SILASFor the past few days, I couldn’t go five minutes without feeling his glare on me, sharp like he wanted me dead—and maybe he did. He wasn’t even trying to hide It. Every time I walked into the room, his shoulders went stiff, his jaw clenched, and those piercing hazel eyes followed me like I was something to be hunted.And fuck if I didn’t keep putting myself right in his crosshairs.It didn’t make sense. I should’ve kept my distance, left him alone to stew in his anger and whatever wild instincts made him tick. But instead, I was drawn to him, as if the hostility coming off him in waves was a challenge I couldn’t back down from.He hated me—he’d made that crystal clear. And yet, I couldn’t stop watching him, couldn’t stop being aware of him. The way his muscles tensed when he moved, the tension in his frame like he was always on the verge of springing into action. He looked at me like he was deciding whether I was worth the effort of ripping apart.I wasn’t stupid. I knew what h
SILASI didn’t know how long I sat there waiting for Riley to come back—or why the hell I even bothered. It was pathetic, really. I was sprawled out on my couch, staring blankly at the TV when the first crack of thunder rumbled through the night. A storm was coming, and it wasn’t a light drizzle. This one was going to pour like hell.I flicked a glance toward the door. Still nothing. Gritting my teeth, I forced my eyes back to the screen. Some mindless bullshit was playing, but no matter how hard I tried to focus, my thoughts kept drifting back to him. “He’s got to have some kind of spell on me,” I muttered bitterly, knowing it was just an excuse. The truth? I was the one fucking myself up over him. That damned kid was trouble—had been from the second I laid eyes on him. But thinking it didn’t make it go away. I clenched my fists, replaying the way his lips felt against mine, the way his body— “Christ.” The word tore out of me like a curse, and I shoved off the couch, pacing the r
RILEYThree hours in that damn truck, and Scout had just been a whimpering mess in the back while I tried to focus, my fingers digging through his fur. It didn’t help that the silence swallowed us whole, stretching the tension between us until it became fucking unbearable.Silas’ jaw had been clenched so tight, his knuckles were about to break the steering wheel. His hair had been all wet and sticking to his face like some kind of tortured fucking god, and his muscles had been tight, strung out with rage.Yeah. He was pissed. Really pissed.“You’re bleeding all over the place,” I muttered, my voice rough. He didn’t even twitch. Just kept staring straight ahead, like the road was the only thing keeping him from snapping.Nothing. Not even a fucking grunt.“Where are we going?” I asked, but I already knew the answer. Nowhere good. Silence answered me again. That shit started to piss me off.“Okay, what the fuck is your problem?” I snapped, not caring that I gritted my teeth. “Do you rea
RILEY We got off the train in Duluth and crammed into a cab, Scout trembling in my arms. I kept my mouth shut as Silas muttered an address to the driver, somewhere in Superior. His body language screamed don’t talk to me, and honestly, I wasn’t in the mood for more of his brooding silence either. The city lights faded into quieter streets and then into nothing but endless darkness. The further we went, the more my nerves spiked. The cold air seeped into the cab even with the windows rolled up, and my wolf stirred uneasily under my skin. The cab slowed as we reached the edge of a massive lake, where a house stood near the water like something out of an old ghost story. It was big—too big, with its wide glass windows staring out at the dock like soulless eyes. “This is it,” Silas muttered, throwing cash at the driver before climbing out. I followed reluctantly, Scout curling tighter against me as the biting cold hit like a slap. Silas didn’t even look back to check if I was behin
SILAS“Hey, Jade,” I said the second she picked up. The chaos on her end was impossible to miss—voices clashing, doors slamming, and Jade swearing like her life depended on it.“Sy? Is that you? Jesus Christ, not now!” she snapped, her breath heavy in my ear.“Yeah, I know, bad timing,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “But I need your help.”The sounds on her end dulled for a second, and then the unmistakable thud of a door slamming shut echoed down the line. “Is it him again?” she asked, her voice tight with accusation. “Sy, this isn’t going to end well. You know that, right?”My grip on the phone tightened as I glanced back toward Riley. He was on the floor, sitting cross-legged with Scout sprawled across his lap. His hands moved gently over Scout’s fur, and for a second, I caught the faintest flicker of a smile on Riley’s face. It was small. Barely there. But it twisted something inside me.“It’s not about him,” I “It’s Scout,” I said through gritted teeth. “He’s hurt
SILASMemory from nine years ago…I was nineteen when I had my first boyfriend.Jake was everything I never knew I needed—confident, wild, and so unapologetically himself that it made me ache just to look at him. He was my first love, and though I never said the words out loud, I think he knew.That weekend, the house was mine. Orin had gone hunting with his friends, leaving the house all to me. Jake had come over the moment I told him we’d have the place to ourselves.“Silas, fuck—too much. Too much,” Jake panted, his head thrown back, hands clutching the couch cushions.He was two years older than me.“Shh, I’ve got you,” I murmured, pressing kisses to his temple, holding him as I pushed another finger inside. He was heat and softness, and everything about him made me ache. Jake’s green eyes locked on mine as his lips trembled into a smile. “I want you. Now,” he whispered, voice breaking like a plea. I swallowed hard, barely holding myself together. It was my first time, his too
