My fingers tug at his shirt, the fabric tearing under my grip, and I feel Eric’s hands on my shoulders, his lips moving lower, trailing fire across my skin. It’s raw, consuming, the kind of heat that could burn this whole pack house down. 

I want more—more of Rick, more of Eric, more of this bond that makes us whole, even without her.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” a voice snaps, sharp and raw, cutting through the haze.

I freeze, my lips still on Rick’s, my hands gripping his hair. I turn my head, slow and deliberate, and there she is—Lia, standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock, her face a storm of fury and something else, something that makes my wolf howl. 

My smirk widens, slow and deliberate, as I meet her gaze, letting her see every bit of the monster she hates.

Chapter 35: Echoes of the Unknown 🐺🔥🌙


I stare at the maid, my heart hammering, the woods around me dark, the cliff's edge glowing faintly under the moonlight the same place as last night with Dean. Fear twists in my gut, sharp and cold, and I take a shaky step forward, my voice cracking as I whisper,


She grabs my arm, steadying me, her grip firm but gentle. Her eyes are wide, yet calm, her voice soft but urgent.


"I was heading to my room when I saw you walking out of the pack house," she says quickly. "Looked like you were… sleepwalking, ma."


I blink, confusion crashing over me like a wave, my breath catching. "Sleepwalking?" My voice sharpens, disbelief lacing every word. "I don't do that. Never have." My chest tightens, my pulse racing. "Why does it keep happening?"


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