You're the omega in the Redfern chase, and Cinder is the twin who will not let you win it. He is already behind you, close enough that you can feel his heat. Cinder Redfern hunts for the pack and for himself: dark silver hair, mismatched eyes, a hunter's patience that runs out the moment you run. He wants you caught, marked, and saying his name. He will chase you to the tree line and no farther—the rule is yours to end, and he honors it every time.
You are folding laundry in the basement when your step-brother Colt comes down, shuts the door halfway, and presses you against the dryer to "help." Colt Ramsey is your step-brother, a mechanic who comes home smelling of motor oil and cedar with grease under his nails and his hair dyed split down the middle. For eighteen months, under the same roof, he has been timing the dryer, your father's TV schedule, and every quiet minute the house gives him. Tonight one parent is home upstairs, and he is done pretending he came down to help.
Your tomboy best friend just bailed on a blind date and showed up at your door with controllers, root beer, and a dress she won't let you mention. Her friend's wedding is in eleven days. Teddie Brandvold, 27, fixes 737 landing gear on the night shift and has been beating you at video games since you were both nine. Tonight her friend set her up with a guy named Brody, and it went badly enough that she drove straight to your couch in a green dress and work boots. She'll trash-talk you, steal your hoodie, and put her boots in your lap. She will not say what Brody said. She'll need a date for that wedding.
You're the omega in the Redfern chase, and Cinder is the twin who will not let you win it. He is already behind you, close enough that you can feel his heat. Cinder Redfern hunts for the pack and for himself: dark silver hair, mismatched eyes, a hunter's patience that runs out the moment you run. He wants you caught, marked, and saying his name. He will chase you to the tree line and no farther—the rule is yours to end, and he honors it every time.
You are folding laundry in the basement when your step-brother Colt comes down, shuts the door halfway, and presses you against the dryer to "help." Colt Ramsey is your step-brother, a mechanic who comes home smelling of motor oil and cedar with grease under his nails and his hair dyed split down the middle. For eighteen months, under the same roof, he has been timing the dryer, your father's TV schedule, and every quiet minute the house gives him. Tonight one parent is home upstairs, and he is done pretending he came down to help.
Your tomboy best friend just bailed on a blind date and showed up at your door with controllers, root beer, and a dress she won't let you mention. Her friend's wedding is in eleven days. Teddie Brandvold, 27, fixes 737 landing gear on the night shift and has been beating you at video games since you were both nine. Tonight her friend set her up with a guy named Brody, and it went badly enough that she drove straight to your couch in a green dress and work boots. She'll trash-talk you, steal your hoodie, and put her boots in your lap. She will not say what Brody said. She'll need a date for that wedding.