LOGIN"You cannot be serious right now."
Camille stood in the middle of their dorm room, hands on her hips, staring at Yuna like she had grown a second head. Which, given recent events, wasn't entirely impossible. "I'm telling you the truth," Yuna said, sitting on her bed with her knees pulled to her chest. "I don't know what's wrong with me. Ever since my bracelet broke, I've been feeling strange." It wasn't a complete lie. Just not the whole truth. Camille sat down beside her, her expression softening. "Strange how? Like sick? Should we go to the campus clinic?" "No!" Yuna said too quickly. "No clinics. I just need rest." A knock on the door made them both jump. Camille got up to answer it, and Yuna's heart nearly stopped when she saw who it was. Christopher stood in the hallway, his nose bandaged, his expression unreadable. Behind him stood two of his friends, both smirking. "What do you want?" Camille demanded, moving to block the doorway. "I need to talk to Yuna," Christopher said. "Alone." "Absolutely not," Camille shot back. "It's okay," Yuna said quietly, standing up. Her hands were shaking, but she forced herself to meet Christopher's eyes. "I'll talk to him." Camille looked like she wanted to argue, but Yuna gave her a pleading look. After a moment, Camille stepped aside, though she didn't look happy about it. Yuna stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind her. Christopher's friends immediately started snickering, but he held up a hand to silence them. "Wait downstairs," he told them. They left, still laughing. Christopher turned back to Yuna, and she braced herself for more humiliation. More cruel words. Instead, he surprised her. "I heard what happened at the tournament," he said. "Everyone's talking about how you played like a completely different person." Yuna said nothing, waiting for the insult. The mockery. "I also heard about Megan," Christopher continued. "About what she did to your bracelet." "So?" Yuna crossed her arms defensively. "Did you come here to gloat?" "No." Christopher looked uncomfortable, shifting his weight. "I came to warn you. Megan's planning something. She's been talking to people, spreading rumors. She's trying to get you kicked off the team." "Why do you care?" Yuna asked bitterly. "You made it pretty clear what you think of me." Christopher had the decency to look ashamed. "Look, what I did was messed up. I know that. But Megan's dangerous when she wants revenge. Just watch your back." He turned to leave, but Yuna called after him. "Wait. Why are you really telling me this?" Christopher paused, not looking back. "Because maybe I'm not as much of a jerk as I thought I was." He walked away before Yuna could respond. She stood in the hallway for a long moment, trying to process what just happened. Christopher warning her? Showing remorse? Nothing made sense anymore. When she went back inside, Camille pounced immediately. "What did he want?" "To warn me about Megan," Yuna said, still confused. "He said she's planning something." "Of course she is," Camille muttered. "That girl is a viper. But since when does Christopher care about warning you?" "I don't know." Yuna's phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. Meet me at the library. Third floor. We need to talk about tomorrow. - N Her stomach flipped. Noah. "I need to go," Yuna said, grabbing her jacket. "Go where? Yuna, it's almost curfew." "I'll be back before then. I promise." She left before Camille could protest further. The campus library was nearly empty at this hour. Most students were either at dinner or holed up in their dorms, still spooked from the kitsune sighting. Yuna took the stairs to the third floor, her heart pounding. She found Noah in the back corner, surrounded by books. He looked up when she approached, and the relief in his eyes was almost painful. "You came," he said. "You texted." Noah gestured for her to sit. "We have a problem. The silver charms are being distributed tomorrow morning. Every student has to wear one." "I know." Yuna sank into the chair across from him. "What am I supposed to do? The second I put it on, I'll transform, won't I?" "Probably." Noah ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "I've been researching all afternoon. There has to be a way around this." "And?" "Silver disrupts supernatural energy. For werewolves, it burns. For kitsunes, it breaks illusions and forces transformation." He pushed a book toward her. "But there might be a loophole." Yuna looked at the page he had marked. It was written in old English, barely readable, but she caught key phrases. Diluted silver. Partial exposure. Temporary resistance. "If the silver is mixed with other metals, it weakens the effect," Noah explained. "It won't completely protect you, but it might buy us time." "How do we dilute the charms? They're already made." Noah pulled something from his pocket. A silver charm, identical to the ones that would be distributed tomorrow. But this one had been altered somehow, wrapped in copper wire. "I made this," he said. "The copper interferes with the silver's purity. It's not perfect, but it should keep you from transforming immediately." Yuna stared at the charm, then at Noah. "You did this for me?" "Don't make it a big deal," Noah said, but his ears turned slightly red. "I just don't want you getting killed because of some stupid charm distribution." Yuna took the charm carefully, turning it over in her hands. The metal felt warm, almost alive. "Thank you," she whispered. "Don't thank me yet. We still don't know if it'll work." They sat in silence for a moment. The library was so quiet Yuna could hear the clock ticking on the wall, could hear Noah's steady breathing. "Your father," Yuna said finally. "At the assembly. He was looking right at me." "He looks at everyone like that," Noah said, but there was tension in his voice. "He's suspicious by nature." "He's going to find out, isn't he? That I'm the kitsune." "Not if I can help it." "Noah, you can't keep protecting me. If he finds out you knew, he'll—" "He won't find out." Noah's voice was firm. "I won't let him." "Why are you doing this?" Yuna asked desperately. "You should hate me. I'm everything your family has been hunting for generations. I'm dangerous. Your father said so himself."The Malibu property looked exactly like what it was trying to look like: a retreat.Low, modern buildings connected by walkways, overlooking the ocean. The kind of place that communicated safety through architecture, warm lighting and open spaces and the sound of water. Noah recognized the design intelligence in it. Caine hadn't built a compound. He'd built something that felt like an exhale.He and Christopher had arrived separately, Noah using his father's credentials as a framework for a routine hunter perimeter check, Christopher with a cover story about a real estate inquiry that was thin but plausible."I hate this," Christopher murmured as they walked toward the main building. He said it without drama, just statement of fact."You asked to help," Noah said."I know. I still hate it." Christopher glanced sideways. "Is Yuna watching somehow?""No. She's on campus." Noah scanned the property as they walked. Six people visible outside. Probably more within. None of them looked dist
