Nyx
The air in Kaelen’s packhouse changes the second Orion crosses its threshold. It’s not just tension. It’s voltage. Every conversation dies mid-sentence. Every warrior stiffens as if waiting for the first spark to ignite the powder keg between us.
The walls feel too small, the hallways too narrow for three people carrying this much history. And I can feel him. Even before I see him, I can feel him. That unmistakable hum in my blood. The bond I thought rejection had severed.
The one I’ve spent every breath since trying to bury. It claws its way back up now, alive and cruel, whispering “mate” like a curse I can’t escape. When Orion steps into the training hall, time seems to bend around him.
His eyes find mine immediately. Gray storm meets green flame, and everything I’ve rebuilt in
