Luke's hands are on my waist, pulling me closer, his breath warm against my neck. Our lips meet in a kiss that feels electrifying, my body responding with a longing I canโt control. Just as his hands start to wander againโฆโCher!โ Lukeโs voice is urgent, cutting through the haze of sleep and desire. I sit up quickly, heart pounding from both the remnants of the dream and the unexpected interruption.โNewtonโs missing,โ Luke blurts out, his face pale under the dim light of the moon wafting through my curtains. โI need your help.โMy heart skips a beat. Newton, the sweet, young boy whoโs like a little brother to me. Missing? The words hit me like a punch to the gut.โWhat do you mean heโs missing?โ I step back, motioning for him to come inside. โWhere could he have gone?โLuke steps in, running a hand through his messy hair. โI donโt know. They said he was playing with some of the other kids close to the woods and he probably wandered off, but by the time they realized he was gone. Weโv
The preparations for Noctis are in full swing, and the pack house is bustling with activity. Pack members come and go, carrying supplies, decorating the backyard with lanterns and garlands, and setting up tables laden with food and drinks. The air is filled with excitement and a sense of anticipation. The new moon is a time for celebration and renewal, a powerful night for werewolves to embrace their gifts.I watch from the porch, my thoughts a mix of anticipation and apprehension. The Noctis celebration is something Iโve been looking forward to, but this year, it feels different. My new job as a flight attendant starts soon, and the tension between Luke and me has only grown since that night we found Newton.Marissa bustles past me, her arms full of decorations. โCheryl, can you help string these lights over the trees?โโSure,โ I say, taking some of the lights from her. As I start hanging them, I catch sight of Luke across the yard, talking with a few pack members. His eyes meet mine
โHey! Let go!โ I shout, my voice echoing through the trees.โQuiet,โ the figure growls, his breath hot and foul against my skin. The fear grips me tightly as I struggle, but heโs too strong.Just as Iโm about to scream again, a familiar growl rips through the night. The figureโs grip loosens, and I look up to see Luke in his wolf form, his eyes glowing with a fierce protective light. He lunges at the attacker, powerful and swift.The attacker stumbles back, his face a mask of shock and fear. โYou shouldnโt have come here,โ he hisses before fleeing into the darkness.Luke shifts back to human form, his face a mixture of concern and relief. He rushes to me, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches out. โCher, are you okay?โI nod, my voice shaky. โIโm fine, thanks to you. I was so scared.โHe pulls me into a tight embrace, his warmth a stark contrast to the cold night air. โIโm sorry. I shouldnโt have let you come out here alone.โโI needed to clear my head,โ I say softly, holding ont
LUKEโS POVThe pack is busy with their own activities, leaving just Cher and I in the living room. Weโve decided to spend some time together, catching up and enjoying each otherโs company after the chaos of recent events. The air is filled with an easygoing atmosphere, the kind of comfort that comes with being around someone who feels like home.Cher is curled up on the couch with a book, her legs tucked beneath her. She looks relaxed, her hair falling in soft waves around her face. Iโm sprawled in an armchair across from her, a book in hand, though my attention keeps drifting from the pages to her.We talk about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing effortlessly. Thereโs a playful undertone to our interactions, a reminder of the chemistry that still sizzles between us.โI swear,โ Cheryl says with a grin, โthis book has the most ridiculous plot twists. I donโt think the author knows what โsubtleโ means.โI chuckle, leaning forward. โOh, come on. You love it. Admit it.โโMa
The moonlight filters through the window of my room, casting a soft glow over the space. Iโm sprawled on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to shake the restless energy thatโs been gnawing at me. Itโs been days since the festival, and the weight of my emotions and the struggle to control my wolf are wearing me thin.A soft knock on my door pulls me from my thoughts. Before I can respond, Callum opens it and steps inside, his presence filling the room with a comforting familiarity.โHey, Luke,โ he says, his voice gentle but carrying an undertone of concern. โMind if I come in?โโSure, Callum,โ I reply, trying to sound casual but knowing my exhaustion is likely evident.He takes a seat at the edge of my bed, his gaze steady as he looks at me. โYouโve been on my mind. I can see how hard youโre working to keep it together.โI roll onto my side, facing him. โIโm managing. Justโฆ a lot going on.โCallum studies me for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. โItโs more than just โa lot,
CHERYLโS POVThe warm afternoon sun filters through the curtains of my bedroom, casting soft, golden light over everything. Iโm lying on my bed, my laptop open beside me, trying to finish up some work. But I canโt seem to focus. Thereโs a restlessness within me, a sensation thatโs been growing steadily over the past few days. At first, I thought it was just stress or maybe the changing seasons, but now it feels differentโmore intense.I shift uncomfortably, trying to find a position that will ease the sudden and persistent warmth spreading through my body. It feels almost like a fever, but without the sickness. My skin feels overly sensitive, tingling with every brush of the sheets. I canโt ignore the growing ache in my lower abdomen, nor the way my breaths are coming quicker and shorter.I roll onto my side, trying to shake off the mounting discomfort. โOkay, Cheryl, just breathe,โ I mutter to myself. โItโs probably just a late period or something.โI sit up, pulling my phone from th
