I stared at them for what felt like hours, even though all we had were seconds together.

Onyx eyes filled with worry, voices thick and raspy with emotion. Neither looked sickly or sleep deprived. If anything, they looked...bigger? There wasn't the time to sit and analyze what had changed but I swore their muscles seemed more defined, hardened like the blood thirsty determination in their eyes.

Once I was positive I wasn't hallucinating from the disgusting cake Zayne had given me, my eyes flitted across the small room.

Tori and Zayne stood against the wall, a quiet and rushed conversation between the two. Zayne's eyebrows were gnashed together, and the sight of some kind of emotion on his face made my chest flutter.

Those three seconds were all the twins could give me before I was pulled from the bed and into two sets of arms. Neither one squeezed too hard, but held me to their chests in an iron clad grip that no white wolf could break.

Three heartb