Novels by E. ANATE

Scarlett's POV"The land dispute," Callum said over the phone, his voice carrying the measured quality of a man delivering information he had been waiting to confirm. "Morrow's lawyers filed the withdrawal this morning. Citing the surveyor's testimony, the two independently verified pre-interference surveys, and the registered digital copies." A pause. "The filing is clean. They reserve the right to refile. They withdrew."I stood at the study window, the phone pressed against my ear."Which lawyers?" I asked."The primary firm. Morrow's lead counsel." Callum's voice remained level. "This was not a subsidiary filing that could be walked back. This was the principal firm on the principal action. They withdrew."I processed this."When does it become official?" I asked."It already is," he replied. "Stamped, logged, court record. The land dispute is closed."I put the phone down.Stood at the window for a moment.Day one.Over the following three days, the withdrawals arrived in sequenc

Luca's POV "The inspector will look at this section first," Lilith told me, setting the folder in front of me. "Not because it is the most important. Because it is the most visible. First impression determines the frame through which they read everything that follows." I looked at the section she had marked. Community governance structure. The visible layer of how the pack organised itself in terms that human institutional language recognised. Meeting records, decision trails and financial accountability. "The tone is wrong," I said. She looked up from her own work. "It reads as defensive," I continued. "Every sentence is explaining why things are structured the way they are. Explanation implies prior accusation. An inspector reads explanation as confirmation that something needed explaining." I picked up a pen. "It should read as matter-of-fact. This is how we operate because it is the most efficient structure. Not because we are defending a choice." Lilith looked at the

Dominic's POV "She is in the study," Scarlett told me at the pack house entrance. "Cain is already there." I looked at her. She looked back at me with the expression she wore when she had already assessed something, had already made a decision about it, and was now giving me both without requiring me to arrive at them myself. "Her eyes," she said. "Grey…almost black. Old pack blood, Dagger confirmed it. The bloodline reading is not from Dark Eclipse territory." She paused. "She has been searching for three years. Her mother died eighteen months ago. She had a letter from Corin." The corridor was quiet around us. I held the information for exactly the time it required. "You are certain," I said. "I am not certain of anything," she replied. "But I am certain enough to have brought her inside." She held my gaze. "Cain asked to be present. I told him yes." I walked past her toward the study. She fell in beside me, slightly behind my right shoulder, the position she had

Scarlett's POV "Someone at the gate," Dagger's voice came through my radio. "And this individual has been asking for Dominic by name. Not the Alpha…His name." I set down what I was doing. "Send them through?" the guard asked on the same channel. "Hold them," Dagger replied. Then, off the open channel, directly to me: "I need you at the gate. Not Dominic….You." That last part told me something. Dagger did not make distinctions without reasons. If she was calling me instead of Dominic, it was because the situation required assessment before it required authority. I was at the gate in four minutes. The forecourt was quiet. The gate guard stood at the entrance, hands at his sides, watching the woman standing just inside the threshold with the attention of someone who had been told not to move on anything until the right person arrived. The woman was travel-worn. Not dramatically, not in a way that suggested crisis or flight. In the way of someone who had been moving consist

Dagger's POV "You brought two folders," I said when he came through the kitchen door. Reed looked at his hands. Two folders, one under each arm, plus the coffee he had somehow balanced through the doorway without spilling. "The second one does not work," he told me. He set both on the table, then he set the coffee down and sat across from me. I looked at the folders. The first one I recognised. The welfare investigation documentation, the section we had been reviewing daily, the progress tracking Reed maintained with the thoroughness of someone who understood that incomplete records were how things failed. He had been updating it every morning, sliding the relevant pages across the table, talking me through the changes while we drank coffee before anyone else in the pack house was properly awake. The second folder was different. Thinner. Handwritten, which Reed's materials never were, every page he produced was typed, organised, and cross-referenced. This folder looked like it

Dominic's POV "Four weeks," Cain said from across the desk. "Exactly four weeks today." "I know," I told him. He looked at the calendar on his desk, then at me, with the expression he had been wearing since the morning in his office, the expression of a man who had put down a weight he had been carrying for thirty-two years, whose shoulders were still adjusting to the absence of it. "The fractures," he said. "Where do we stand?" I went through them. Luca's position had been moving since the corridor conversation the morning I told him what Vessel said. The word on the paper was now in his jacket pocket, which Reed had reported observing without being asked. The movement was visible in how Luca occupied the pack's daily operations now, no longer adjacent to things, inside them. Contributing to the welfare inspection documentation, and taking the east perimeter patrol twice this week, sitting at Dominic's table in the study without being summoned. "His position is defining itself