Grace was twenty four and she had her sister's face without her sister's impulsiveness.She was waiting at Andrew Phillips's estate when they arrived, sitting in the kitchen with a mug she wasn't drinking from, her eyes showing the particular exhaustion of someone who had been frightened for a long time and was very close to the end of their ability to manage it.She looked up when Yuna walked in and something in her expression collapsed with relief, just briefly, before she composed it."Thank you for coming," Grace said.Yuna sat across from her. "Tell me what happened.""Sophie and I have been staying with Patrick in Los Angeles. It's been good. Stable." Grace wrapped both hands around the mug. "Three days ago, Sophie got a call. She didn't tell me who from, but she was different afterward. Quieter. Thinking about something she wasn't saying.""Caine's person," Yuna said."I think so. Yes." Grace stared at the table. "Then yesterday Tyler showed up at Patrick's. Said he'd been in c
The council building was downtown, on a street that looked unremarkable from the outside because it was designed to.Noah drove. Camille had offered to come but Yuna declined, partly because this needed to be a small, focused meeting and partly because she needed Camille back on campus keeping an eye on Garrett, who had been visibly absent for two days, which was somehow more unsettling than when he was present.The lobby had the cold, functional energy of a place that had been serious for a long time. A woman at the front desk checked Noah's name, glanced at Yuna with careful neutrality, and directed them to the third floor.Walter Bishop was already in the room.He was smaller than Yuna expected. People with reputations often were. A compact, white haired man with a hearing aid in his left ear and hands that shook very slightly when he stood to greet them. His face was deeply lined, not from age alone but from decades of expression, furrowed brows and squinted focus all pressed perm
The call happened at nine on the dot.Yuna was alone in her room, Rebecca and Camille giving her the space, Noah two floors down in a study room but with his phone on and his attention pointed her direction like a compass needle.Diane answered on the second ring."Yuna." Her voice was measured. Not cold exactly, but carefully positioned. The voice of a woman who had been careful for so long it had become her default setting."Thank you for taking the call," Yuna said."Rebecca said you wanted to listen. I figured that was worth twenty minutes.""Then I'll listen."A beat of silence, and Yuna could almost hear Diane recalibrating."I've been in Durango for six years," Diane said finally. "Same apartment. Same job at the library. Same twenty minute walk every morning. I built a small life." Her voice was even but something underneath it wasn't. "I have colleagues who trust me. A neighbor who leaves me soup when she thinks I look tired. A cat named after a poet.""What's the cat's name?
"What exactly did Caine say to them?"Yuna had pulled Rebecca into the common room at the end of the hall, which was empty at this hour. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, unhelpfully clinical.Rebecca sat on the arm of a chair, her posture tight. "He reached out through an intermediary. Someone who approached Diane in person at the coffee shop near her apartment in Colorado.""Someone who knew where she was," Yuna said."Yes. Which means he either has resources we underestimated or someone gave him the locations." Rebecca's jaw was set. "I've been going through who knew where Diane was staying. It's a short list.""You think there's someone on the inside.""I think it's possible." Rebecca looked at her carefully. "I'm not pointing fingers. I'm telling you what the facts suggest."Yuna sat down. "What was the message? Exactly.""That the Binding is a leash. That royal bloodline doesn't mean qualified leadership, it means inherited control. That Yuna Kanzaki is twenty years old, u
Monday morning arrived grey and purposeful.They loaded the car in Margaret's clearing while she stood on the porch with her arms crossed, watching. She had spent both days putting Yuna through training that was nothing like Noah's physical combat preparation. Where Noah had taught her body, Margaret taught her attention.How to feel the Binding without being overwhelmed by it. How to project calm through the connection rather than anxiety, which apparently kitsunes in distress broadcast like a radio signal. How to recognize when something pressing against the connection was safe and when it wasn't.By Sunday evening Yuna was exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with her muscles."Three weeks," Margaret had said at dinner. "I'll be in Los Angeles in three weeks. Before then, practice daily. Even five minutes. The Binding is like a muscle. Use it or lose the strength you built.""I will.""And stay away from Garrett." Margaret had looked at her very directly. "Not because you can'
Camille laughed in disbelief."That's not funny, Yuna.""I'm not joking."The laughter died. Camille looked between Yuna and Noah, her expression shifting from amusement to confusion to dawning horror."You're serious.""Yes.""You're the kitsune." Camille's voice came out barely above a whisper. "
"You need to forget what you heard."Yuna's voice came out harder than she intended, but panic was clawing at her throat. Christopher stood in the shadows of the alcove, arms crossed, studying her with an expression she couldn't read."Kind of difficult to forget," Christopher said. "Noah Phillips
"Strip the beds. Check the closets. I want every inch of this building searched."Andrew Phillips's voice carried through the thin walls of the dorm, cold and commanding. Yuna sat frozen on her bed, listening to doors being kicked open, furniture being moved, girls crying in confusion and fear.Cam
Noah leaned forward, his eyes intense. "You're not dangerous. You're scared and confused and you didn't ask for any of this.""You don't know that. What if I hurt someone? What if I can't control it?""Then I'll help you learn to control it.""Noah—""I'm not letting them kill you, Yuna." His voice







