ALORA“Can I see them again?” My voice cracked, and my throat was raw from crying, from screaming, from everything.The doctor paused in the doorway, her hands full of charts, and glanced toward Catherine as if the decision belonged to her. Catherine gave the faintest nod. Only then did the doctor step aside.“They’re right here, Luna,” she said gently.I lurched forward with trembling hands as I gripped the frame of the NICU viewing window. Behind the glass, the twins lay in separate bassinets, wrapped snugly, their tiny chests rising and falling rhythmically. Wires and tubes trailed from their bodies, their monitors were blinking softly, but they were breathing. They were alive.I pressed my palm to the glass, and a sob tore out of me. “Oh, goddess. They’re really here, they’re here.”“They’re safe,” Catherine said from behind me in a low voice. She moved closer, placing a hand on my shoulder. “They’re right where they belong now.”I nodded furiously, blurring my vision with fresh t
CATHERINEFor a moment I couldn’t move.The baby blankets were soft in my hands, faded with familiar stitching. I could still see the store clerk smiling as I asked for the twins’ names to be embroidered in neat cursive. I had stood for hours in that shop, choosing colors and fabrics, imagining Alora’s shy smile when I placed the finished bundles in her hands.And now they sat here.Shoved into a bin.Hidden in a rotting house at the edge of the woods like they meant nothing.My wolf snarled inside me, claws raking against the edges of my skin, demanding blood. The rage was so hot, so sharp, I could barely breathe. If I stayed in this room one moment longer, I would tear the walls down with my bare hands.But rage wouldn’t bring answers. Rage wouldn’t save the twins. And now that I knew for a fact that the babies had been here, getting angry and acting on my own wouldn’t be a smart thing to do. So I forced myself to stay level headed, shoved the blankets back down with trembling hands
CATHERINELilith lied.I knew it the moment her voice slid through the phone last night, soft and sweet as honey. “I’m at the pack house, Catherine. I’ve had a headache all evening.”If only she knew I’d been standing in the woods when she said it, watching her cloaked figure slip past the woods into the strange abandoned house in the woods. I didn’t call her out. Sometimes it’s better to let liars think they’ve won. They grow careless when they believe no one is watching.So I watched.And I waited. Lilith didn’t come out of the house even though I waited for almost thirty minutes. I decided to leave for my own safety, but I knew that something fishy was going down somewhere.By morning, I had already decided what I would do.When I found her in the hospital hallway with her hair perfectly in place, and her dress just rumpled enough to look casual, she wore the same mask of innocence she always did.I knew she had her monthly checkup at the hospital today, and I’d been patiently wai
LILITHThe night wrapped around me like a cloak, thick and quiet, and I smiled at the thought that I didn’t need its protection. I had my own. Still, the black fabric of my hood draped neatly over my head, the hem brushing my cheekbones, my boots whispering against the stone as I slipped out of the compound gates. I didn’t look back. Looking back was for people who feared being caught.I didn’t fear.The guards at the gate barely lifted their heads. They were used to me by now — the grieving sister of their Luna, the pretty shadow who wandered in and out of the pack house at odd hours. If they thought anything at all, it was probably that I was restless and lonely. That I couldn’t quite fit anywhere, and so I drifted.And that was the beauty of it.They underestimated me. They all did. And when people underestimated you, you became invisible.My lips curled in a smile and satisfaction spread all over me.Everything was falling into place.Sebastian’s absence from the hospital, Alora’s
CATHERINE The hospital room was dim, lit only by a lamp in the corner and the glow of moonlight spilling across the bed. Alora lay turned toward the window, her back half to me, her body still and stiff under the thin blanket. She hadn’t spoken much since the twins were taken.I set the tray I carried down on the table. The clink of the porcelain seemed too loud in the silence.“You haven’t eaten all day,” I said gently, though I knew she wouldn’t answer.She didn’t. Her shoulders rose with one shallow breath, then another.I sighed and pulled a chair closer to the bed. “I’m not here to scold you, sweetheart. I just… I thought maybe you’d want company.”Her gaze didn’t leave the window.We sat in silence for several minutes. I’d learned not to press too quickly; grief had its own timing. Finally, I folded my hands in my lap and tried a different approach.“You know, your mate hasn’t left this hospital since the attack,” I said softly. “He’s been running himself ragged. Searching, que
LILITH I had taken extra care to prepare everything. The fire was lit low, the curtains were drawn, and the air was perfumed with crushed lavender and bergamot. On the table, two cups waited, one laced with the white powder I had crushed to dust with the edge of a spoon. I stirred it carefully into the darker cup, watching the swirl disappear. It was a sleeping draught, it wasn’t deadly, just strong enough to make even an Alpha sleep for days. My wolf purred at my feet. He’ll come. He always comes. I smoothed my hair one last time, and checked the angle of the mirror. My reflection smiled back at me. I looked composed and elegant, and nothing like the feverish hunger that gnawed inside me. Sebastian would see poise and calm. He would never know what waited underneath. And then the knock came. It was soft, almost hesitant. I swallowed my thrill and forced my voice into a gentle murmur. “Come in.” The door creaked open, and there he was. Sebastian filled the doorway lik