinking this would work.Irene’s fingers close around mine like an anchor. That small pressure is enough to pull the animal back a notch. And fo
IreneThe pale light spills through the ceiling-to-wall window, soft rays scattering across the floor until everything feels touched by silver. My chest tightens when I tilt my head back and stare at the full moon hanging heavy in the sky. It’s beautiful and cruel at the same time. My chest tighten