RILEYMy body burned under his touch, every nerve alive and sparking like electricity where Silas’s fingers brushed my skin. It was too much and not enough, all at once. No matter how many times I told myself to pull back, to stop—because it had barely been two weeks since Marcus died—I couldn’t.The guilt was there, but it wasn’t strong enough to win. He never claimed us fully, I thought, and my wolf stirred in agreement. If anything, he was pushing me forward, urging me to take this, to take him.A moan slipped from my lips as Silas’s mouth found my jaw, biting and sucking in a way that had my legs threatening to give out. My hands clung to his shoulders, gripping his shirt like a lifeline, but nothing could ground me—not when his hands slid down to my waist, pulling me in until I felt the hard press of his cock against my thigh.“Silas,” I gasped into his mouth, tangling my fingers in his hair and tugging, needing more, needing everything.He groaned, deep and rough, and the sound
SILAS Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I was completely screwed. Riley had finally fallen asleep, his eyes swollen and red after pouring his heart out. “If I found them, I’d rip their throats out,” he’d said, and I couldn’t shake the words from my head. All I could think about was that day. I was the kid. I was there when his mother was killed—by my parents. My hands trembled as I shoved them into my hair, pulling at the roots to stay grounded. Was this a coincidence? Or was fate just playing a sick joke, trying to screw me over? I glanced back at Riley, his body restless even in sleep. When he shifted and mumbled something incoherent, my chest tightened. My gut twisted so hard it felt like it was trying to crawl up my throat. I tore my gaze away, jaw clenching, and pushed myself to my feet. Barefoot and silent, I slipped out of the room. What the hell would he do if he knew? If he found out he was in the house of the people who killed his mother? Sleeping in the bed—hell, slee
SILAS“Do you think he’s coming?” Ronan asked as I paced back and forth across the living room.“He’ll come,” I muttered for what had to be the hundredth time.Two days. It had been two days since Riley’s heat had passed, and we finally left the house to find Ronan missing. His scent lingered faintly in the pack’s territory, but I’d scoured every inch, every crack, every shadow, and there was no sign of him.And that was when the worry began to creep in.I couldn’t stop thinking about Liam—about how I’d caught him watching us that night. About the way he watched me. I’d wanted to prove him wrong, show him I didn’t need him or his mate bond. Not when I had Riley.But now, regret curled in my gut. What if I’d pushed him too far? What if my pettiness, my anger, had driven him to do something to hurt me? What if he had hurt Ronan?The sound of footsteps on the porch dragged me out of my thoughts. I rushed to the door and yanked it open, relief flooding me for a split second when I saw Ron
UNKNOWN POVI could’ve left. Should’ve, honestly. But I stayed. Watched them. Watched him.My wolf clawed beneath my skin, restless and desperate, demanding something I refused to give it. Silas. That man—a thorn in my side, a stain on my existence. A goddamn inconvenience.And yet, I couldn’t stop watching him. The tension, the chaos. It pulled me in like a sickness I didn’t want cured.“I want to reject you as my mate,” Riley said, and my brows shot up, surprised despite myself.It was unexpected. Beautiful, even. Riley, the ever-loyal shadow, the one who clung to Marcus like a parasite, willing to endure anything just to remain by his side. For him to say something like that? It was unthinkable.Marcus didn’t take it well. The shift was immediate—anger rippling through the air so thick it could suffocate. Anyone within reach of him could feel it, taste it, choke on it.The fight came fast as expected. Words sharp as claws, tearing into each other until there was nothing left but wo
SILASThe full moon hung high in the sky, bathing the forest in silver light. Tonight was the pack run, and while everyone else seemed eager, all I could think about was Ronan. Since I’d found him, he’d been calm to the point of indifference—aloof, even—but lately, cracks had started to show. When I asked him if something was wrong, he’d brush it off with a curt *I’m fine,* but I wasn’t so sure. “Silas,” Riley’s voice cut through the hum of chatter. He pushed past the gathered wolves,m until he stopped in front of me. I straightened, pushing off the tree I’d been leaning against. “Where’s Ronan?” Riley asked, glancing around the clearing. I clenched my jaw, feeling slightly frustrated. I’d asked him over and over to join the run, but his answer never changed. No. He hated how he looked when he shifted, and no matter what I said, he wouldn’t budge. Eventually, I’d had to respect his decision. I clenched my jaw and shook my head. “He’s not coming,” I said, trying to keep my
