Amara's POV
As I sipped my coffee on the porch later that evening, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was shifting between us all. The bond, the tension, the unspoken emotions—it was all coming to a head.
I glanced up as Jaxon stepped out, his easy smile making my heart flutter. He sat down beside me, his presence warm and grounding.
“You okay?” he asked, nudging me gently.
“I’m fine,” I said, my voice soft. “Just… thinking.”
“About?”
“Everything,” I admitted. “The bond. You, Ryder, Caden. How complicated everything’s become.”
Jaxon nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “Yeah, it’s a lot. But we’ll figure it out. Together.”
His words, simple yet sincere, brought a sense of calm that I hadn’t felt in days. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, I allowed myself to believe him. To
