FinleyI barely sleep. How could I when Nova paces restlessly all night, whining for her new mate while simultaneously reaching for the old bond that has haunted us for two years? My body feels like a battleground between competing instincts, and by dawn, I'm exhausted.Mom brings tea to my room early, perching on the edge of my bed with concern etched into her face."How are you feeling?" she asks, handing me the steaming mug."Like I've been hit by a truck." I take a grateful sip, the herbal concoction calming Nova slightly. "Is there some kind of record for fastest mate rejection? Because I think I'm about to break it.""Finley." Mom's voice is gentle but firm. "You don't know that he's going to reject you.""You heard him. He's promised to someone else." The words taste bitter. "Territorial alliances come before mate bonds, apparently."She sighs, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear like she used to do when I was little. But she doesn’t argue. "It doesn't matter now." I pull aw
Liam I shouldn't have followed them.It was a violation of privacy, an act beneath my position as Glass Lake Beta. But when I saw Parker leading Finley away from the path toward the lake, something in me snapped. Storm surged forward with such force that I found myself trailing them before I could think better of it.Now, crouched behind the trees at the edge of the clearing, I listen to Parker tell Finley everything she wants to hear. Everything I never gave her."I can't reject you, Finley Bennett. Not when every cell in my body is screaming that you're mine."Storm growls, the sound vibrating in my chest. She was ours first, he reminds me. We rejected her.As if I could forget. Two years of pretending I don't feel the bond tugging at me across territories. Two years of telling myself I made the right choice. Two years of watching the light in Ryleigh's eyes slowly dim as she realizes something fundamental changed between us that night.When the blonde woman appears, interrupting th
LiamKaden pulls me aside as soon as we're in the corridor."What the hell was that?" he demands, his voice low. "Since when do you care about mate bonds and their sanctity?"I shake my head, unable to articulate the storm of emotions raging inside me. "I need some air."He doesn't try to stop me as I push past him, heading for the nearest exit. Once outside, I gulp in deep breaths, trying to clear my head. Storm paces anxiously, pushing me to find Finley, to talk to her, to explain.But what would I say? Sorry I rejected you but got pissed when another guy did the same thing? Sorry I'm jealous even though I have no right to be? Sorry I've been lying to myself for two years?My phone buzzes in my pocket. Ryleigh. Guilt immediately floods me."Hey," I answer, trying to sound normal."Hey yourself," she says, her voice warm but tinged with worry. "How's it going? Any progress on the training program?"The training program. Right. The reason I'm supposed to be here. "It's... complicated.
FinleyToday’s council meeting runs late into the evening. By the time it's over, my head pounds with the effort of maintaining a calm, confident facade while fielding thinly veiled questions about my "complicated personal situation."Bradley is the only council member who doesn't skirt around the issue, instead addressing it directly."With all due respect to the more orthodox members of this council," he says, his voice carrying across the room, "two Alpha bloodlines choosing the same mate speaks to strength, not weakness. Our pack would benefit from such powerful connections, regardless of the... personal complications."I should be grateful for his support, but something about the calculating look in his eyes makes me uneasy. It feels less like he's supporting me and more like he's positioning himself favorably for whatever comes next.Now, as I make my way back to my cabin, all I want is a hot shower and sleep—preferably dreamless. Nova is still unsettled, whining and pacing benea
Finley"I'm going back to Mountain Ridge tomorrow," Dane continues. And I let him, despite his time being up minutes ago. "To speak with my father. To end the arrangement with Silver Creek formally."My heart skips despite my best efforts to remain unmoved. "Your father won't accept that easily.""No," he agrees. "He won't. There will be consequences. For me. For Mountain Ridge. Possibly for Forest Trails too.""Yet you're willing to face them?" I can't keep the skepticism from my voice. "Just like that?""Not 'just like that.'" He reaches for me, his hand hovering near my face without touching, waiting for permission I'm not ready to give. "I've spent the last two days fighting what I know is right. Fighting what the Moon Goddess clearly wants. Fighting what I want.""And what is it you want?" I ask, hating how vulnerable the question makes me feel.His eyes darken, pupils expanding as Summit rises closer to the surface. "You. Us. Whatever that looks like. However complicated it might
Dane The Mountain Ridge compound rises from the mist as I approach, its stone walls and watchtowers as imposing as they were when I left. Home. Though it feels less like a sanctuary and more like a battlefield today.Summit stirs restlessly as we pass through the main gates, guards snapping to attention as they recognize me. Three hours of driving with my wolf pacing anxiously beneath my skin has left me raw, on edge. Every mile that separated me from Finley was physical torture, the mate bond pulling me back toward Forest Trails with increasing urgency.But this needs to be done. I made her a promise, and I intend to keep it."Alpha Parker is expecting you in his study," the head guard informs me, his expression carefully neutral. News travels fast in wolf packs. No doubt everyone knows what happened at Forest Trails by now.I nod my acknowledgment and head toward the main house—a sprawling stone structure that looms over the rest of the compound. The building has stood for over a ce