RILEY“I can’t believe Liam fucking escaped,” Marcus said, pacing across the room. His voice was loud, his movements jerky, but I stayed where I was—leaning against the wall, arms folded. Watching. He turned, his expression softening as his eyes landed on me. “You must be scared,” he murmured, stepping closer and resting a hand on my arm. But I wasn’t scared. Not about that, anyway. Liam’s escape was the least of my worries. The real problem was standing in front of me. I didn’t know how to tell him. How to make him understand that things weren’t the same anymore, that my heart didn’t belong to him now—it belonged to Silas. Marcus sighed, his jaw tightening. “I even asked him to stay, but he fucking refused. He’d rather risk being hunted than join a pack that could protect him.” I frowned, pulling away slightly. “Who?” “Silas,” Marcus said, his voice quiet but hard, his hand gripping my shoulder like he could pin me in place. “Make him stay, Riley. Him and Ronan. They ca
SILAS“Talk,” Marcus growled, his voice low and sharp. I stayed where I was, leaning back in my seat in a tree, arms folded as I kept my glare locked on the man tied to the tree. “I’d be dead either way,” the man said with a twisted grin, blood smearing his teeth. His words only seemed to irritate Marcus further. Marcus crouched, his massive frame closing the distance between them until their faces were inches apart. “You will m be dead either way if you don’t talk,” he said, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. “And it’ll be the worst fucking way imaginable.” His hand shot out, gripping the man’s hair, yanking his head back hard enough to make him wince. “Why the fuck are you in my mountains? Why are you attacking us?” The man hesitated, his eyes darting between us like a cornered animal, before a weary sigh escaped his lips. “We were looking for you,” he said. The words had my entire body locking up. My muscles tensed as I straightened in my seat, my attention fully focus
RILEY“Riley, sleep. I’ll keep watch.” I shook my head, my focus locked on the stretch of darkness beyond the fire. My back stayed pressed to the tree, every muscle tense as I listened for the faintest sound. There was no way I was letting my guard down. Not with those rogues out there. “I’m good,” I said, dragging a hand over my face. Marcus didn’t say anything at first. Then I heard him move. He stepped closer, and before I could stop him, he draped a thick blanket over my shoulders. He didn’t stop there—he settled beside me, his body warm against mine. I didn’t push him away. But maybe I should have. Because when I glanced up, I saw them—Silas, sitting just beyond the fire. His blue eyes locked on us, watching, jaw clenched. His gaze was like a punch to my chest, and no matter how hard I tried to look away, I couldn’t. Marcus shifted closer, pressing his nose against my neck. His breath was warm on my skin, and sparks flickered to life under his touch. They used to
RILEYThe scream ripped from my throat before I could stop it, the sound tearing through the cold air. The wolf lunged toward me in a blur of brow fur.I’d been too focused on Silas—on checking to make sure he wasn’t hurt—to notice the other wolf stalking me.It came fast, too fast, and I barely managed to jump to the side in time. My boots sank into the snow, the ground dragging me down. I cursed as I stumbled back, a sharp pain shot through my ribs when I hit the frozen earth.Before I could recover, it charged again. But this time, I was ready. My claws shot out, deadly, and a low, guttural growl rolled from my chest as the wolf leapt at me. From where I lay, I thrust my arm upward, slamming my clawed hand into its neck. Warm blood spilled over my fingers, staining me and the snow red as the massive creature collapsed beside me.“Fuck,” I muttered, rolling its heavy body off me with a groan. My chest heaved as I laid flat on my back, the icy cold seeping through my clothes.For a m
SILAS“Can I at least put on my pants?” Riley asked, his brows knitting together as he reached for the jeans on the floor.I tightened my grip around his ankle, pulling him closer by the good leg, refusing to let him escape. “No. Let’s talk first.” My voice was stronger than I felt, even as my pulse hammered like a drum. Because somehow, as fucked up as this was—being stuck here, in this cave, with no one but him—I was grateful. Grateful for the fall, the attack, all of it. Grateful to finally have him. Alone.Our faces were so close now that I could feel the heat of his breath against my lips. His heart pounded fast and wild, mirroring mine, and for one brief second, I swore I saw the words forming in his mind.We can’t.But I didn’t want that. Christ, I didn’t want that. What I wanted—what I needed—was for him to look at me the way he used to. Like I was everything. Like I wasn’t just… there. Like Marcus had never come back to from the dead.But instead of meeting my gaze, his eyes
RILEYThe sun hadn’t even thought about rising when we were moving again, and just like yesterday, the tension hung between us like a loaded gun waiting for someone to pull the trigger. “I can’t smell anything. Are you sure this isn’t a dead lead?” Ronan’s voice cut through the quiet, low and gravelly, and it was the first time I’d heard him talk since we started the hunt. I bit the inside of my cheek because he wasn’t wrong. There was nothing. Just the faint scent of fox and deer buried under layers of snow, and even the occasional wild wolf wasn’t enough to set me on edge. If the rogues had passed through here, we would’ve known. Their foul stench should’ve been clinging to every frozen surface, lingering in the air like a warning. But there was nothing. “Two pack members were hit. They saw them,” Marcus said, his words clipped as he pushed forward, his shoulders tense and I could tell even he was feeling frustrated already. The snow only got deeper, more unforgiving, but he d