MasukPOV: Calista RiversThe first clean breath I had taken in three days was at the habor. Behind us, the high glass towers of Manhattan stood tall and dark, but the burning orange light of the falling spire had faded into thin gray wisps. The city felt empty now. The loud humming of the central grid was gone, the rhythmic lapping of the river waves against the wooden dock posts.I sat on the dropped tailgate of the lead logging truck, wrapped in a thick wool blanket that smelled of mountain smoke.My left arm was still tied tight against my ribs, but my doctor’s brain could tell the bone was starting to settle. The deep ache in my collarbone had cooled into a manageable throb. I held a small tin cup of hot well-water in my right hand, letting the steam warm my face. My fingers were still marked with pink, fresh scars where the silver fire had bitten through my skin, but they no longer bled.Kael stood two feet away on the gravel shore. He had shed his jacket, wearing only a sleeve
POV: Calista RiversThe front iron gate gave way with a screech as the lead logging truck smashed straight through it.The heavy bumper crushed the black metal posts into kindling. Behind the truck, three hundred mountain wolves poured into the stone courtyard like an overflowing river of gray fur and flashing steel.General Vane gasped, his small eyes widening as he watched his defense line collapse in less than thirty seconds. Kael dropped him onto the stone porch like a sack of wet salt. The silver-haired man hit the ground hard, his fine blue suit tearing on the jagged marble tiles."Tie him to the iron post" Alpha Magnus ordered, striding up the steps with his heavy rifle resting over one broad shoulder. His face was covered in black soot, but his amber eyes burned with a fierce triumph. "If his remaining men keep shooting from the upper windows, he dies first."Jarek scrambled up the steps behind Magnus, his dark tablet tucked under one arm while he carried a heavy crowbar i
POV: Calista RiversInside the blue dome was hot and thick. It was like stepping into an oven filled with dry salt and burning iron.My lungs burned as I pulled myself up off the stone courtyard. Kael’s hand was at my elbow, steadying my frame. His silver eyes flicked over my face, scanning for new injuries.Through our soul-thread, his thoughts were controlled lines of tension. *Fifty against a hundred,* the bond hummed, a low frequency in my ribcage. *Small odds. Good odds. Keep her behind the stone.*Behind us, the blue magical dome crackled against the black iron fence. Outside that glowing wall, Alpha Magnus slammed the butt of his rifle against the force field. The stock burst into yellow sparks, but the blue wall didn't even ripple. Magnus, Jarek, and three hundred of our wolves were locked out.We were locked in."A clean tight circle" Alpha Silas muttered, stepping up beside us. He adjusted his grip on his heavy iron axe. His timber-wolf fur coat was singed at the trim,
POV: Calista RiversThe marble lobby of the bank was too quiet.I stood near a tall glass pillar, my breath making small patches of fog on the clean surface. My left arm was still tied tight against my ribs, but the deep, burning ache in my collarbone had faded into a dull throb. I used my right hand to tighten the dark jacket Kael had given me, keeping the cold morning air from locking up my stiff muscles.The five hundred mountain wolves moved through the grand room like gray ghosts. They did not touch the gold counters or the expensive leather chairs. They kept their bodies low, their bright amber eyes scanning the wide street outside the front windows.Kael stood directly in front of me, his broad back forming a solid wall against the glass. The thin soul-thread in my chest was humming with a fast, heavy rhythm. Through the bond, I could feel his inner wolf pacing back and forth, sniffing the air for the scent of silver-dampening magic or the bitter smell of sulfur.*We are
POV: Calista RiversThe five logging trucks did not roll down the open avenues of Manhattan. We kept them close to the sides of the high glass buildings, their diesel engines making a muffled rumble that bounced off the polished stone walls. The morning sun was now high, burning away the last of the gray river fog, but the shadows between the giant skyscrapers remained deep, still.I sat in the front cab of the first truck again. Jarek was driving, his rough hands gripping the steering wheel so hard you could see his knuckles white.Kael sat right next to me in the cramped space, his legs pushed up against the metal dashboard. He had found a clean black shirt to replace his torn rags, but he hadn't bandaged the fresh cuts on his chest. Through our soul-thread in my chest, I could feel the hard pulse of his nervous system. It felt like a tightly wound wire ready to snap. He was not looking at the beautiful glass towers or the empty luxury shops, but traps. He knew that a quiet ci
POV: Calista RiversThe inside of the central toll office was too white.The Council had built this room out of polished plastic panels and clean glass. It had bright fluorescent lights in the ceiling that hummed with a buzzing sound, making my eyes ache after so many hours in the dark subway tunnels. The floor was covered in smooth grey tiles that still smelled of strong chemical bleach, but now those tiles were covered in muddy boot prints and dark streaks of red blood.I sat on a metal folding chair by the front counter, trying to stop my hands from shaking.Elena was standing across the room, tearing a clean white bedsheet into long bandages with her teeth. She had found a box of medical tape and two bottles of clear antiseptic liquid hidden inside an upper cabinet. Her own face was pale, and her dark hair was a messy knot around her ears, but her hands were steady as she worked."We have twelve warriors inside the back office" Elena said, her voice low as she dropped a roll o
Kael Varyn's POVI had imagined this moment a thousand times.The moment Calista learned the truth. The moment she looked at me with hatred in her eyes and asked the question I had been dreading for three centuries.Did you kill me?And every time, in every version of this moment I had played out i
Calista Rivers' POVI woke up in a place that smelled like old books and candle wax.My head throbbed. My body ached. For a moment, I thought I was back in the hospital, recovering from some terrible accident. But when I opened my eyes, I saw wooden shelves crammed with bottles, jars, and strange o
Kael Varyn's POVRiver found me on the roof of my building, staring at the city below."You look like hell," he said, leaning against the railing beside me."I feel like hell," I admitted.River was my Beta. My second-in-command. And the only person in the world who had stood by me for the past thr
Calista Rivers' POVI did not go home that night.I could not. Every time I thought about my apartment, I imagined shadow creatures waiting in the corners. Red eyes watching me from the dark.So I stayed at Elena's shop. She gave me a cot in the back room and told me to rest. But rest was impossibl







