LOGINLuciano's POV
"Who the hell steals half-burned corpses in the middle of the night?"
The question hung in the air, unanswered. I stood at the edge of the clearing, watching the orange flames lick at the black sky. This was supposed to be a holy night. We were supposed to be sending these souls back to the Moon Goddess in peace. Instead, I was looking at eighteen piles of dirt and ash that had been ripped open. The bodies were gone.
I was still coming down from my shift. Th
Alanza’s POV"What are you planning to do about the blood on your hands?"London stands over me, his shadow stretching across the floor like a dark stain. I stare at him, my throat tight and dry. I have no answer for him. The thought that I might cause more death as I move forward is a weight that paralyzes my lungs. I never wanted this. I never asked to be the reason people stopped breathing."You have a long climb ahead of you before you can actually earn that spot next to the Alpha," London says. He jabs a thick finger through the air, pointing it directly at my chest. "Sit up straight, girl. Why are you wallowing in your own fear instead of sharpening your edge?"My mind goes completely blank. I want to defend myself, to offer some kind of explanation or a clever retort, but nothing comes. I am just a girl in a chair, stunned by how blunt he is being. I didn't expect a confrontation today. I didn't expect him to reach into my chest and pull out
Alanza’s POV"You still haven't learned to keep your guard up, even in a locked room," London said, his voice like gravel grinding together.I sat on the edge of the mattress, my legs dangling. The silence in the room was heavy. Beside me, Sombra was a physical weight against my thigh. She looked like she was sleeping, her eyes pressed shut, but I felt the tension humming through her fur. She was fighting her own battles in the dark corners of our shared mind, wrestling with shadows I couldn't see.The two guards by the door stiffened simultaneously. Sombra’s ears twitching was the only warning before her head snapped up. She fixed her gaze on the wood paneling of the door.Someone is coming, she pulsed into my mind.The guards relaxed a second later, their eyes glazing over as they received a telepathic link from whoever was in the hallway. Sombra didn't settle, though. She sniffed the air, her tail giving a single, hesitant thump.
Luciano's POV"Who the hell steals half-burned corpses in the middle of the night?"The question hung in the air, unanswered. I stood at the edge of the clearing, watching the orange flames lick at the black sky. This was supposed to be a holy night. We were supposed to be sending these souls back to the Moon Goddess in peace. Instead, I was looking at eighteen piles of dirt and ash that had been ripped open. The bodies were gone.I was still coming down from my shift. The cool night air hit my skin, but it didn't do much to kill the heat of my temper. My bare feet sank into the soft, wet mud. I could feel the grit between my toes as I walked toward the nearest empty grave."Alpha."Karlos appeared at my side. He didn't say much, just held out the bundle of spare clothes we always kept in the trucks for situations like this. I grabbed a pair of denim jeans and shoved my legs into them. I pulled them up with a rough yank, nearly popping the button i
Alanza’s POV"So, five miles around the training track is exactly twenty laps?" I asked.I kept my voice low, but the question had been stinging the back of my brain ever since the guard mentioned the distance. The man I called Muddy-Blue Eyes turned away from the window. He didn't look like he respected me much, but he kept his tone professional."I beg your pardon?" He blinked, his brow furrowing into deep lines. "Yes. Twenty laps. That is the standard."I shook my head, my frown deepening. "Not twelve?""No. It is twenty. It takes four laps to make a single mile."I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning. My memory of basic training was vivid, mostly because of the agonizing pain. "London told us to run five miles every single morning. He always insisted it was twelve laps."Muddy-Blue Eyes looked genuinely stunned. His eyes widened, and he shared a quick, confused glance with his partner. "Beta-Mentor
Alanza’s POV"Did you actually see where it went, or are you just going to stare at the floor all night?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.The heavy oak door to my bedroom hadn't just opened; it had practically been kicked off its hinges. Two guards I recognized from my time at Lucia's apartment stood in the threshold, their postures rigid and their hands hovering near their tactical belts. They didn't look at me first. Instead, their eyes tracked toward the two men crumpled on the carpet like discarded laundry."Miss Verity, are you hurt?" the one on the left asked, though his attention remained on the unconscious pair. He sniffed the air, his nose wrinkling. "I smell tobacco. And we heard two distinct impacts. What happened in here?"I blinked, trying to reconcile the timing. "Just now? You heard them hit the floor just now?""Seconds ago," he confirmed, stepping over the threshold.On the floor, the two fallen guards began to
Alanza’s POV"Any updates on the vampire?" I asked.The taller guard leaned against the doorframe. He had cold eyes and shoulders that blocked out most of the hallway light. He looked at me like I was something he had stepped in on the sidewalk."Why do you even care?" he snapped.His voice was like a physical slap. I felt the heat climb up my neck and sting my cheeks. I looked down at my hands, feeling small in the center of the room. "I just do not want anyone to get hurt tonight," I said. My voice sounded thin, even to me.The second shifter, a shorter man with a scar under his eye, grabbed his partner’s arm. He gave a sharp, silent shake of his head. They both turned their backs on me. The dismissal felt like a wall of ice.I looked over at Sombra. She was curled in a square of moonlight on the rug, her tail tucked over her nose. Usually, she had something biting to say when people treated us like this. She usually told me to
Alanza’s POV"Can you hear me? Wake up," a deep voice demands.The words feel like they are coming from underwater. I try to pull air into my lungs, but a sharp, stabbing heat in my chest cuts my breath short. My ribs are definitely broken. I keep my eyes squeezed shut for a s
Alanza’s POV"You better keep your eyes on the road before you kill us all," Mars growled.I stared past his shoulder at the blurring green of the forest. The city was long gone. Giant pines crowded the edges of the pavement like a wall. My throat felt tight, like a physical w
Luciano’s POV"Can I help who is next in line?"The voice is like a punch to my solar plexus. I have spent the last three weeks inhaling the ghost of her on unwashed pillowcases and lingering in the stairwell of her apartment building just to catch a stray note of vanilla and honey. Now, she is fiv
Alanza’s POV"That bastard was here."Sombra's voice was a low rumble in my head, rough like a snarl. The dog body she wore paced the small bedroom, hackles stiff, sniffing every corner. She was intimidating even as a husky."He won't harm you," she confirmed, her lip curling slightly. "I can smell







