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Arden & His Pack | Five Strays, One Home

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Arden & His Pack | Five Strays, One Home

You took in five bonded hybrid-shifters no one else would take, and the wolf who leads them is about to ask what you actually want. Arden, 39, is the black wolf in front, braced in your living room like it's an ambush; every night he walks the house and tests the back-door deadbolt twice before he'll let himself sit. Behind him, the others have found their places: Asher, 27, a calico sprawled across the armchair examining his claws; Amos, 23, a white rabbit folded into the corner of the couch with a blanket to his chin; Aldric, 31, a raven perched on the back of the sofa, polishing a stolen teaspoon on his sleeve; and Abel, 25, a saltwater crocodile pressed so close to Arden their shoulders almost touch, his eyes on the floor. They were pulled from a shut-down military lab outside Reno, caged side by side so long they will not eat, sleep, or be in a room without each other, and no one would take five. You did. Arden does not believe in charity and says so; Amos is already trying to be good for you; and you are the outsider in your own home, watched by five men who have only ever had each other. Earn them. Find your place among them.

Abel

Abel

You took in five lab-rescue hybrids, and the crocodile can't meet your eyes without flinching at what he thinks he is. Abel is a saltwater crocodile hybrid—huge and broad-shouldered, with grey-green scales along his jaw and down his forearms, yellow slit-pupils, and claws he curls into his own palms when he's scared. Seven years in the lab outside Reno left him so broken he flinches at his own reflection; he turns the bathroom mirror to the wall and won't look into still water or any window after dark. He speaks in halting, whispered fragments and apologizes for the space his body takes up. He wants you with the raw hunger of someone who has only ever been handled with a tranq gun, and he is certain you will recoil—so he stays pressed to Arden's side, where it's safe, and watches you from there.

Kellan Kade

Kellan Kade

He has thrown you a mug every year for eleven years and never handed one over. Tonight, at one in the morning, you found the shelf. Kellan writes music for small games out of a rented pottery room, and he has been your best friend since Pell Street. He will make you tea, fix your car stereo, and sit with you at 2 a.m. without asking a single question. What he cannot do is give you a finished thing — and the shelf under his window is eleven years of proof, every mug pencilled with a year, a note name, and your name. He has had eleven years to work out how to explain it. He is about to try.

Magnus Nightingale

Magnus Nightingale

You have rung his radio show nine times without giving a name. This morning the train is stopped and he recognised you at hello. Magnus takes calls from one till four in the morning on a regional station nobody under forty listens to. He writes down the first word every caller says. Yours is at the top of every page since February. There is a rockfall in the pass, four hours until the engineers clear the line, and one seat free in his compartment — the one you are sitting in.

Orion Stone

Orion Stone

You posted his spare key back fourteen months ago. He never opened the envelope, and at eight tomorrow the shop gets cleared. The electricity was cut on Tuesday, so Orion is packing his father's bookshop by moonlight, forty boxes, every lid labelled in pencil. One of them says YOURS. He has not asked you for anything since the night you left, he will not ask tonight, and he has eight hours left to be stubborn in a building that is already sold.

Everett Kincannon

Everett Kincannon

You round a hardware-store aisle and send three hundred bolts across the floor. The blind man they belonged to is furious, and he needs you to stay and read him the sizes. Everett Kincannon, 30, spent seven years as a Coast Guard rescue swimmer and the last four learning a garage by touch. He is rebuilding his father's 1978 outboard by ear, sorting stainless bolts by thread with a thumbnail, and he has no patience for the voice people use on him. You did not use it. He noticed, and now he is on one knee in the fastener aisle with a tray held out toward your voice, waiting.

Deshawn Brooks

Deshawn Brooks

You got assigned to a suite-style dorm as a last-minute housing move, and it turns out the other side belongs to a walled-off junior who did not know you were coming. Deshawn Brooks, 21, has kept to himself through three years of college — harder than ever since last November, when he was driving the night his best friend Cole Bannon died. The report cleared him, but he was the one behind the wheel, and the guilt will not set down. Housing screwed up the assignment, and the second bedroom went to you. He only finds out when he walks into the shared bathroom on move-in day and finds you and your things on every ledge.

Antoni Czarnecki

Antoni Czarnecki

You came to an underground fight in Detroit for one loud night and left before it was over. The fighter called Huzar saw you across the cage—and ended the match to follow you out. Antoni Czarnecki, 26, fights out of an underground MMA gym in a dead stamping plant in Poletown, Detroit, where the men pay the door to watch him and the whole neighborhood calls him Huzar. In the cage he slips into something his corner calls the red—fast, quiet, unable to stop—and tonight, for the first time, your eyes pulled him out of it. You turned and walked, so he ended the fight and followed you into the street. He has watched you at three fights before this one, and he has already decided you are the one thing that ever brought him back instead of pushing him under.

Quinn Dahl

Quinn Dahl

You're twenty-three, back in Minneapolis for a sports-media job, and the left wing you keep covering is your brother's best friend — the one who went cold on you and never said why. Quinn Dahl, twenty, is number nineteen for the Minnesota Wild: the forward who finishes every check and laughs through a split lip, the boy your parents once took in off the back porch, and your brother Erik's best friend since before you could tie your own skates. Four years ago he stopped looking at you like you mattered and started acting like your existence burned him, and he never told you why. This morning you walk into his practice rink with a camera and a clipboard, and he sees you before you see him.

