Her climax hit hard, tearing her apart with a scream that was muffled by Isaac’s mouth on hers.Her body convulsed, clenching tight around Nolan, milking him.He cursed loudly, hips jerking as his release tore through him, filling her with heat.He buried his face in her neck, groaning her name as he spilled inside her, their bodies locked together in perfect, desperate unity.
The world blurred.For a moment she thought she might pass out, the bliss too much to contain.Darkness nipped at the edges of her vision, and then she drifted into warmth.
When she blinked awake, she was under the covers, sandwiched between her two men.Isaac’s arm curled protectively around her waist, Nolan’s hand resting possessively on her thigh.Both of them watched her with soft smiles, as though they couldn’t believe she was real.
“Still with us, kitten?”Nolan teased, kissing her temple.
“Barely,” she admitted with a laugh, voice raspy.“You two might actually kill me with orgasms.What a way to go.”
Isaac chuckled.“Not our intention, but if it happens, we’ll carve it on your headstone.”
She rolled her eyes, then sighed happily.“You two aren’t even weirded out that I’m a cat sometimes, are you?”
Nolan shrugged.“We figured you were some kind of shifter.Just didn’t know it was ...different.But honestly?It doesn’t matter.You’re ours.”
Isaac nodded firmly.“Always.”
Her chest tightened.“It’s not quite the same.I’m not a shifter.I’m a witch.My form was a gift from the Moon Goddess—something to keep me alive until the curse was broken.Until now.”
Silence followed, soft and reverent.Nolan kissed her hair.“Then thank the Goddess for keeping you safe.Because now you’re here.With us.”
Tears burned her eyes, slipping free as she whispered, “Two hundred years ago, in that field ...we knew we had to die to give our kind a chance.And when you fell, when Liam and Jacob fell, when Libby fell—I thought I would break.”Her voice cracked.“I’ve lived so long without you.Too long.I didn’t know if I could bear it anymore.”
Isaac brushed her tears away with his thumb.“But you did.You were strong enough for all of us.And now we’re here.”
Nolan’s voice was thick as he added, “And we’re never letting you go again.”
They held her tighter, kissing her, whispering promises against her skin as the night settled around them, their love wrapping her in warmth she thought she’d never feel again.
****
The room was dark,lit only by the faint glow of the computer open on his desk, as he sat sipping a glass of whiskey.
He had been one of five once, sworn to protect the world from the abomination of shifters.They had called themselves guardians, saviors.But history had judged them cowards, men who stood by while the beasts multiplied.Matthew—Marcus, as he had called himself in this life—had carried their cause longer than any of them.And now Marcus was gone, torn down by witches and wolves.
His jaw clenched.He would not let his friend’s sacrifice be wasted.Marcus had been brilliant, cruel, necessary.And though others whispered of his corruption, he had seen only purpose—the vision of a world cleansed of the animal scourge.They had lost too much to shifters, and the blood would not stop unless someone was strong enough to wield the stone.
The Druid Stone could do it.It could turn back the unraveling, drag Matthew’s curse into the present and weave it tight again.The beasts would be silenced, their line ended.But it required more than power.It required a spell—precise, ancient—and the blood of a witch to fuel it.He smiled grimly.Witches were not hard to find.And he had names already.
All he had to do was find it.
The phone on the desk buzzed, breaking the silence.He lifted it to his ear.
“Report,” he said.
A low voice answered.One of the remaining Councilors.“We have her.The one we discussed.She is within reach.Our eyes are on her now.We’ll move within twenty-four hours.”
His hand tightened on the stone.“Good.She will serve.Make sure she’s delivered alive.I don’t care how many men it takes.”
“There will be no mistakes,” the voice assured him.“The Solar Equinox is in one week.The sun will rise in the east, directly over the equator.That is our window.We set everything in place by then, or we lose the chance forever.”
He let out a breath.“Then, we find the druid stone, and in one week, the world will remember why it feared us.The shifters will fall.And Marcus will be avenged.”
The call ended.He set the phone down and closed his hand around the stone.It throbbed in response, eager, hungry.He smiled, a cruel curve of lips.Soon, he would finish what the Council began centuries ago.Soon, the world would be free of monsters.
