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For now, we have each other.
For now, we are whole.
Chapter 33
Frankie
After our timein the library, Dorian and I rejoined the others. We collected Finn and Tori from the cafeteria, where they’d been lost in conversation, and Bishop suggested we return to the pack house for our final night together. The walk back was quiet, each of us wrapped in our own thoughts about tomorrow’s looming deadline. Now, as we cross the threshold...
The pack house feels different as we cross the threshold—every shadow, every familiar corner holding memories we’ve built together. The void’s threat makes everything sharper, more precious. My shadows dance along the walls, remembering moments that now feel too fleeting.
I pause in the living room’s center, where we’ve shared so much—Leo’s laughter filling empty spaces, Matteo’s quiet strength keeping us steady, Bishop’s careful plans protecting us, Dorian’s frost patterns making beauty from chaos. Our home. Our sanctuary.
They move around me without speaking, each presence distinct through our bonds. Leo’s natural warmth fights against encroaching darkness. Matteo’s new fangs catch moonlight as he positions himself protectively close. Bishop’s Guardian markspulse with contained power. Dorian’s frost swirls with newfound freedom and barely hidden fear of loss.
My shadows reach for them instinctively, drawn to their essence. Through our bonds, I feel their response—fierce love tangled with determination to face whatever comes.
“Don’t start planning yet,” Leo says softly, his shadows wrapping around us all. “Just... be here.”
Bishop shifts closer, practical even now. “We should discuss?—”
“Tomorrow,” Matteo cuts him off, voice rough with emotion. “Give us tonight.”
“You’re right,” I whisper, letting my shadows reach deeper, twining with their essence. My wolves stir beneath my skin, recognizing their mates. “Just us. Just now.”
Bishop’s Guardian marks pulse brighter as he moves first, his touch steady and sure as he pulls me close. Through our bond, I feel his careful control wavering. “Frankie,” he breathes against my lips before claiming them.
Leo presses against my back, his natural warmth chasing away shadow-chill. His mouth finds my neck as his hands slide around my waist. No jokes now, just pure need radiating through our connection.
Matteo balances to my left, predator-grace in every movement. His fangs graze my shoulder, testing, asking permission. When I tilt my head in offering, his bite sends pleasure sparking through our bonds.
Dorian completes our circle, his frost patterns dancing across my skin in delicate swirls. His touch is reverent, mapping me like something precious he needs to memorize.
Their essences merge with mine—shadow and light, frost and fire, Guardian power and primal strength all tangling together until individual bonds blur into something greater. Something whole.
“Bed,” Matteo growls softly, his protective instincts rising.
But Leo shakes his head, shadows already creating a nest of blankets and pillows in the living room’s center. “Here. Where it all started. Where we became pack.”
Bishop’s hands slide down my body, his touch firm and sure as he lifts me, carrying me to the large nest of blankets and pillows we’ve created in the center of the room. He lays me down gently, his body covering mine, his mouth finding mine again.
“Let us take care of you,” he murmurs, hands already working at my clothes.
Leo settles beside me, his hands exploring my body, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. Matteo claims my other side, his mouth hot on my skin, his fangs grazing, teasing, tantalizing.
Dorian kneels by my feet, his cool hands stroking up my calves, his frost following the path of his touch, leaving a trail of goosebumps. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of my knee, his breath a cool whisper against my heated skin.
Bishop’s kiss deepens, his tongue exploring my mouth, dancing with mine. His hands roam over my body, mapping every curve, every line. He breaks the kiss, his mouth moving down my jaw, my neck, his stubble rough against my soft skin.
Leo’s hands find my breasts, cupping them, his thumbs circling my nipples, teasing them to hard peaks. I arch into his touch, a moan escaping my lips. Matteo’s mouth moves lower, his fangs scraping lightly against my skin, sending bolts of desire straight to my core.
Dorian’s hands reach my thighs, his frost swirling, a cool contrast to the heat pooling between my legs. He gently pushes my thighs apart, his mouth following the path of his hands. I shiver, anticipation coursing through me.
Bishop’s mouth reaches my collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. He moves lower, his mouth finding my breast, histongue swirling around my nipple. I gasp, my hands gripping his hair, holding him to me.
Leo’s mouth finds my ear, his breath hot, his voice a husky whisper. “You’re so beautiful, Frankie. So perfect.” His hand trails down my stomach, his fingers dipping into my heat, stroking me lightly.
Matteo’s mouth finds my hip, his fangs sinking in lightly, a pinch of pain quickly replaced by a flood of pleasure. His hand joins Leo’s, his fingers sliding into me, stroking, teasing.