Ravenna’s POV I sat in the Lunarstrike tech hub with Damon. My heart pounded. Screens blinked in the dim light. Damon hunched over the box at a cluttered desk. His tools lay scattered. My pulse raced. The box’s runes glowed faintly. I clutched my cloak. My arm ached from old wounds. Damn it. I was impatient to see what the box held.Damon twisted a gadget against the lock. He cursed. His hands stayed steady but tense. The runes pulsed. They remained unmoved. He tried another tool, a sleek device with lights that blinked. Nothing happened. The box stayed sealed. The “confidential” sign on it glinted in the lab’s glow. My stomach twisted.“What’s wrong?” I snapped.He wiped sweat from his brow. “This lock’s high-tech. What I have here is not enough.” His eyes met mine. “I can’t crack it here.”My blood boiled. Damn him. I traveled all the way here. I risked so many things. For nothing? “You said you could open it,” I hissed. "Figure it out.”Damon’s jaw tightened. He grabbed the box. H

Ravenna's POVI stormed out of Kael’s room before slamming the door. My hands steadied on my waist. I headed down the hallway as my mind buzzed with thoughts.Magic didn’t work, but technology might. A spark surged in my mind. Damon’s name hit me. Yes, he was tech-savvy and a member of Lunarstrike's tech corps. He could crack anything with his gadgets.Going to him meant leaving Bloodmoon. I would have to sneak past Thalia’s spies, and risk Selena’s wrath. God! My revenge depended on this box, though.I had to try.I walked out of the hallway. Why did I ever trust Kael? I shook the box desperately as if that would help. Karl's unnecessary visions and his obsession with me had already cost me Selena’s trust. I should have known better than to let him ruin this too. He had been useful a couple of times, but overall he was a net negative.Damon was my only hope in this situation.I remembered his clever hands, and sly grin in Lunarstrike. He fixed a broken comms device in minutes. But he

Ravenna's POV Back in the Omega dormitory, I sat on my bed and stared at the box. It was quite heavy in my hands. I was no longer bothered about the horrible state of the room. All I wanted was to find a way to open the box. I needed this open. I twisted the lock and pocket at it with my dagger. Nothing. A blue light blinked on it. I tried again. I still couldn't open it. I sucked my teeth with frustration boiling. I took big risks to search Ronan's room and find this box. I knew it held answers. I only needed a way to open it. The door creaked open and Franka stepped in. She looked tired and I could tell she had been busy at work all day. She collapsed on the bed and yawned. "Oh, my whole body aches.""Sorry, do you need some balm?""I'll be fine. Wait, what's that?” she asked, nodding at the box. I hesitated and my fingers tightened on the box. Should I tell her? I decided there was no problem. “I found it in Ronan’s room and it’s locked. You can see it's marked Confidential.

Ravenna's POVMy heart raced. The potion bottle was cold in my hand. I didn’t show it, but excitement surged through me. I hated how much I wanted it. My body was a traitor. Heat pooled low in my belly.Kael stepped closer. “What do you say? Let’s have some fun first then I can help.”"Fine."Right after I said that, he flicked his wrist. Chains slithered from the shadows and wrapped my wrists and ankles just like the last time. I took in a deep breath and waited.The chains stretched tight and dragged my arms above my head and spread my legs wide. I gasped. I felt exposed and vulnerable.My pulse pounded, I felt caught between fear and want. The chains held firm and their magic hummed against my skin.He moved behind me. I felt his breath on my neck. His hands tugged at my shirt. He pulled down my pants and undid my shirt buttons. Just like that, I was naked. Cool air hit my bare skin. I shivered and swallowed.Kael’s fingers traced my back. My body shuddered with anticipation. Then

Ravenna's POVElder Marcus burst through the door. His gray eyes were as sharp as knives. Carl and I sprang apart as we saw the Elder. My heart slammed against my ribs. I hoped he wouldn't report us. The last thing I wanted was to get thrown out of the academy days after I had been demoted.I put my blade away and pretended to adjust my hair. The Elder passed us and strode to the lecture table. He snatched his forgotten notebook and turned to leave.Carl whispered, “I’ll deal with you, Vexley.”My skin prickled, but I ignored him. The idea of talking to the Elder dropped in my mind and I acted on it.I bolted after the Elder, ignoring Astrid’s warning glance.“Elder Marcus!” I called as I raced up to him outside.He paused. His gaze was cold. “What do you want, Vexley?”I swallowed hard. “I wanted to. . .""Do you realize I knew you were fighting?"I swallowed my words out of shock. I thought he was too distracted to notice!"That was sad to see.""I’m sorry for the fight. It was bene

Ravenna's POVI sat in the cramped Omega dormitory and slowly ate breakfast. I stared straight ahead of me as I shoved vegetables and beef into my mouth. This room felt like a prison.My stomach churned. Damn it! I missed the lodge’s luxury, the soft beds, the warmth, everything! Now I was nothing more than a junior assistant. After I had tasted power, I was back to the ground.Right now, I am bored in the dorm. Franka was off to serve the Luna. I envied her. At least she was close to the Luna. I was stuck here. My title was gone, and my revenge had suffered a setback.Astrid was asleep on her cot. She had been resting more and more these days after her recovery.I munched on my food and let my thoughts roam. How could I win back Selena's trust? Our relationship had gone sour.Astrid stirred on the bed. She sat up and yawned."Did you rest well?""Maybe I'm way too rested.""What do you mean?"“I’m tired of this,” Astrid got off the bed. “I lie here, and do nothing. I want to go back