The second my eyes lock on hers at the edge of our territory, something ancient clicks into place in my chest like a lock finally finding its key.No fireworks.No loss of control.Just certainty, heavy, grounding, and absolute.
Mine.Not owned, not claimed, but fated.
She looks like she’s expecting pain.Or a hand closing around her wrist forcing her.But that’s not what she will find here.I step aside and give her space.
That alone tells me more about Trinity than any scent ever could.
Most wolves who wander into Katu land come desperate or arrogant.She’s neither.She’s coiled tight, ready to bolt, her wolf pacing beneath her skin like it’s been punished for existing too loudly.
I know that feeling.
“Easy,” I murmur as she follows us deeper into the trees.Not because she’s skittish but because she’s alert.She tracks everything.Wind shifts.Bird calls.Empty air.
Chris, one of the newer pack members, peels off at the first fork to alert the pack.I keep my pace measured, not leading, not pushing.Just ...present.
The bond hums quietly between us, a low vibration that sinks into my bones.She pretends not to feel it, and I pretend not to notice.
The compound clearing opens ahead, firelight flickering through the dusk.Familiar scents wrap around me, home, warmth, and a life lived close together.Laughter carries from the far side where someone’s arguing about food portions while children run and play.
Normal.I glance back at Trinity in time to see her falter.Just for a heartbeat.
Her shoulders tense and her gaze sharpens, scanning the compound like it’s a trap instead of a sanctuary.She smells the shifters living inside and counts them.She calculates exits and makes plans for when something goes wrong.
She’s done this before and the thought of her being alone and scared twists my insides into something unbearably ugly.
“Caine and Peyton first,” I say quietly.
She gives me a confused look, and I remember that we aren’t like other packs.We don’t refer to our leaders by their ranks.We are not just a pack but a family so we use names.
“Our Alpha and his mate,” I clarify.
She nods once and continues to follow me.Curious pack members watch us as we make our way through the compound to the main house, but no one stops us.Everyone is used to strangers either showing up seeking a second chance or shifters being rescued from the Hunters and integrated into the pack if they decide that is what they want.
Caine steps out of the main house before we even reach the edge of the firelight.Alpha presence rolls off him, not crushing, just undeniable.Peyton’s at his side, hand resting lightly on his arm, eyes already fixed on the female walking next to me.
Peyton always sees everything.Caine’s gaze flicks from Trinity to me.His brows lift a fraction.He can sense the mate bond between us even if it hasn’t been set.
“Well,” he says mildly, as if we’re discussing weather.“That’s new.”
Trinity stiffens beside me and I want to comfort her but I’m not even sure she would accept that, much less our bond.Thoughts of a broken bond flit through my mind and make breathing hard, but I refuse to entertain them.Before I can worry about our mate bond, I need to get her to accept our help and stay here for longer than a night.
I stop, meeting Caine’s eyes squarely.“She hasn’t asked for anything.She crossed the border alone.”
Peyton steps forward before Caine can respond.Her voice is soft, steady.“What’s your name?”
“Trinity,” she answers.Her chin lifts, but her scent spikes with nerves.
Peyton smiles.Not the polite smile of a Luna who has done it a hundred times or forced like someone who has better things to do.The smile is real, just like it always is.“I’m Peyton.You’re safe here.”
The words hit Trinity harder than any threat would have.I feel it through the bond, her wolf slamming against her ribs, hope and terror tangling tight.
Caine studies her a moment longer, then nods.“Anyone who comes to Katu alone deserves a chance to speak.Are you hungry?”
She blinks in disbelief.“What?”
“Food,” he clarifies.“You look like you’ve been living rough.”
Something in her breaks just enough to let exhaustion seep through.“Yes.”
