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“Grip her like you want to fuck her right then and there,” Ethan urges, his voice low and commanding. “Hold her as if she’s the most precious thing in the world. Demand everything, and give her your soul.”

“He damn near gets me to cum from a kiss.” I steal a glance at Grace, watching as her body reacts to Ethan’s words, her movements betraying the depth of her desire. She’s a force to be reckoned with, capable of stirring emotions I never knew existed.

“How do you handle Grace, brother?” Ethan’s question pulls me back to the present, and I take a moment to gather my thoughts.

“Hold her as if she’s made of glass,” I reply softly, my words carrying the weight of my devotion. “Watch her, anticipate her every breath. Her wish is my command, her happiness my greatest desire.” I meet Grace’s gaze, and in that moment, she is more than just a woman—she is my queen, my beacon of hope and desire made flesh.

Ethan puts the finishing touches on the fake tattoos, and the cool mist of Grace’s makeup setting spray envelops me. “It’s time,” Grace declares, her urgency palpable as she propels me towards the bedroom to change.

I shake my head, feeling a mix of reluctance and resignation as I slide into my brother’s clothes. Each garment I don transforms me further into his likeness. Studying my reflection in the mirror, I’m struck by the uncanny resemblance. Every gesture, every stance, mimics Ethan’s familiar presence. It’s like staring into a distorted mirror, where my identity blurs with his.

As I stand there, dressed in his attire, I grapple with a sudden surge of confusion. In this guise, I feel as though I’m losing myself, slipping into a persona that isn’t entirely mine. The realization hits me like a wave, crashing over me with an unsettling force.

We’ve always been the most identical of the three siblings, but now, dressed like this, the lines between us blur even further. From a distance, I realize, there will be no telling us apart. It’s a disconcerting thought, one that leaves me grappling with an unexpected identity crisis.

“It’s time,” I announce to the group, my voice steady despite the tumult of emotions raging within me. As I zip up the cut, assuming my brother’s place, I catch Grace’s eyes widening, pupils dilating, as she takes in the sight of me cloaked in Ethan’s scent. The leathers carry the weight of years spent riding with his road brothers, a tangible reminder of his absence.

There’s a pang of envy as I notice Grace’s reaction to my brother’s scent embracing me. She looks torn, her emotions flickering across her face like shadows dancing in firelight. With a stiff nod, I motion towards the front door, silently urging her to follow.

My hand finds its place on the small of Grace’s back, a gesture meant to guide and reassure her, though my uncertainty simmers beneath the surface. Stepping through the threshold, we emerge into the yard, the cool breeze a sharp contrast to the tension coiled within us.

Inside, Ethan remains a silent sentinel in the house. It’s a deliberate choice. Grace’s instinct would be to seek solace in the real Ethan’s presence, leaning on him for support. But tonight, she must lean on me, and for that to be convincing, my brother cannot be outside when I depart.

I can feel Grace’s restlessness and unease as we stand on the cusp of what’s to come. She’s grappling with Ethan’s departure, struggling to navigate the emotions she needs to display at my leaving.

Swinging my leg over the bike, I settle onto the seat, surprised by the unexpected comfort of the soft leather beneath me. Grace moves forward, her fingers deftly extracting Ethan’s key from its hidden pocket, a playful gesture as if she’s trying to keep it from me.

In one swift motion, I snatch the key from her grasp, mimicking Ethan’s playful manner by nipping at the air in front of her. A giggle escapes Grace’s lips as she leans in, bestowing a familiar kiss on my nose, a gesture I’ve witnessed between her and Ethan countless times. Instead of verbalizing my farewell, I pull Grace closer, whispering my goodbye into her ear.

“Put your hand up in her hair and grip it before you kiss her. Own her,” Ethan’s voice resonates through the bond.

I follow my brother’s instruction, tangling my fingers in Grace’s hair, asserting dominance as I draw her into a kiss. She responds with a soft whimper, reminiscent of her reactions to Ethan’s affection. Her hands clutch at the fabric of my cut, fists tightening in a silent plea.

Breaking the kiss, I playfully smack her on the rear, prompting her to retreat towards the house where Barrett awaits, holding the door open for her return.

Grace steps onto the porch, and with a swift motion, I kick the bike to life. It roars beneath me, a beast eager to devour the miles ahead, its ferocity echoing in the wind. I understand now why my brother has such an affinity for this machine; its unbridled power is intoxicating, coursing through my veins like a potent elixir.

“Dip your head to Grace and then put on your goggles, then leave.” Ethan’s voice resonates in my mind, a gentle command amidst the thunderous engine.

I dip my head in acknowledgment to Grace, then secure my goggles in place before revving the bike and tearing away from the heart of our pack lands.

As I speed through the town and onto the dirt road, a prickling sensation crawls up my spine, a silent warning of unseen observers. Glancing around, I catch glimpses of unfamiliar wolves lurking in the shadows of the woods, their presence a foreboding omen. Swiftly, I relay their locations to Ethan and Conrad through our telepathic bond, alerting them to the potential threat these interlopers pose.

Grace’s plan suddenly takes on a newfound urgency in my mind. If these wolves are merely scouts, then what they represent is far more perilous. My concern shifts from the immediate danger to what these outsiders might unleash upon our pack.

I can sense Grace’s transformation, her burgeoning power pulsating like a tempest waiting to be unleashed. The ancient texts speak of her potential to become the Wolf of Embers, a force of nature driven by unbridled fury. Such a creature is the stuff of nightmares, a relentless juggernaut impossible to quell once ignited.

Chapter 20

Grace

-Part of Me- Afterlife-

I stand on the porch, the chilly evening air brushing against my skin as I watch Griffin, disguised as Ethan, roar off on his motorcycle. Barrett’s arms encircle me, offering solace as I fight the urge to dart inside and seek refuge in Ethan’s embrace. With every rev of the engine fading into the distance, the ache in my chest deepens, and my bottom lip trembles with suppressed emotions.

The eyes of my pack mates follow me closely, gauging my reaction to ‘Ethan’s’ departure. I take mental note of those who seem particularly attuned to my emotional state, recognizing their concern amidst the tension of our plans.

Eventually, when the sound of the motorcycle is nothing but a distant echo, we retreat into the house, the weight of our mission settling upon us like a heavy cloak. The time for action has arrived.

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