The tension in the room is palpable as I sit next to Cheryl, my mind racing. Seeing her so vulnerable and affected by her heat is both excruciating and eye-opening. My wolf is restless, its instinct to claim and protect her roaring beneath the surface. Every time I look at her, I feel a pang of desire mixed with an overwhelming need to comfort and support her.Cherโs presence is a mixture of warmth and need, and itโs both intoxicating and painful. I can feel my control slipping, the internal struggle between my human and wolf sides intensifying. Itโs like being caught in a storm where every wave threatens to pull me under.โHey,โ I say softly, my voice almost a whisper. โHow are you holding up?โShe looks at me, her eyes reflecting a mix of relief and vulnerability. โItโs been rough. But having you here helps a lot.โI nod, though my thoughts are far from calm. โIโm glad I can be here for you. I just wish there was more I could do.โThe heat in the room seems to intensify as the night
The night air is electric with energy, the moon high and full in the sky as the Noctis ritual reaches its peak. The pack gathers around the bonfire, chanting and howling in unison, the rhythm of the drums matching the thundering beat of my heart.I see Luke come towards me and my smile falls as he pushes Donnie away and I realize the situation is serious as he calls out. โMine.โ For everyone to hear.His hand is warm and firm on my lower back, guiding me closer to the center of the circle. My skin tingles with anticipation, the heat inside me now a roaring fire. I can feel every gaze on us, the weight of the packโs attention adding to the intensity of the moment.Luke steps forward, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch. โCheryl,โ he says, his voice low and resonant, carrying the weight of the moment. โAre you ready?โI nod, my throat too tight to speak. The desire in his eyes matches the heat within me, and I know this is the moment weโve been build
As we all moved to the reception area, the atmosphere was filled with laughter and chatter. Raina and Callum were recounting their own milestones, and Cillian was engaged in a deep conversation with some of the pack members. The sense of unity and celebration was palpable, and it felt like the culmination of so many struggles and victories.I took Cherylโs hand, pulling her gently aside from the crowd. โCan we talk for a moment?โShe looked at me with a mix of curiosity and amusement. โSure, whatโs up?โWe walked to a quieter corner of the airstrip, where the sound of the crowd was a distant murmur. I glanced around to ensure we had some privacy before turning back to her. โI just wanted to say how incredibly proud I am of you. This day, this achievementโeverything youโve worked forโitโs amazing.โCherylโs cheeks flushed with a pink hue. โIt means a lot to hear you say that. Iโve worked so hard, and sometimes I wasnโt sure if it would all be worth it.โโItโs more than worth it,โ I sai
We settled onto the couch, my head resting on Lukeโs shoulder as he flipped through the channels. He landed on a cheesy action movie that promised endless explosions and improbable heroics. The sheer absurdity of it all was exactly what I needed to distract me from the tangled mess of emotions that had been swirling inside me.Luke grabbed the remote and turned up the volume, the sound of gunfire and dramatic music filling the room. โPrepare yourself,โ he said with a grin. โThis is about to get incredibly ridiculous.โI laughed, feeling the tension in my shoulders begin to ease. โIโm ready. After today, I think I can handle just about anything, including whatever this movie throws at us.โHe pulled me closer, his arm wrapping around me in a protective cocoon. โIโm not sure if I should warn you that thereโs going to be some serious plot twists or just let you be surprised.โโSurprise me,โ I said, snuggling in against him. โI could use a good laugh.โAs the movie progressed, it quickly
The evening felt like the perfect reunion. My parents sat comfortably on the couch, their familiar presence filling the room with warmth and ease. The scent of Lukeโs takeout still lingered in the air, mixing with the smell of freshly brewed tea. My mother, Muna, looked more relaxed than she had in months, her dark hair tucked behind her ear as she chatted animatedly with Luke about the city. My father, Ray, though still recovering from the injury inflicted by the wolf hunters, was a quieter but solid presence, his health having visibly improved since the last time I saw him. The sight of him sitting there, looking healthy and at peace, made my heart feel full."You know, Cheryl," my dad began, breaking from his usual quiet demeanor, "there was a time I wasn't sure I'd get to see thisโus sitting together like this. I owe a lot of that to you."His words hit me like a soft blow to the chest. I smiled, though there was a lump in my throat. "Dad, you donโt owe me anything. I was just doi
