RILEY The cold air bit into my lungs, each breath coming short and fast as I jerked hard in Desmond’s hold. The forest blurred around me, a smear of grays and whites. "Silas," I whispered, my voice breaking like thin ice. But there was no answer—only a low, guttural growl that rumbled from his chest. “I suggest you run,” Desmond murmured from behind me, his hand gripping my shoulder. His fingers dug in, just for a moment, before releasing me. The moment I felt that freedom, I bolted. The snow crunched beneath my boots as I fled, my legs shaking so badly I could barely stay upright. Laughter rippled through the air behind me. It wasn’t long before I realized I wasn’t alone anymore. The others had joined him. His pack. They were at the edges of my vision, their teeth glinting like shards of moonlight. And then he struck. The massive form slammed into me from behind, driving me face-first into the frozen ground. Pain exploded in my jaw, and I gasped as the cold burned my sk
SILASSomething warm brushed against my cheek. Gentle, slowly—like it wasn’t meant to wake me but couldn’t help doing so. My eyes snapped open, and there he was. Riley. His hand stayed on my face, his fingers trembling as he stared at me.It wasn’t relief in his eyes. Not exactly. Relief would’ve been too easy, too kind for me. No, what stared back at me was jagged and raw, a mix of anger, pain, and hate.My lips twitched into the ghost of a bitter smile, as the memory of our reversal came to my mind. Back at the farm, it had been me tending to him. Now the roles were reversed.I shifted, trying to sit up, but the weight on my wrists stopped me. Not pain—chains. Cold and tight on my wrist. My gaze flicked back to Riley, who hadn’t moved, hadn’t flinched, his hand still hovering over my skin like he wasn’t sure whether to hold on or pull away.“Riley,” I rasped, his name cracking on my tongue, the word too dry.His expression changed in an instant. His hand fell away, and his lips curl
SILAS“We have to go.”Riley shook his head again, the same sharp refusal he’d been giving me all day. Without a word, he turned and stalked back to the kitchen. I followed him, leaning against the counter as he grabbed a glass of water.This thing I’d become—the wolf—I hadn’t figured out how to settle into it yet. Everything felt too much: sounds sharper, scents stronger. It was like the world had been turned up to an unbearable volume. Even Riley’s voice, when he wasn’t careful, could scrape against my nerves like glass.And then there was us. The tension that hung in the air every time he so much as glanced at the door. My gut clenched at the thought of him leaving—my mind spinning out scenarios where he walked away and never came back.“It’s a death sentence,” Riley muttered, finally breaking the silence. His voice was rough, edged with frustration. “And he might already be—” He stopped himself, his jaw tightening as he gave me a look that said it all: *Why are we wasting our time
RILEYI couldn’t stop pacing. Every second that passed felt like a countdown to disaster. It had been over an four house since Silas disappeared into that compound, and every what if clawed at my brain.What if he was caught? What if he was dead? What if I’d already lost him, and I was too much of a coward to stop it, to follow him?“Fuck,” I hissed, gripping the car door handle. My chest heaved as I stared at the treeline where he’d vanished. I should’ve gone with him. Should’ve followed sooner.No more waiting.I swung the door open, stepped into the biting morning air, and ran toward the compound.The sun had risen, painting the sky in soft blues and yellows, but it didn’t ease the dread crawling up my spine. Birds chirped overhead, oblivious to the hell happening in my head. I reached the metal gate, gripped the cold bar, and swung over. My feet hit the snow, sending a sharp jolt up my legs.I paused, scanning the open space. Too exposed. If anyone was watching, they’d see me.I b
SILASNo, no, no...My eyes flew open, panic clawing at my chest. My neck throbbed, my head ached, and my mind was hazy as I took in my surroundings.A cage.A fucking cage just like the others.The walls were smooth, seamless glass. My reflection stared back at me, as I pressed my palms against the cold surface and shoved. My muscles strained, my breaths coming fast and shallow as I slammed my fists into it, over and over. Nothing. Not even a crack.“Fuck. Fuck!” I hissed, dragging my hands through my hair, pacing the small enclosure like a caged animal.How long had I been here? Hours? And Riley—had he realized something was wrong? Had he gotten away?God, I hoped he’d left.I slumped into the corner, my back pressed against the glass. My jaw clenched, teeth grinding as I glared at the single door in the spacious room. It stood there, silent and mocking, daring me to hope for an escape.I sat in the corner, the minutes felt like they stretched forever. The only sound was the dull rh
RILEYI couldn’t wait any longer. Orin was taking too damn long, and the thought of what he might be doing to Silas made my blood boil. So I barged in.The door slammed against Orin, sending him flying to the ground. My chest heaved as my eyes landed on Silas—trapped inside a damned glass cage. His fists were pressed against the barrier, his expression a mix of relief and fear.Orin groaned as he got to his feet, wiping blood from his nose. “You’re still following my boy like a lost pup, I see,” he sneered, straightening his stance.I didn’t let him finish. My fist collided with his jaw, snapping his head to the side. He stumbled, but not for long—his recovery was too fast.He grinned, blood trickling from his split lip. “Still as weak as you were in my basement,” he mocked before lunging at me.The memory of that basement flashed through my mind—the chains, the cold stone floor, the way he laughed every time.The hesitation cost me. His shoulder slammed into my stomach, driving us bo