Dane "You knew this when you arranged the match with Aria," I realize the truth even as I fling the accusation at my father. His scheming truly knows no bounds, though I’m not sure why I'm surprised. "It was never just about territory or numbers.""I built all of this for you," he says, gesturing to the window, to the pack lands beyond. "Everything I've done—every alliance, every negotiation, every sacrifice—was to ensure you would be the most powerful Alpha our kind has ever known."The weight of his ambition presses down on me like a physical force. "And if I choose differently?"His face hardens. "Then you choose to throw away everything our family has built for generations. You choose to weaken Mountain Ridge rather than strengthen it.""That's not fair.""Leadership rarely is." He returns to his desk, pulling out a formal document. "Silver Creek has already signed the mating agreement. The official announcement is scheduled for next week's full moon gathering."The timing couldn'
FinleyThe moon is nearly full tonight. I can feel it pulling at Nova, making her restless beneath my skin as I stack supplies in my cabin. Water bottles. Protein bars. Enough food to last several days without needing to leave.Preparations I've made alone for the past two years."You really think he's coming back?" Tara asks from my small kitchen where she's helping organize the provisions. She's the only one I've trusted with the full story—both Liam's rejection and Dane's promise."I don't know." I try to keep my voice neutral, but Nova whines at the doubt. My body is already beginning to betray me, skin flushed and overly sensitive as the pre-heat symptoms build. "He said he would.""Men say a lot of things." She gives me a pointed look. "Especially when they want something."I can't argue with that. "This is different. The mate bond—""Didn't stop Stone from walking away." She softens her tone at my flinch. "Sorry. I just don't want to see you hurt again.""Neither do I." I close
Finley"Are you sure about this arrangement?" Dad asks, his voice low as we stand outside the secure wing where Liam is recovering. "All three of you in such close proximity, given the... situation?"I maintain a neutral expression despite the awkwardness of discussing my love life with my father. "It's the most practical solution. If our bloodlines are what these creatures are targeting, we need to maintain a unified defense.""Practical," he repeats, a hint of skepticism in his tone. "And the emotional aspects?""Are secondary," I finish firmly. "We're all adults, Dad. We can handle complicated feelings while focusing on the crisis at hand."He studies me for a moment, parental concern warring with Alpha pragmatism. "Dane Parker made a significant public declaration today. One that will have lasting consequences for all involved.""I'm aware." I keep my voice steady despite Nova's restless stirring at the mention of Dane's name. "But one declaration doesn't erase past actions. Trust
Dane Suddenly, my decision solidifies and I feel a perfect peace settle over me. I know what I have to do. What I should have done weeks ago, when I first recognized Finley as my mate. What I've been too cowardly, too bound by obligation, to admit even to myself."There will be no announcement ceremony tomorrow," I say, my voice carrying clearly to everyone gathered.Aria's perfect composure slips, confusion creasing her brow. "What?""I cannot and will not proceed with the arranged mating," I continue, addressing not just Aria but the gathered wolves, and by extension, my father. "I respect Silver Creek and the alliance our packs have built. But I cannot enter a mating bond that contradicts the Moon Goddess's will.""You can't be serious," Aria hisses under her breath. "This arrangement has been years in development. Both our packs have invested everything in this alliance.""I am entirely serious." I maintain steady eye contact, owing her that much respect. "And I apologize for the
Dane As I leave Alpha Bennett’s office, my phone vibrates with an incoming call. Father. Again. The twelfth call in as many hours. I've been avoiding him since returning to Forest Trails, knowing each conversation will just tighten the trap around me. But I can't delay the inevitable forever.I answer as I step outside, the afternoon sun offering no warmth against the chill of impending confrontation. "Father.""Where are you?" His voice is controlled but cold, tension vibrating beneath the surface. "The Silver Creek delegation has arrived. Aria is asking for you. The ceremonial preparations cannot proceed without your presence.""I'm at Forest Trails," I reply, keeping my tone neutral despite Summit's growing agitation. "There have been developments. Critical information about the entities attacking multiple packs.""Whatever territorial disputes Forest Trails is experiencing are their concern, not ours." His dismissal is absolute. "Your duty is to Mountain Ridge. To our alliance wit
