[Isaac]When I opened my eyes the next morning, for a moment, I believed that I was alone. I thought that all that happened was merely my dream, but then as my awareness began to sharpen, I realized the warm weight on my chest, the soft puff of breath against my skin.My heart swelled with love and relief when I took in my mate’s sleeping form. She was on top of me and sleeping soundly. It not only pleased me but also my wolves as they purred in my head. A glance towards the window told me it was pretty early. The curtains had become translucent. I thought of staying in, but then I needed clothes. My gaze went to my tattered pants and shirt. Only the jacket was salvageable. I practically arrived empty-handed. John dropped me off to this pack and only reluctantly returned when I said I would be fine. I had planned to stay at Caius’ place, but then…I nuzzled Kathryn’s hair. She mumbled in her sleep but did not open her eyes. After lazing around for a couple of more minutes, I finally

[Caius]“Are you really letting go of Kathryn?” my beta asks once Isaac has left. “How did you enter the room without my permission?” I ask instead of answering. “You weren’t paying attention, I knocked,” he snarks. I snap the file I was going through, close, and turn to see him shooting me a pointed look. “You are going ahead of yourself, don’t you think?” “Am I?” he asks, baring his neck in mock submission. “Did you check on Harmony?” I divert the subject. I look at him intently as he tenses. “Yes. She is well.” His clasped hands tightened. “Okay good, you—” There’s a series of knocks on the door which conveys urgency. “Come in.”“Alpha, there’s an attack near the west border,” Derek, a pack patroller, reports. Lorcan growls and asks, “Is it between Greenwood and the crescent pack again?”“No, Beta. It’s an attack. On our border. We are trying to suppress them but they might be from-” he peers at me and my frown deepens. “It’s… Alpha Deimos’ men.” The name stupefies me. The

[Kathryn] I fold my arms and wait for his explanation. It’s unusual for him to be injured and not heal. It’s unheard of in the werewolf world. The better the wolf’s rank, the faster they recover, especially an Enigma like him. If he could stomach wolfsbane and not die then something must have happened during the fight. My heart lurches at the thought, but I have my mental block up this time. He won’t get an inkling of what I am feeling at the moment. He sits on the sofa, hands steepled and elbows on his knees. He doesn’t meet my gaze as he starts speaking. “After the fight with Ruth… I lost a bit more than my strength.” He pauses, and his gaze flickers to my face before they dart back down. “I lost the ability to heal quickly… or as quickly as a werewolf should,” he adds. A gasp leaves my mouth although I had guessed it when I saw the gaping wound, blood caked on the furs while a thin stream trickled out. “And when were you going to tell me this? When you would be sustaining a s

[Isaac]The kiss soothes my inner anger and the blood thirst to rip off Caius' throat but it doesn't quench my inner doubt. Does Kathryn really want to go back?She pulls back and rests her forehead against mine. "Don't think too much." I am about to say more, but she places a finger on my lips.I grab her finger and reel her into a kiss again. I snake my arm around her and pull her closer. She is startled at first but then relents easily as she circles her arms around my neck.The kiss escalates to something more quickly and soon I am pressing my mate onto her back on the mattress. She moans into the kiss. I drag my lips along her jaw and leave open-mouthed kisses down her throat.I graze her mark, pressing her further into the mattress and grinding against her hips."What else did Caius say?" I can't help but murmur against her skin, contemplating whether to rip off the clothes."Isaac-""Was he planning to mate you if I had not come?" I growl, squeezing her waist."He wouldn't. I w

KathrynWhen I finally managed to put Isleen to sleep, after promising her a tour of the place the next morning, I slowly closed the door behind me and returned to our room.I halt at the sight of Isaac, changing clothes in the middle of the room. My gaze traces every scar and muscle of his broad back. My heartbeat notches up. This… feels so unfamiliar. “Will you be standing there all night or come to me?” he murmurs. My cheeks feel warm as I lower my gaze and cross the room until I am behind him. I wrap my arms around his midriff as soon as he is done wearing the t-shirt. “What did you want to say?” I murmur against his back. His hands come to join mine. He then turns around without breaking the hold and looks at me. His hands encircle my waist. “I didn’t want to say anything. You were the one who stood a few feet away from me and admired me while I changed for the night.” There’s a smugness in his tone and I am unable to decide whether to be mad or just be happy with the develop