Nobela ni Frank Cannon

Three days after the release, the world was still reeling.Seventeen politicians resigned. Forty-two law enforcement officers were suspended. Dozens of businessmen were under investigation.And the Devil's Reign MC was at the center of it all.We were heroes to some. Villains to others. Whistleblowers. Criminals. Patriots. Traitors.Depending on who you asked.But one thing was certain. We had changed the conversation. Made corruption the story instead of our alleged crimes.The FBI called. Not Agent Chen. Someone higher up. Deputy Director."Ms. Carter, this is Deputy Director James Morrison. No relation to Agent John Morrison. I would like to meet. Discuss your situation. See if we can find a resolution that works for everyone.""What kind of resolution?""The kind where you do not go to prison. And we get your cooperation in prosecuting the corrupt officials in that database." His voice was smooth. Professional. "I think we can help each other.""I am listening.""Come to FBI headq

I called Victor. Put him on speaker so Colt could hear."We are releasing the database. Publicly. Tonight. Everything."Silence. Then, "Are you insane?""Possibly. But it is our only move. The FBI is decrypting it. They will use it against all of us. This way, we control the narrative.""You are signing death warrants. Mine. Yours. Hundreds of others. People will come after us. Criminals. Law enforcement. Everyone.""I know. But they are coming anyway. At least this way, we expose the corruption first. Make ourselves whistleblowers instead of criminals."More silence. I could hear Victor thinking. Calculating. Weighing options."If you do this, there is no protection. No safety. We become permanent targets.""We are already permanent targets. This just levels the playing field.""Fine. Do it. But Jenna? When this blows up in your face—and it will—do not say I did not warn you." Victor hung up.I looked at Colt. "He is right. This could destroy us.""Could. But it also could save us. E

I found Mae in her room. Reading. Peaceful.That peace shattered when she saw my face."What happened?"I told her everything. Colt's diagnosis. His reasoning. His lies upon lies.When I finished, Mae was quiet for a long time."Do you want my honest opinion?" she finally asked."Always.""Colt was wrong. To lie. To fake his death. To make that choice without you. All of it was wrong." Mae set down her book. "But I also understand why he did it. Because I would have done the same thing if I thought I was dying. Would have pushed away everyone I loved to spare them the pain of watching me fade.""That does not make it right.""No. But it makes it human. Flawed. Understandable." Mae patted the bed beside her. "Sit. Let me tell you a story."I sat."When Colt's stepfather was dying—the man he thought was his real father—he tried to hide it from everyone. Refused treatment. Refused help. Just worked himself to death in that garage because he did not want to be a burden." Mae's voice was t

The compound was celebrating when we arrived.News of our release had spread. People were drinking. Laughing. Treating it like we had won some great victory.But I knew better. We had not won. We had just delayed the inevitable.I found Colt in the garage. Working on his bike. Always his bike when he needed to think."You are back," he said without looking up."I am back. Thanks to Catherine Bain and some very incriminating files on Agent Chen.""Catherine helped you? After setting you up?""Apparently guilt is a powerful motivator." I sat on a workbench. "We need to talk. About the database. About Victor. About the code we do not have.""I know. I have been thinking about nothing else." Colt set down his wrench. "There might be another way to destroy it. Without the code.""What way?""We do not destroy the database. We poison it. Make the information unreliable. So contaminated with false data that nothing can be trusted. Everything becomes worthless.""How would we do that?""We cr

The federal holding cell was exactly as uncomfortable as I remembered.Concrete walls. Steel bench. Single toilet in the corner. And the constant hum of fluorescent lights that made sleep impossible.I had been here for eighteen hours. No charges filed yet. No arraignment. Just endless waiting while Agent Chen built her case.Razor and Hammer were in separate cells. I could not see them. Could not communicate. Could not coordinate our defense.Classic divide and conquer tactics.The door finally opened. Marcus Webb entered, carrying his expensive briefcase and an expression that said he was done with my nonsense."Do you have any idea how much trouble you are in?" he asked without preamble."Nice to see you too, counselor.""This is not funny, Jenna. Breaking into a federal suspect's property. Retrieving evidence. Fleeing the scene. Agent Chen has enough to charge you with obstruction, conspiracy, and about twelve other federal crimes." Webb sat across from me. "And that is before we

We made it back to Redemption Creek in record time.Colt rode beside me. Silent. Focused. The weight of responsibility finally settling on his shoulders.When we pulled through the gate, the entire club was waiting."You found him," Razor said. Relief evident in his voice."Found him. Dragged him back. Now we need to find Victor." I climbed off my bike. "Mouse, any luck with the FBI systems?""Some. I mapped their backup locations. Confirmed Morrison's information. Three copies. All heavily encrypted. All impossible to destroy remotely without the failsafe code Colt mentioned.""Then we focus on finding Victor. Where would he go? Who would he trust? What connections does he have that we can trace?"Colt spoke up. "He has a contact. In Canada. Woman named Elena Volkov. Russian mafia connection. He used her services before. Safe houses. False identities. Movement across borders.""Can we reach her?""Maybe. If she is willing to talk to us. If Victor has not already paid her to stay sile

