I didn’t move. Didn’t want to. Freya had shifted closer to me without even realising it, her body instinctively seeking mine, and I let her. Hell, I encouraged it. Something inside me had already decided—she was mine. Not in the way Warwick thought, not control or ownership, but something deeper. The bond pulling at my chest, the way Lucas responded to her, the way everything in me settled when she was close. My mate. My equal. My other half. We wouldn’t know for certain until she fully shifted, but everything about this felt right. Different. Stronger. Twins always complicated things. They weren’t common in shifters. Something about two human souls sharing space with wolf spirits—it changed the timeline, the balance. Josh hadn’t shifted at sixteen like the rest of us. He’d waited for her.
