I step out of the truck, the warm afternoon sun casting its golden light across the familiar streets of the town. The air smells different here—crisper, somehow more peaceful than I remember. But maybe that's just me, noticing the quiet in a way I haven’t before. My mind feels quieter too, less consumed with the constant threat of danger, with the relentless fear of what might be lurking around the next corner. That’s behind us now. Or at least, that’s what we tell ourselves.Luke stands beside me, his hand lingering at the small of my back, a steady, grounding presence. His touch is comforting, reassuring in a way that no words could ever be. We’re not in battle mode anymore. We’re not on edge, waiting for the next attack. And yet, there’s a new kind of tension between us—a quiet, unspoken one. It’s the kind that comes with change, with healing, and maybe with the possibility of something more.“Feels strange, doesn’t it?” Luke’s voice is soft, laced with a cautious optimism. He’s sc
The moon hangs high over the town as I watch the soft flicker of the flames from the bonfire, casting shadows across the faces of the people gathered around. It’s surreal to be here, sitting amongst the pack and the townspeople, no longer on guard for danger but sharing laughter and stories, like nothing ever happened. But we’re not the same people who sat by a fire before all this began. We’ve been changed, hardened by the battles we’ve fought—some of us physically, all of us emotionally.Cheryl is sitting close to me, her body leaning into mine like it belongs there. Her warmth, her presence, it feels like home in a way I can’t describe. My arm is draped over her shoulders, keeping her anchored to me, but I don’t think she’s going anywhere. Not after everything we’ve been through. It’s a funny thing—this bond we have. When everything was chaotic, it was easy to rely on the connection between us. But now, now that the danger has passed, we’re left with something real, something that
When we finally pull apart, Cheryl’s breath mingles with mine, her forehead resting against my chest as we stand in the cool night air, our hearts beating in sync. The moonlight paints her skin in a pale silver glow, making her look almost otherworldly—ethereal, like a goddess from a myth who somehow ended up here in my arms. Her lips are still swollen from our kiss, a soft reminder of what just happened. I can’t help but feel overwhelmed by how much I’ve come to love her, this fierce, unstoppable woman who has fought by my side and somehow, through all the chaos, become my entire world.The woods around us are alive with the sounds of nature—crickets chirping, the rustle of leaves in the wind—but all of it feels distant, like we’re in our own little bubble of stillness. For the first time in what feels like forever, everything is just… quiet. No looming threats, no danger to worry about. Just us.“I wasn’t expecting that,” Cheryl says softly, her voice a little shaky but filled with
Callum and Raina’s relationship is healing, too, though it’s a slower process. They’ve been spending more time together, talking quietly when they think no one is watching. Callum’s still wary—still hurting—but 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 can’t undo what’s been done, can’t 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 she’s trying to make up for it. She never pushes too hard, never demands more than he can give, but she’s always there—steady, 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. It’s in the small things—the way he’ll linger when she talks to him, or how his eyes follow her when she’s near. I’ve known him for most of my life, and I can see the cracks forming in the wall he’s b
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. There’s still a lot to do—windows 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. We’re all standing on firmer ground now, even if it still feels shaky sometimes.Luke’s been my rock through all of this, and it’s not lost on me how deeply we’ve 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, there’s something else that’s been weighing on me, something I’ve been too scared to think about.I haven’t seen my parents since this whole nightmare started.When the conflict with the wolf hunters kicked into hi
The evening air is cool as it wraps around us, the early signs of autumn bringing a chill that makes me snuggle deeper into Luke’s 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 lives—patched together, but stronger than ever.I’m still riding the high of my first day at the Aviation College. The reality of it is finally sinking in. I’m really doing this. I’m going to become a pilot, something I’ve dreamed about for as long as I can remember. It feels surreal, like a part of me still doesn’t believe it’s possible. But Luke does. He’s believed in me all along.“How does it feel?” he asks, his voice soft as he rests his chin on top of my head.“Better than I could’ve imagined,” I murmur, closing my eyes and letting myself sink into the warmth of him. “I was so ner
The sun’s just beginning to rise over the horizon as I pull into the small parking lot outside Cheryl’s apartment. It’s 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 driver’s seat, letting the quiet hum of the city wake up around me.It’s been a strange few months since the war ended. We’ve all been healing, some of us faster than others. Cheryl’s been pouring herself into her studies, and I can’t say I blame her. I think we all needed something to focus on after everything that went down. As for me, I’ve been doing my best to juggle a new kind of life—a life that’s split between being the Alpha of our pack and being by Cheryl’s side.Shifting between the city and the pack’s territory hasn’t 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 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 that’s happened, I’ve been wanting to try new things—things that make me feel normal, grounded, and more connected to life. But trying to bake cookies without knowing what I’m doing feels like an absolute disaster in progress."Cheryl?" Luke’s 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 I’ve spent more time with him than I can count, my heart still skips a beat."What’s going on here?" He raises an eyebrow, glancing at the mess I’ve made of the kitchen—flour on the counter, the floor, and somehow even on me. He grins wider when he sees a streak