DaneThe energy from the ritual still pulses through my veins as I make my way to Alpha Bennett's office. That moment of connection—Finley, Liam, and me forming a perfect circuit of power—has left Summit restless and contemplative. It felt right in a way I'm not prepared to examine too closely.But I don't have the luxury of dwelling on it. Not with what I discovered in the Mountain Ridge archives. Not with what's coming.Alpha Bennett looks up as I enter, the strain of recent days evident in the new lines around his eyes. "Enforcer Parker. Welcome back. I understand we have you to thank for assisting with Liam's healing."I don’t miss the way he takes every opportunity to use my current title to demean me the same way my father deos by insisting I work fro him. Assholes, both of them. Though now, with Finley in the picture, I’m no longer sure Alpha is a role I’m destined for. "I did what was necessary," I reply, standing at formal attention. "But that's not why I'm here."His express
FinleyTo my surprise, Storm responds—not with submission, but with recognition. Wolf to wolf, Alpha to Beta. The grip on my wrist eases slightly, though Liam's eyes remain that uncanny blue."Finley," Celina directs, "remind him of pack bonds. Of human connections. His wolf is fighting, but his human needs anchoring."I lean closer, maintaining our healing circle while meeting Storm's gaze directly. "Liam, I know you can hear me. Hold on to Storm, but don't let him take over. Remember who you are. Glass Lake’s Beta. Kaden's second. The pack needs you. We need you."Something flickers in those wolf-blue eyes—recognition, determination, the human fighting to resurface. The black veins across his chest pulse once more, then begin to recede, the unnatural darkness gradually giving way to normal wound coloration.Celina's chanting reaches a crescendo. A final pulse of energy flows through our circle—from my connection to the territory, through Liam's wounded body, through Dane's stabilizin
Finley"His temperature's still rising," I tell Celina, pressing a cold cloth to Liam's forehead. His skin burns beneath my touch, unnaturally hot even for a wolf's naturally elevated body temperature. The wounds across his chest have turned an alarming shade of black at the edges, dark veins spreading outward like poisonous roots seeking deeper soil.The witch examines the progression with supernatural focus, her fingers hovering just above the damaged tissue. "The containment spell is slowing it, but not stopping it. This isn't ordinary venom.""Can you help him?" My voice remains steady despite the fear clawing at my insides. Nova whines anxiously, distressed by Storm's weakening presence.Celina's expression is grave as she meets my eyes. "The poison is targeting his human side directly, trying to separate it from his wolf. If we don't stabilize it soon..."She doesn't finish the sentence. She doesn't need to. I've seen what happens when a wolf's nature fractures. It’s rare, but it
LiamAs the sounds of combat intensify outside, I move to the tactical display, tracking our defensive positions. The creatures are attacking with unexpected coordination, probing for weaknesses rather than committing fully at any one point."They're testing us," I realize aloud. "Looking for gaps in our defense.""Or creating a diversion," Finley suggests, studying the pattern. "The heaviest assault is north, but their numbers are thinner than expected for a full attack."She's right again. This feels like a feint, a distraction from their true objective. But what—A scream from the adjacent corridor interrupts my thought. Not a battle cry, but pure terror. Finley and I move simultaneously, rushing toward the sound with several warriors behind us.We find a young pack member crumpled against the wall, blood pooling beneath him from a wound to his throat. Nearby, a door stands open that should have been secured—the entrance to the records room where we've been storing all evidence coll
Liam"They knew the patrol signs," adds another team member, a Mountain Ridge enforcer, as we try to sort through the chaos before us. "They even responded correctly to the challenge phrases. We had no reason to suspect them until they were within striking distance."Alpha Bennett's expression darkens. "Gather the team leaders. Now. If they're mimicking pack members, we need new identification protocols immediately."As the command center explodes into activity, I catch Finley's gaze across the room. The same realization passes between us—if these creatures can convincingly pass as wolves, no one is safe. Trust, the foundation of pack life, has become a vulnerability."What do you need me to do?" Ryleigh asks, pulling me back to the immediate crisis."Find Kaden," I tell her. "Tell him to implement security protocol Delta. Then report to Finley for evacuation acceleration."She nods sharply and moves off without hesitation, all personal history temporarily set aside in the face of imme
LiamMaps, communication protocols, patrol schedules—organizing a multi-pack defense network is complex at the best of times. Doing it while exhausted, emotionally raw, and facing an enemy we barely understand verges on impossible. Yet here we are."Glass Lake's southeastern quadrant remains vulnerable," I tell the assembled team leaders, highlighting the area on the digital map. "The terrain makes it difficult to patrol effectively, but that same difficulty makes it attractive for ambush points.""We can redirect two squads from the northern border," Kaden suggests, leaning over the table. "River Run has that area heavily covered now."I nod, making the adjustment on the tactical display. Three days of intensifying attacks have forced us into unprecedented cooperation—territory boundaries temporarily dissolved as we create a unified defense grid across all allied packs. The joint command center established in Forest Trails' main hall has become the nerve center for our operations."Wh