We ended up at the cabin. The shift back was just as smooth. One moment wolf, the next human—breathless and grinning at each other in the moonlight.
"I forgot how good that feels," James said, stretching his arms overhead.
"We should do it more often." Neal was already moving toward the door. "Regularly. It's good for the bonds."
"It's good for everything." Cal followed him inside.
Stone lingered at the edge of the clearing, looking back at the forest. I moved to stand beside him.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." He turned to me. "I was just thinking about RJ. About the run we did with the ferals months ago. How much it helped them."
"The academy will have space for that. Room to run."
"I know." He reached for my hand. "I want to help them. Really help them. Not just talk them down when they lose control. Help them find their way back the way I did."
"You will." I squeezed his fingers. "You already are."
He pulled me closer. Kissed me softly.
"Come inside," he murmured against my lips. "The others are waiting."
The cabin was warm.
Cal had started a fire—and the flames cast dancing shadows across the walls. The others had scattered around the main room, but they turned when Stone and I entered.
The bonds hummed with anticipation.
"Finally," James said. "We were starting to think you two got lost."
"Just talking." I moved into the center of the room. "Appreciating the moment."
"I can think of other ways to appreciate the moment." James's grin was sharp. Hungry. "Better ways."
"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. "Show me."
He crossed the room in three strides and kissed me. Not soft. Not gentle. The kind of kiss that made my knees weak and my heart race. His hands found my waist, pulled me flush against him, and I melted into the heat of his body.
The others moved closer.
Cole's hands slid up my back. Neal pressed against my side. Cal's fingers tangled in my hair. And Stone—Stone appeared in front of me when James finally released my mouth, his eyes gold at the edges.
"Our Omega," he murmured.
"My pack," I answered.
They took me apart piece by piece.
James laid me down on the thick rug in front of the fire while Cole spread my legs and buried his face between them. His tongue found my center and I cried out, back arching off the floor.
"Beautiful," Neal whispered, kneeling beside me. He captured my mouth in a kiss that swallowed my moans while Cal took my hand and guided it to his hard length.
Stone watched.
He sat in the armchair by the fire, stroking himself slowly, his eyes never leaving my body. Waiting. The bond between us pulsed with his need—but also his patience. His willingness to let the others have me first.
Cole made me come with his mouth. Then again with his fingers. By the time he finally slid inside me, I was already shaking.