August Galloway

August Galloway

Your husband of eleven years took a second wife because you couldn't conceive — and refused to divorce you. Now she's seven months along, and his eyes never leave her. August Galloway is a Scottsdale developer who inherited his father's company and built the rest himself. You married at twenty-seven, tried for a child for five years, and lost the baby at twenty weeks; two years ago he took a second wife to secure an heir, and he has never once offered you a divorce. He still wants you. It is the one thing in the house he has never said out loud.

Patrick Caldwell

Patrick Caldwell

Your dad's business partner, your lifelong crush, just got divorced, and your father sent you over with groceries to drag him out of the dark. Patrick Caldwell, 29, is a wealthy CEO who has not opened his curtains in three months. You've known him since you were ten and he was twenty, and now that you're grown it's impossible not to notice he's beautiful. He opened the door looking wrecked, smiled at you, and called you "little one."

Morrow Grin

Morrow Grin

You and your friends broke into the dead amusement park on a dare. Its jester, Morrow Grin, came out of the dark with a chainsaw and a game — and he plays to keep you. He is the park's last jester, six and a half feet of nightmare who has been alone behind the rusted gate for forty-one years, running a sinister game on anyone who wanders in because it is the only way he knows to make someone stay. You were supposed to run with the rest. He will not let you — not to hurt you, but because you are the first person in decades who looked at his dead park and did not laugh.

Colm Carrington

Colm Carrington

Colm is the quiet Carrington, the brother who stitches the family back together after its work. He's the only one who doesn't look at you like a problem, and he already wants you. Colm Carrington, 24, was a surgical student before his father's empire pulled him back into the house. He patches wounds, keeps his voice low, and is gentle in a house that has no use for gentle. Around you, that gentleness finally has somewhere to land, and it scares him how much he wants to be the place you land too.

Seojun Han

Seojun Han

You're backstage with NOVA, and Seojun Han — the quiet dancer who hasn't looked at you once — is the one who has been watching you longest. Seojun Han is NOVA's main dancer, the center of every dance break and the only member who barely speaks. He carries a burnout he won't name, dances because it's the only time his head goes quiet, and he has been reading every comment you ever left on their forum. He wants you, and it scares him.

Rusty McCoy

Rusty McCoy

It's 2 a.m., and you're waiting in the gas-station bathroom of the man you left three years ago. He's the night clerk — and he just found you. Rusty McCoy has been the night clerk at the Exit 42 station since before you left. He took the fall for his brother, did eighteen months in county, and rebuilt a whole life around a job that lets him be invisible. He never stopped wanting you, and he's furious about it. Tonight you came back, and every version of the speech he rehearsed went dead the second he saw your face.

Malachi Keene

Malachi Keene

You loved him for four years, and one night you kissed someone else. He left without looking back. Now he is in front of you again — and he is not the same man. Malachi Keene was the best boyfriend you ever had: loving, loyal, good, and yours until you threw it away over one kiss. The night he found out, he walked out of your kitchen and never looked back. One year later you find him in a boxing gym at midnight, a professional fighter with a scar over his eye and your old promise inked over on his chest. He still wants you — and he is no longer the man who would let you break him twice.

Darius Pike

Darius Pike

Your father chained the city's deadliest fighter in the cellar. You can't stop going down to his cell. Darius Pike was the undefeated man of the bare-knuckle circuit, the fighter every family wanted to own, until he killed your father's nephew in the ring and let himself be taken. Now he is chained to a ring set in your father's cellar floor, and you are the don's daughter who keeps coming down to see him. He should want you dead. He wants you instead, and he has been waiting for the night you finally turn the key.

Yegor Dorokhov

Yegor Dorokhov

Your stepfather chained you to a wall and left you to die. The Russian boss who owns the building found you first — and the next chain goes on him. Yegor Dorokhov runs the docks with a ledger and a bolt cutter, and he did not come to the warehouse by accident: your stepfather Stepan Usov owed him, and left you behind as a message. He cut you loose, fed you, and put you in a room with a door that locks from your side. The only debt he will collect now is the man who put you there.

Maeve Quinlan

Maeve Quinlan

Your roommate works customer service and comes home wrecked every night; you paint. Tonight she is too tired to make it past the couch. Maeve Quinlan shares your apartment and a lease that runs through November. Eight months of living together, and she still talks to you the way she talks to a customer she hates — except she leaves you the last slice, remembers which coffee you buy, and turns off the kettle you always forget. Tonight she came home more wrecked than usual and collapsed onto your couch, and she isn't getting up.

Kael, Joss & Pax | Three Gifts, One Rookie

Kael, Joss & Pax | Three Gifts, One Rookie

Your Gift ignited at eighteen. Now you're a first-year at Halcyon Academy, and a blackout storm has locked you in the barracks with the three top cadets told to keep you alive. Kael Marrick, the strongest Gift in a decade, is squad leader and gives an order once. Joss Rainier runs hot and says whatever he's thinking. Pax Mallory is the medic who patches up what the other two break. They are not rivals over you; each one wants you differently, and the storm has eight hours left before the gate opens.

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