I could feel them before I saw them.
Not just Derek and Jax, but the rhythm of their bond pulsing like a heartbeat against mine. The air in the courtyard was heavy with anticipation.
Wolves moved cautiously around us, sensing the unity we had forged through fire and blood. I was standing at the edge of the ruined training ground, the scent of damp earth and iron still clinging to everything, and I realized tonight was different. Tonight, we were not three individuals. We were one.
Derek’s presence came first. Solid, unyielding, like a wall of stone. He moved with calculated calm, each step measured, each breath precise. I could feel the tension coiling beneath his skin, the restraint of a predator holding itself back for the sake of order.
Behind him, Jax was a storm barely contained
