Chapter 13: The Hunt

The second my feet hit the forest floor, I ran.

Not a careful, calculated sprint. Not a quiet, measured escape. I ran like my life depended on it.

Because it did.

The wind whipped against my face, sharp and biting, tearing through the thin fabric of my sweater. The damp ear

Chapter 14: Captured

I fought.

I kicked, clawed, and thrashed, but it didn’t matter.

Evander’s grip on me was iron, his arms locked around my body with effortless strength as he carried me like I was nothing.

"Let me go!" I snarled, my fists pounding against his bare chest.

His golden-brown ey

Chapter 15: Submission

I braced myself as the heavy door swung shut behind us, sealing me inside the triplets' bedroom.

Three sets of eyes burned into me—Dorian’s midnight-blue, sharp with challenge. Evander’s golden-brown, calculating and unreadable. Rowan’s hazel, soft yet searing, filled with