LOGINRoxellena’s POVFourteen minutes.That was how long we had stood frozen, staring at the still form on the hospital bed. The sharp scent of antiseptic clung to everything…the sheets, the air, even my clothes. Myra’s face looked almost peaceful, lips slightly parted, skin already cooling under the harsh fluorescent lights. No bruises. No signs of struggle. No starvation. Just… gone.I forced myself to replay the last hour in my head, searching for any detail I might have missed. Nothing changed. She was still dead.The door swung open. A female nurse hurried in, followed by a male nurse pushing a stretcher. The wheels squeaked against the linoleum.Jess was on her feet before either of them could speak. She lunged, one hand locking around the woman’s throat.“What the hell did you do to her?” Jess’s voice cracked with rage. “She was fine_she was fine!”The male nurse vaulted over the stretcher and wrenched Jess’s arm away. The female nurse staggered back, coughing hard, eyes wide
Roxellena’s POV “You know it’s my utmost desire to send you home,” Rosa said, tying a white cloth tightly around her knee, then another around her arm. The whistle blew. We launched at each other. Rosa threw her full weight against me, feet digging into the dirt, trying to force me backward. I barely shifted. This game was built for someone like me…solid, heavy, hard to move. The circle drawn in the ground might as well have been a fortress. I reached for her arms, her shoulders, anything to get a proper grip. My hands slid off every time, as if someone had coated her skin in oil. She twisted and pushed, refusing to give me an opening. We strained against each other, neither of us yielding, until the whistle cut through the air again. Time up. We stepped out. Bowen and Magnus took our place. Magnus didn’t waste a second. One sharp shove and Bowen went stumbling out of the circle. The group erupted in laughter. Even I felt a small smile tug at my mouth. Next came S
Roxellena’s POV“Do you remember the last place she was found? Or anyone who saw her the same day you last spoke to her?” Alpha Adrian asked, pen moving steadily across the page in front of him.I shook my head. “No. She left the dormitory early that morning. No one mentioned seeing her after that.”He wrote something down, then looked up. His expression was calm, but the intensity in his eyes made it clear he was already mapping out every possible route she could have taken.“I will search every territory in the pack until your friend is found,” he said. “Personally.”Jess and I had been sitting across from him for nearly an hour. Question after question. Details we had already repeated. At first it felt excessive. Then I understood. He wasn’t just gathering information,he was preparing to lead the search himself. That knowledge settled something uneasy in my chest.“I think it’s time we return to the dormitory,” Jess said, rising from her chair.Adrian nodded. “Sorry about Davis.”
Roxellena’s POVEver since Myra returned, something has been wrong. Not the loud, obvious kind of wrong. The quiet kind. The kind that sits in the room with you and refuses to explain itself.She moved slower. Spoke less. Ate without tasting. When she looked at us, it felt like she was looking through us, searching for someone who wasn’t there. I kept telling myself she was just exhausted. That whatever Jackmen had done to her would fade with sleep and routine. I was wrong.“Myra? Myra?” Jess and I stood beside her bed. Morning light cut across the sheets in thin, pale stripes.“Myra, today’s training day,” Jess said, keeping her voice gentle.Myra’s eyes opened halfway. “Leave me alone. I just want to rest.” She stretched, arched her back, and released a long, broken yawn that sounded more like a sigh of surrender than anything else.“Just go. I’ll meet you later.”Jess sat down hard on the plastic chair. “We’re not going without you.”For a moment I thought Myra would argue. In
Adrian POVDusk was settling fast, the sky bleeding from orange into deep purple, and she was still nowhere in sight.I hoped Mike had delivered my message.I leaned against the wall for another thirty minutes, arms crossed, When she still didn’t appear, I pushed off and took a step forward.“Relax. She’ll show,” Brax murmured in my head, his voice low and certain.I gave it one more half hour. When those minutes bled away with nothing but the wind and the distant sounds of the pack grounds, I finally gave up. I swung onto my bike, kicked it to life, and headed for the mansion.The headlights cut through the growing dark as I rolled up the drive. A figure stood near the entrance, one hand raised to shield their face from the glare. I eased off the throttle and adjusted the brightness. The hand dropped.It was her.I killed the engine, left the bike where it stood, and closed the distance in a few long strides. She met me halfway. We crashed into each other, arms locking tight, and
Roxellena’s POVI opened my mouth in shock, unable to believe what I had just heard.A sharp, agonized cry tore through the corridor.Everyone froze.I looked at my friends. Their faces were filled with confusion,everyone except Myra. Her expression was cold and satisfied, as if she had just claimed a long-awaited victory.Moments later, Myla appeared, walking slowly toward the cell we shared. Her white clothes were stained dark with blood.She stopped in front of the bars and reached through them. Myra immediately took her hand.“I had my revenge,” Myla said quietly.Myra’s fingers tightened around hers. “When will I see you again?”Tears welled in both twins’ eyes.“I don’t know,” Myla whispered. Her voice cracked as the tears she had been holding back finally slipped down her cheeks. “Take care of yourself, Myra.”She pulled her hand free and stepped back. Heavy boots echoed down the hallway, growing louder with every second.A group of men appeared,dozens of them. Their posture an







