MasukIvonne's POVThe mist thickened and the images inside it sharpened, until I stopped breathing.Inside the mist... was my living room. The one in the house Lincoln and I had shared, with the tall windows and the cream walls and the desk in the corner where I used to sit and go through paperwork while the afternoon light came in sideways.I recognised every detail of it, despite the fact that the memory had been locked away for so long that seeing it again felt like a physical punch. The room was exactly as it had been — and standing in it was me.Not me now.Me from three years ago, visibly pregnant, moving slowly from the weight of the baby. I watched myself kiss Lincoln at the door, and Lincoln looked happy.We both did. I remembered feeling like everything in the world was finally oerfect... Oh how naive I had been.I watched myself settle at the desk, pulling Lincoln's business documents toward me, and drinking from a cup of tea. Everything was completely ordinary, exactly as I re
Ivonne's POV:"Mummy," The girl had called me and the word hung in the air between us and refused to dissolve the way impossible things were supposed to."I —" I looked down at the small arms wrapped around my waist and then up at Thorin, whose expression had moved through confusion and arrived somewhere close to alarm."No, she is mistaken, I don't know her," I said, and my voice came out strange and thin. "Thorin, I have never seen this child before in my life.""Then why is she —""I don't know," I said.The girl pulled back just far enough to look up at me, and the directness of her gaze was startling — not the uncertain, frightened look of a lost child but something steadier and older than her face suggested. Her eyes were dark and clear and completely certain."You do know me," she said quietly. "You're my mummy.""Sweetheart," I said carefully, crouching down to her level, trying to keep my voice gentle even though my heart was hammering. "I think you might be confused. I don'
Ivonne's povI almost agreed with Thorin. But then I saw it again. It was definitely not a trick, not a shadow, or a shape moving between the trees at a distance.It was a living being that was intentionally keeping pace with us. It was there one second and then gone in the next and then there again."Thorin," I said in a tense tone."I see it," he said, and his voice had changed completely.He was frozen in place and slowly pulling out a sharp and long knife.We turned together and watched the tree line, both of us still, as the shape moved again and this time it didn't disappear.It just stopped. And as my eyes adjusted to the distance and the darkness between the trees, the shape formed and resolved into something that made absolutely no sense given where we were.It was a girl. A little young girl of maybe seven or eight years old, standing between two enormous trees with her hands at her sides, completely still, watching us with an expression I couldn't read from this distance.T
Ivonne's povThe first thirty minutes inside the Aldenmere were, if I was being completely honest with myself, deeply boring and anticlimactic.The forest was dense and stubborn and required actual physical work to get through , with branches low enough to force us into a crouch, undergrowth so thick in places that we had to use our knives to clear a path, roots breaking through the ground at unpredictable angles that caught our feet if we weren't watching carefully.But beyond the physical inconvenience of it, there was nothing.No supernatural shifting paths. No sounds that shouldn't be there. No creeping sensation of being observed by something ancient and intentional. Just dark, overgrown, uncooperative forest that smelled of damp soil and old bark and absolutely nothing else.I kept waiting for something to happen and nothing did."Is it always like this at the beginning?" I asked, pushing a branch out of my face."No," Thorin said, cutting through a particularly stubborn section
Ivonne's POVI couldn't sit still after I found the note.I sat on the edge of my bed with Hector's handwriting staring up at me from my lap and turned the seven words over and over in my mind until the sky outside my window had gone from deep blue to the pale grey of early morning.They plan to kill you in there.Someone had a plan. A specific, deliberate plan to murder me.Which meant the Aldenmere wasn't just going to be dangerous in the way Thorin and Elara and everyone else had been warning me about. It was going to be dangerous in an additional and more personal way on top of all of that.DamnThe first thing I felt was fear. The second thing was worry — not for myself but for Hector, because if someone had gone to the trouble of planning something specifically for me inside that forest, there was no reason to assume they hadn't planned something for him too.He was the other inconvenient person in this competition. He was the Alpha they were trying to replace. If anything, he w
Ivonne's povElara didn't give me a chance to argue about where we were going. She simply pulled me through the thinning corridors of the palace until we reached a small sitting room tucked away from the main area,Viera closed the door behind us and Denise immediately sat down across from me with the expression of someone who had been waiting to say something for a while and was done waiting.All three of them started talking at once.I let them, because it was clear they needed to, and because the way they were talking — over each other, interrupting, occasionally contradicting specific details before agreeing on the conclusion — told me this wasn't something they had rehearsed. This was real, and clearly important.I sat with my hands folded in my lap and my face as still as I could keep it and I listened."The Aldenmere is not like anything you have ever encountered," Elara began."People go in and they simply don't come back," Viera said over her. "Not even in pieces, Sometimes s