RILEYThe silence was suffocating, thick like smoke in a room with no windows. My hands trembled slightly as I sat in the car, crammed into the confined space with Silas, Ronan, and Marcus. None of us had spoken since we left.Marcus.My mate. Alive.The thought circled in my head like a cruel joke, over and over again. He was here, flesh and blood, close enough to touch. But no matter how hard I tried to wrap my mind around it, no matter how much I told myself to be happy, my gut twisted in protest.Because I had seen him die.I had watched as his body crumpled, blood pooling beneath him, the knife lodged deep in his chest. I had held him, felt the life slip away from his body. That memory was seared into me like a brand. And yet, here he was. Breathing.I couldn’t bring myself to look at Silas. His silence was loud, deafening, and I didn’t need to see his face to know what he was thinking. His jaw was clenched so tight it could snap steel, and his knuckles had turned white against t
SILASMy chest burned, a wildfire of anger and jealousy that I couldn’t extinguish. Mate. Riley’s mate. Marcus. Even the name grated on me, a reminder of what I’d lost before I ever had it. Marcus wasn’t supposed to be here—he was supposed to be dead. And yet, there he was, and Riley was with him. I saw it in Riley’s eyes, in the way their hands lingered together when he pulled away from me. It gutted me. I shoved the door open, the sound echoing in the room like the crack of a whip. Ronan was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out the open window, the night air brushing against his face. I still couldn’t fully wrap my head around it—having a brother. A brother I’d let myself forget. I shut the door, the soft click echoing as I crossed the room. “I’m sorry,” Ronan said, his voice quiet, almost hesitant. He didn’t turn to look at me, just barely moved his head in acknowledgment. “I told him. That man. I told him about your change back there.” I shook my head. “It’s o
RILEYThe car smelled like us—like sex. The kind of scent that clung to everything, sticking to my skin and seeping into the leather seats. It was too much, too obvious, and I wasn’t going to risk Marcus catching it. Reaching for the box of wet wipes, I muttered, “We reek of sex. So does the car.” Silas didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. The way his jaw locked said it all, but he still parked the car with a sharp pull of the wheel. I yanked my pants down just enough to clean myself, running the wipe over my thighs, my skin still sticky with dried cum. The coolness of it made me shiver, but not as much as the way Silas was watching me, his knuckles tight on the steering wheel. I passed him a wipe. “Seriously?” he bit out, his tone a mix of irritation and anger. But he took it anyway, pulling his denim down and dragging the wipe over himself with a little too much force. “We didn’t even fuck,” he snapped, throwing the wipe onto the dashboard and leaning back against his seat
RILEYI turned my eyes from Silas’s retreating form to Marcus, and the smell of anger filled the room. The tension between them—between all of us—was suffocating, but the last thing I needed was for them to tear into each other. I couldn’t think straight as it was.“Riley,” Marcus said, his voice low, familiar, and too much all at once. The sound sent a shiver through me, a reminder of everything I thought I’d lost. Before I could protest, he grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.“What the hell was that, Marcus?” I yanked my hand free, shaking my head as I crossed my arms. The cool night air did nothing to steady me.“He started it,” he said, his voice calm like it was the most reasonable thing in the world.A scoff slipped past my lips before I could stop it. “He—? God, now you’re acting like a kid.” I leaned back against the wall, tipping my head up to the sky, desperate for some clarity.“I noticed, you know. I’m not blind,” Marcus said suddenly, his voice sharper now.I snapped m
SILASMy chest burned, a wildfire of anger and jealousy that I couldn’t extinguish. Mate. Riley’s mate. Marcus. Even the name grated on me, a reminder of what I’d lost before I ever had it. Marcus wasn’t supposed to be here—he was supposed to be dead. And yet, there he was, and Riley was with him. I saw it in Riley’s eyes, in the way their hands lingered together when he pulled away from me. It gutted me. I shoved the door open, the sound echoing in the room like the crack of a whip. Ronan was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out the open window, the night air brushing against his face. I still couldn’t fully wrap my head around it—having a brother. A brother I’d let myself forget. I shut the door, the soft click echoing as I crossed the room. “I’m sorry,” Ronan said, his voice quiet, almost hesitant. He didn’t turn to look at me, just barely moved his head in acknowledgment. “I told him. That man. I told him about your change back there.” I shook my head. “It’s o