The safe house was not what I expected.I had imagined something rundown. Hidden. The kind of place desperate wolves used when they had nowhere else to go.Instead, it was a modern apartment in a building that screamed expensive anonymity. The kind of place where no one asked questions because everyone had secrets to hide."Third floor," Dante said as we parked in the underground garage. "Fully stocked. Warded against magical tracking. Cash and emergency supplies in the safe. Use nothing electronic. No phones, no internet, no contact with the outside world until I clear it.""How long?" I asked."Minimum three days. Long enough for Silvercrest to finish their pack mourning rituals and for the council to convene about Marcus's death. After that, we will know what we are dealing with."My grandmother was already out of the vehicle, moving with energy that seemed impossible for someone who had been grievously wounded hours ago. She healed faster than normal wolves. Another Silvermoon adv

Fighting in full Silvermoon form was nothing like I expected.The power was immense but controllable. My body moved with precision I had never possessed, every muscle working in perfect coordination. My senses were so sharp I could track Marcus's heartbeat, smell his fear beneath the rage, predict his movements before he made them.This was what I was meant to be.Not weak. Not suppressed. Not omega.Silvermoon.Marcus twisted away from my grandmother's attack, his claws raking across her side. She yelped but didn't retreat, immediately countering with a strike at his throat that he barely blocked.He was strong. Experienced. An Alpha in his prime with decades of combat training.But he was alone.And we were pack.Not his pack. Not bound by the hierarchies and traditions he used to control wolves. But pack in the way that mattered, two Silvermoon fighting as one coordinated unit.I lunged from his blind side while my grandmother occupied his attention. My teeth found his shoulder, te

"We are not staying to fight twenty elite hunters," Dante said flatly. "That is suicide.""For normal wolves, yes." My grandmother moved through the cabin with surprising speed for her age, gathering items I couldn't identify. "But you are not normal wolves. She is Silvermoon. You are Mafia Alpha. And I am a wolf who survived three assassination attempts and a pack war. Twenty hunters are manageable.""Manageable?" Mara's voice was incredulous. "With all due respect, elder, we have four security wolves, two Alphas, and an untrained manifestation. Against twenty trained killers with silver weapons. Those odds are terrible.""Those odds assume traditional combat." The old woman pulled weapons from hidden compartments—blades, spelled objects, things that hummed with power I didn't understand. "But Silvermoon doesn't fight traditionally. We fight smart. We use terrain, psychology, and power that normal wolves cannot match."She looked at me directly. "Your training until now has been abou

"You are lying," I said.But even as I spoke, I knew he wasn't. Adrian's expression held too much genuine fear. Too much urgency."I wish I was," he replied. "But I heard my father talking to the council elders. They mentioned her. By name. Lyanna Silvermoon. Your mother's mother. The last true Silvermoon Alpha before the bloodline was supposedly destroyed."Lyanna. My mother's name had been Lyanna too. I had always thought it was coincidence. A common name passed down.But now..."If she is alive, where is she?" I demanded."Hidden. Somewhere even the council doesn't know." Adrian glanced around nervously. "But my father has been tracking her for years. He has contacts. Resources. He is close to finding her location.""Why does he want her?""Because she is the only one who can verify what you are. The only living witness to Silvermoon manifestation protocols. If he finds her first, he can force her to testify that you are unstable. That Silvermoon power always leads to madness. That

The neutral territory was an old estate on the border between pack lands.I had never seen it before. Omegas were not invited to council meetings. We were barely acknowledged as wolves worthy of political consideration.But today, I was the entire reason the council had been called.Dante's car pulled through iron gates into a courtyard filled with vehicles. Expensive cars bearing pack insignias from territories I only knew from stories. Every major Alpha in the region had answered Silvercrest's summons."How many?" I asked quietly."Twelve packs represented," Dante replied, his eyes scanning the gathering. "Plus neutral parties and council arbitrators. Maybe forty wolves total. All of them watching to see what happens when territorial authority conflicts with pack tradition.""No pressure then.""Enormous pressure." His voice was matter-of-fact. "But you have handled worse. Remember—controlled confidence. Show power without threatening. Answer questions honestly but without giving th

The training intensified after the manifestation.Dante pushed me harder than before. Longer sessions. More complex exercises. Testing the limits of my new strength and the fragility of my control."Again," he commanded as I struggled to lift a weight that should have been impossible for my frame. "Control the power. Don't let it control you."My muscles screamed. My wolf growled inside me, wanting to surge forward and make this easy. But I forced myself to use only the strength I could consciously control.The weight lifted. Slowly. Shakily. But lifted."Better," Dante said. "But not good enough. In combat, you will not have time to think through every movement. Control needs to be instinctive. Automatic. Again."We had been at this for six hours. My body was past exhaustion into some numb state where pain became background noise.But I kept going.Because the alternative was losing control. Becoming the monster Silvercrest claimed I would be. Proving everyone right who said Silvermo