LOGINAria barely slept.The note sat on the bedside table, folded exactly where she had left it. She had read the sentence so many times that she could have recited it without looking.If you want the truth, stop asking the Alphas. Meet me at the old chapel tomorrow at noon. Come alone.It was the last part that bothered her most.Come alone.If the woman knew enough to warn her about the Alphas, why would she want Aria to meet her without anyone knowing? It could be a trap. A stupid part of her mind kept insisting that she should throw the note away and forget the whole thing.Unfortunately, Aria had never been particularly good at ignoring a mystery.By eleven thirty the following morning, she had changed her mind about going at least six times. She stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself while tying her hair back."You are a photographer," she muttered. "You photograph things. You don't investigate strange towns with secretive people."Her reflection offered no useful advice.S
Aria read the note twice before folding it back along the same crease. She looked across the square, but the woman was gone. People were still moving toward their homes, carrying bags and calling to one another, but no one seemed to notice that a stranger had just handed her a secret. Or maybe they had noticed and simply knew better than to interfere. Aria slipped the note into the pocket of her jacket. She should have handed it to Darius. Or Theodore. Or Sheriff Cole. Anyone who actually understood what was happening in Pine Ridge. Instead, she found herself wondering what would happen if she did exactly what the note asked. Come alone. That part bothered her more than anything else. She walked back toward the bakery, but Mrs. Alvarez was already locking the front door. "You got what you needed?" the older woman asked. Aria hesitated. "I think so." Mrs. Alvarez studied her face. "That's not the face of someone who found what she needed." "I met someone." "Who?" "I don't
The question lingered in the air."A pack of what?" Aria asked again.The silence that followed was answer enough.Sheriff Cole cleared his throat and looked at Darius. "We should go."Victor nodded once. "The longer we stand here, the more people start asking questions."Aria gave a short, humorless laugh."Imagine that."Neither man smiled.Darius looked at her. "Go back to the estate.""You've been saying that a lot lately.""Because you never listen.""Maybe because no one tells me anything.""I know."His voice softened."And I hate that."She blinked.For the first time, he looked just as frustrated as she felt.He wasn't trying to shut her out.He genuinely couldn't tell her.Victor tossed his truck keys to Daniel."You drive."Daniel caught them easily."What about you?""I'm riding with Darius."The sheriff looked toward Aria."Miss Mendoza."She turned."I know none of this makes sense.""That's the first honest thing anyone's said to me all week."The corners of his mouth t
The square emptied faster than Aria had ever seen.Parents called for their children. Shopkeepers quietly pulled customers inside before locking their doors. The cheerful buzz that had filled Main Street only minutes ago dissolved into hurried footsteps and worried whispers. No one screamed. No one panicked.It was the kind of silence that came from people who had lived through this before.Darius turned to Daniel. "Where?""About five miles east of Miller's Creek."Victor's jaw tightened. "Who found him?""The morning patrol.""Witnesses?"Daniel shook his head."None."Victor looked at Darius. "We're leaving.""I'm coming with you," Aria said.Both men turned toward her."No," they answered together.She frowned."You didn't even let me finish.""I didn't need to," Victor replied."You've got to stop doing that.""And you've got to stop volunteering for dangerous situations.""I wasn't volunteering. I was asking.""You were absolutely volunteering."Before Aria could argue, Darius s
"So... you're the outsider everyone's talking about."The man's voice wasn't unfriendly, but it carried the kind of confidence that made people instinctively step aside. He looked at Aria as though he already knew enough about her to form an opinion.Aria met his gaze. "Should I be flattered... or worried?"One corner of his mouth lifted."That depends.""On what?""Whether the stories are true."She folded her arms. "You'll have to be more specific. Apparently there are quite a few stories."Darius let out a quiet sigh."Victor.""So you do remember my name.""I was hoping today would stay peaceful.""So was I."Victor glanced back at Aria."I've heard you ask a lot of questions.""I like knowing what's going on.""So do I.""Then maybe you can explain why everyone keeps treating me like I've walked into a classified military operation."A few people nearby suddenly became very interested in the fruit stand across the street. Nobody walked away. Nobody interrupted. They simply liste
The square wasn't empty. It's simply... paused. A moment ago, children had been racing after a runaway chicken while their parents laughed from the sidewalk. Now conversations faded one by one, as though someone had quietly turned the volume down on the entire town. Aria lowered her camera. "Did something happen?"Darius didn't answer immediately. His eyes were fixed on the tree line beyond the last row of buildings. Across the street, Mr. Jenkins whistled sharply. His old sheepdog, which had been happily sniffing around a flower bed moments earlier, came running without hesitation. Even the animal seemed uneasy."You noticed it too?" Aria asked.Darius nodded once."The dogs always do."She looked around again.Mrs. Alvarez had stopped arranging pastries in her display window. The violinist who'd been playing near the fountain quietly packed away his instrument. Nobody looked frightened, but everyone seemed... alert."What are they waiting for?""I'm hoping it's nothing."She glanced