As I dig into the takeout, I catch Luke watching me with that soft, adoring expression that always makes my heart do a little flip. The food is good, and the company is better. After a long day of classes, this is exactly what I needโa quiet evening with Luke, no stress, no pressure, justโฆ us.We settle into a comfortable silence as we eat, the clatter of chopsticks and the hum of the city outside filling the space. Lukeโs arm rests on the back of the couch behind me, his warmth seeping into my skin. I lean back slightly, savoring the moment.โHow was your day?โ I ask, turning to look at him.He shrugs, his lips quirked into a half-smile. โBusy, but not too bad. Had a few meetings this morning, checked in with Callum and Raina this afternoon. Things at the pack are going well.โโGood,โ I say, genuinely relieved to hear that. The packโs been through so much, and knowing that Callum and Raina are slowly finding their footing again makes me happy. They deserve it.Luke looks at me for a
The sunlight spills through the windows, warming the small kitchen of my apartment as I stand at the counter, staring at the half-empty bag of flour. Baking was never really my thing, but after everything thatโs happened, Iโve been wanting to try new thingsโthings that make me feel normal, grounded, and more connected to life. But trying to bake cookies without knowing what Iโm doing feels like an absolute disaster in progress."Cheryl?" Lukeโs deep voice carries from the living room.I hear his footsteps approaching, and I turn just in time to see him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, with that smirk that makes my stomach flip every time. His black T-shirt clings to his chest in all the right ways, and even though Iโve spent more time with him than I can count, my heart still skips a beat."Whatโs going on here?" He raises an eyebrow, glancing at the mess Iโve made of the kitchenโflour on the counter, the floor, and somehow even on me. He grins wider when he sees a streak
The sunโs just beginning to rise over the horizon as I pull into the small parking lot outside Cherylโs apartment. Itโs a modest place on the outskirts of the city, not too far from her aviation college but far enough to give her some space from the chaos of the pack. I kill the engine and take a moment to sit back in the driverโs seat, letting the quiet hum of the city wake up around me.Itโs been a strange few months since the war ended. Weโve all been healing, some of us faster than others. Cherylโs been pouring herself into her studies, and I canโt say I blame her. I think we all needed something to focus on after everything that went down. As for me, Iโve been doing my best to juggle a new kind of lifeโa life thatโs split between being the Alpha of our pack and being by Cherylโs side.Shifting between the city and the packโs territory hasnโt been easy. I never realized how complicated it could get, managing the responsibilities of leading the pack while also figuring out how to r
The evening air is cool as it wraps around us, the early signs of autumn bringing a chill that makes me snuggle deeper into Lukeโs embrace. His arms are warm and strong, holding me close as we stand on the porch of the pack house. The house itself is almost fully rebuilt now, the scaffolding mostly gone, the fresh wood standing proudly where the old had been torn away. It feels like a symbol of our own livesโpatched together, but stronger than ever.Iโm still riding the high of my first day at the Aviation College. The reality of it is finally sinking in. Iโm really doing this. Iโm going to become a pilot, something Iโve dreamed about for as long as I can remember. It feels surreal, like a part of me still doesnโt believe itโs possible. But Luke does. Heโs believed in me all along.โHow does it feel?โ he asks, his voice soft as he rests his chin on top of my head.โBetter than I couldโve imagined,โ I murmur, closing my eyes and letting myself sink into the warmth of him. โI was so ner
The air is crisp as the early autumn wind sweeps through the trees, carrying with it the scent of wood smoke and damp earth. The pack house is finally taking shape again, the framework standing strong after weeks of intense work. Thereโs still a lot to doโwindows to install, walls to paint, but it feels like progress, real progress. More than that, it feels like a reflection of where we all are. Weโre all standing on firmer ground now, even if it still feels shaky sometimes.Lukeโs been my rock through all of this, and itโs not lost on me how deeply weโve both changed. Somewhere between the battles and rebuilding, we found each other in a way I never expected. Loving him has been the one steady thing when everything else was chaos. But as strong as my feelings for Luke are, thereโs something else thatโs been weighing on me, something Iโve been too scared to think about.I havenโt seen my parents since this whole nightmare started.When the conflict with the wolf hunters kicked into hi
Callum and Rainaโs relationship is healing, too, though itโs a slower process. Theyโve been spending more time together, talking quietly when they think no one is watching. Callumโs still waryโstill hurtingโbut I can see the way he looks at her, the way his walls are slowly coming down.Raina knows that Callum needs time. She knows she canโt undo whatโs been done, canโt erase the mistakes she made when she got involved with the hunters. But the way she moves around him now, careful but committed, shows how much sheโs trying to make up for it. She never pushes too hard, never demands more than he can give, but sheโs always thereโsteady, like a rock in the middle of a river. I respect that about her, even after everything that happened.Callum, though still guarded, is beginning to soften. Itโs in the small thingsโthe way heโll linger when she talks to him, or how his eyes follow her when sheโs near. Iโve known him for most of my life, and I can see the cracks forming in the wall heโs b