RILEYThe silence was suffocating, thick like smoke in a room with no windows. My hands trembled slightly as I sat in the car, crammed into the confined space with Silas, Ronan, and Marcus. None of us had spoken since we left.Marcus.My mate. Alive.The thought circled in my head like a cruel joke, over and over again. He was here, flesh and blood, close enough to touch. But no matter how hard I tried to wrap my mind around it, no matter how much I told myself to be happy, my gut twisted in protest.Because I had seen him die.I had watched as his body crumpled, blood pooling beneath him, the knife lodged deep in his chest. I had held him, felt the life slip away from his body. That memory was seared into me like a brand. And yet, here he was. Breathing.I couldn’t bring myself to look at Silas. His silence was loud, deafening, and I didn’t need to see his face to know what he was thinking. His jaw was clenched so tight it could snap steel, and his knuckles had turned white against t
RILEYI couldn’t wait any longer. Orin was taking too damn long, and the thought of what he might be doing to Silas made my blood boil. So I barged in.The door slammed against Orin, sending him flying to the ground. My chest heaved as my eyes landed on Silas—trapped inside a damned glass cage. His fists were pressed against the barrier, his expression a mix of relief and fear.Orin groaned as he got to his feet, wiping blood from his nose. “You’re still following my boy like a lost pup, I see,” he sneered, straightening his stance.I didn’t let him finish. My fist collided with his jaw, snapping his head to the side. He stumbled, but not for long—his recovery was too fast.He grinned, blood trickling from his split lip. “Still as weak as you were in my basement,” he mocked before lunging at me.The memory of that basement flashed through my mind—the chains, the cold stone floor, the way he laughed every time.The hesitation cost me. His shoulder slammed into my stomach, driving us bo
SILASNo, no, no...My eyes flew open, panic clawing at my chest. My neck throbbed, my head ached, and my mind was hazy as I took in my surroundings.A cage.A fucking cage just like the others.The walls were smooth, seamless glass. My reflection stared back at me, as I pressed my palms against the cold surface and shoved. My muscles strained, my breaths coming fast and shallow as I slammed my fists into it, over and over. Nothing. Not even a crack.“Fuck. Fuck!” I hissed, dragging my hands through my hair, pacing the small enclosure like a caged animal.How long had I been here? Hours? And Riley—had he realized something was wrong? Had he gotten away?God, I hoped he’d left.I slumped into the corner, my back pressed against the glass. My jaw clenched, teeth grinding as I glared at the single door in the spacious room. It stood there, silent and mocking, daring me to hope for an escape.I sat in the corner, the minutes felt like they stretched forever. The only sound was the dull rh
RILEYI couldn’t stop pacing. Every second that passed felt like a countdown to disaster. It had been over an four house since Silas disappeared into that compound, and every what if clawed at my brain.What if he was caught? What if he was dead? What if I’d already lost him, and I was too much of a coward to stop it, to follow him?“Fuck,” I hissed, gripping the car door handle. My chest heaved as I stared at the treeline where he’d vanished. I should’ve gone with him. Should’ve followed sooner.No more waiting.I swung the door open, stepped into the biting morning air, and ran toward the compound.The sun had risen, painting the sky in soft blues and yellows, but it didn’t ease the dread crawling up my spine. Birds chirped overhead, oblivious to the hell happening in my head. I reached the metal gate, gripped the cold bar, and swung over. My feet hit the snow, sending a sharp jolt up my legs.I paused, scanning the open space. Too exposed. If anyone was watching, they’d see me.I b
SILAS“We have to go.”Riley shook his head again, the same sharp refusal he’d been giving me all day. Without a word, he turned and stalked back to the kitchen. I followed him, leaning against the counter as he grabbed a glass of water.This thing I’d become—the wolf—I hadn’t figured out how to settle into it yet. Everything felt too much: sounds sharper, scents stronger. It was like the world had been turned up to an unbearable volume. Even Riley’s voice, when he wasn’t careful, could scrape against my nerves like glass.And then there was us. The tension that hung in the air every time he so much as glanced at the door. My gut clenched at the thought of him leaving—my mind spinning out scenarios where he walked away and never came back.“It’s a death sentence,” Riley muttered, finally breaking the silence. His voice was rough, edged with frustration. “And he might already be—” He stopped himself, his jaw tightening as he gave me a look that said it all: *Why are we wasting our time
SILASSomething warm brushed against my cheek. Gentle, slowly—like it wasn’t meant to wake me but couldn’t help doing so. My eyes snapped open, and there he was. Riley. His hand stayed on my face, his fingers trembling as he stared at me.It wasn’t relief in his eyes. Not exactly. Relief would’ve been too easy, too kind for me. No, what stared back at me was jagged and raw, a mix of anger, pain, and hate.My lips twitched into the ghost of a bitter smile, as the memory of our reversal came to my mind. Back at the farm, it had been me tending to him. Now the roles were reversed.I shifted, trying to sit up, but the weight on my wrists stopped me. Not pain—chains. Cold and tight on my wrist. My gaze flicked back to Riley, who hadn’t moved, hadn’t flinched, his hand still hovering over my skin like he wasn’t sure whether to hold on or pull away.“Riley,” I rasped, his name cracking on my tongue, the word too dry.His expression changed in an instant. His hand fell away, and his lips curl