I’m driving down the winding road that leads to the forest retreat my family manages. The morning air is crisp, and the sunlight filters through the trees in a way that always makes me appreciate the natural beauty around here. It’s one of the perks of the job—the chance to be immersed in nature while handling the family business.My phone buzzes on the passenger seat, a reminder of the long list of tasks I need to tackle today. I’ve got meetings with suppliers, a review of the new renovation plans, and a check-in with the staff to ensure everything is running smoothly. It’s a lot, but it’s part of the job, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.I pull into the parking lot of the main lodge, taking a deep breath before heading inside. The place is bustling with activity, and I’m greeted by familiar faces—staff members who’ve become like family over the years. I get right to work, diving into the day’s agenda.By mid-afternoon, I’ve managed to get through most of my meetings and touch b
My mind is racing through potential scenarios and strategies, but I can’t shake the nagging feeling that we’re running out of time. Just as I’m about to make another phone call, the door to my office swings open, and Cheryl walks in, a bright smile on her face. She’s carrying a small basket of what looks like homemade treats, her eyes twinkling with excitement.“Surprise!” she announces cheerfully, stepping into the room. “I thought I’d bring you a little something to brighten your day. And, you know, maybe make the work a bit more bearable.”I blink at her, momentarily stunned. “Cheryl! I didn’t expect to see you today. What’s all this?”She sets the basket down on the edge of my desk and looks around the cluttered space with a playful grin. “Well, you looked like you could use a break. I figured homemade cookies and a bit of company might help.”I manage a smile, though I’m keenly aware of how much I still need to get done. “That’s incredibly thoughtful of you. I’m just a bit swampe
Raina shakes her head. “Not much, but I can tell he’s worried. The pack’s been on high alert, but they’re trying not to panic anyone. If there’s something bigger going on, they’re keeping it close to the chest.”A sense of unease settles over me. I’ve seen Luke’s tension, the way he checks his phone more often, the quiet conversations he has with his father and brother when they think I’m not paying attention. And now that Raina’s confirmed what I’ve been sensing, it feels like a weight pressing down on my chest.“What should we do?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.“Stay vigilant,” Raina says, her tone firm but comforting. “And keep your eyes open. If you notice anything out of the ordinary, let someone know. We’re in this together, Cheryl.”I nod, trying to take comfort in her words, but the gnawing feeling in my gut won’t go away. “I just wish I knew more. I hate feeling like something bad is coming, and I’m powerless to stop it.”Raina reaches out, squeezing my hand. “You’r
The world outside fades away completely, and it’s just the two of us, lost in our own private paradise. The romantic setting, the candles, the necklace—it all adds to the magic of the moment, making everything feel even more intense and beautiful.As we continue to kiss and touch, the intimacy we share feels more than just physical; it’s a deep, emotional bond that makes every touch, every kiss feel like a celebration of our love. Eventually, the intensity of the moment softens, and we find ourselves lying together on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms. The firelight dances over us, casting a warm glow that feels like it’s part of our own little world. I snuggle closer, feeling the steady rise and fall of Luke’s chest beneath me in this quiet, intimate space, surrounded by the soft light and the warmth of our love, I feel a profound sense of contentment and happiness. The night passes in a comfortable blur of warmth and closeness. We drift off to sleep on the couch, wrapped in ea
It’s been two days of relentless searching, but the woods are empty, and the warehouse offers no new leads. Every step I take feels heavier, my heart sinking with each false hope that fades away. The pack is exhausted, their faces marked by fatigue and frustration, and I can’t shake the guilt gnawing at me.Callum, and my father, the pack’s alpha, finally call us together. His expression is stern, but there’s a hint of sadness in his eyes that mirrors my own. “We’ve covered a lot of ground, but we’re not making any progress,” he says, his voice carrying the weight of authority. “We need to regroup and come up with a new plan.”The pack murmurs in agreement, their weariness evident. I know Callum is right—we’ve pushed ourselves to the limit, and continuing in this state is only going to make things worse. But it doesn’t make the decision any easier.I stand at the edge of the gathering, my gaze fixed on the ground. The weight of responsibility presses down on me. I can’t shake the feel
I’ve lost track of time, each hour blending into the next as I’m moved from one location to another. The places are dark and cold, and I’ve become accustomed to the harsh reality of being constantly on the move. My hands are bound, and the ropes chafe against my skin, but the physical discomfort is secondary to the fear and anxiety gnawing at me.The wolf hunters are relentless, questioning a barrage of demands and threats. They want information—anything they can use to their advantage. Each time they ask a question, their voices are laced with a menacing undertone that makes my skin crawl.“What’s your mate planning?” one of them demands, his voice rough and unforgiving. “We know you’re connected to him. Tell us where he is.”I can’t bring myself to answer. The bond between Luke and me is a lifeline, a thread that connects us even though we’re apart. I cling to that connection, drawing strength from it, even though it’s faint and intermittent. The thought of giving away any informati
I look up at him, my heart sinking as I try to read his intentions. “What are you talking about?” I ask, my voice steady despite the rising anxiety.He smirks, the expression almost cruel. “I’m handing you over to the hunters. They’ve been patient, but their patience is wearing thin. They’re not as... merciful as I’ve tried to be.”My stomach drops at his words. “You can’t be serious. You’re just going to hand me over to them?”Donovan’s eyes flash with something akin to vindication. “I’ve tried to reason with them, but they’re not interested in negotiating. You’re about to find out just how far they’re willing to go to get what they want.”My mind races as I process the gravity of the situation. The hunters’ reputation for cruelty is well-known, and the thought of what they might do to me is terrifying. But panic won’t help me escape; I need a plan, and I need to act quickly.Donovan steps closer, his tone almost taunting. “I’d say good luck, but I doubt you’ll get any. They’re not g
I drive Cheryl to her parents' house, my grip on the steering wheel tight as I navigate the quiet streets. The tension in the car is palpable. Cheryl’s shaken, and I can see the fear in her eyes as she stares out the window, lost in her thoughts. I want to reassure her, but words seem inadequate right now.When we pull up to her parents' house, I can see the lights on and the front door slightly open, a beacon of warmth and safety in the darkness. Cheryl’s parents are standing there, their faces a mix of worry and relief. As soon as I put the car in park, they rush out to greet us, their expressions softening as they see Cheryl.“Cheryl!” her mother exclaims, her voice trembling with emotion. “Oh, thank God, you’re safe!”Cheryl’s father wraps her in a tight embrace, his relief evident. I can see the tears in his eyes as he holds her close. Cheryl clings to him, her own tears flowing freely as she finally lets go of some of the fear she’s been holding in.“We were so worried,” her mot