FAZER LOGINJenn’s POV I was on my knees beside him before I understood I’d moved. My hands pressed against the wound, and I pushed every ounce of power I had into him – the dark wolf howling, Liam’s strength flooding through the bond, everything I had. But the poisoned light drank it all. “Vicktor –” He smiled. The hard lines of his face softened, the weight he’d been carrying for twenty years lifting all at once. “He’s dead. Grant is dead.” His hand found mine. His grip was still strong, even now. “Tell my people I died well.” “You’re not dying –” “I am.” His eyes drifted closed. “Your father would be proud of you, Jenn. And I can finally join them there. My family… they’re waiting for me.” His eyes finally closed and his hand went slack in mine. I knelt there in the blood, my hands still pressed against his wound, and I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Could only stare at his face – at the peace that had finally settled over his features. Liam’s hand found my shoulder. He didn’t try to pu
Jenn’s POV “You know,” I said, “I used to be afraid of you.” His lip curled. “You should still be afraid of me, little Alpha.” “No.” I stepped forward. The dark wolf pressed so close to the surface that my voice came out layered and strange, echoing against the ancient stone. “I was afraid of you when I didn’t know what I was. When I thought you were the monster under my bed, the reason my parents died, the shadow that would hunt me forever.” My boots scuffed against the stone as I halted at the base of the platform. The heirloom’s light washed over my face, cold as a dead hand against my skin. “But you’re not a monster. You’re just a man who spent his whole life chasing power that was never his to hold.” His hands shook harder. The heirloom’s pulse quickened, the colors swirling faster. “I held this realm in my fist for decades –” “You held nothing.” I tilted my head. “You killed my parents because you couldn’t have what you wanted. You sent your daughter into my husband’s bed
Jenn’s POV Liam’s hand found the small of my back as he appeared at my side. The mate bond hummed between us, and where I’d felt his fear coiled tight the night before, there was only stillness now. I didn’t say anything. I reached back and pressed my palm against his chest, right over his heart, and felt the steady thump of it against my fingers. Vicktor caught my eye from across the space. His fingers drummed once against the desk before he pushed himself to his feet. Behind him, Osiris stood apart from the others, his dark eyes fixed on the mountains. He’d been silent since the council ended. The dark wolf uncoiled beneath my ribs, a slow stretch of heat. “I guess it’s time to end this.” The convoy rolled out as the first pale light of dawn bled over the mountains. I rode in the lead vehicle with Liam at the wheel and Vicktor in the seat behind us, his blade across his knees. Behind us, the Fox soldiers followed in tight formation, their green and silver armor catching the mo
Jenn’s POV I swallowed the burning ache in my throat. “Nothing will happen to me.” I said with a confidence I didn’t feel. “I promise.” Alice pulled me into a hug then, and her arms wrapped around me with a fierce, desperate strength that reminded me of every time she had held me as a child after my parents died. I buried my face in her shoulder and breathed in the scent of her. When I finally pulled back, her cheeks were wet but her jaw was set. “I love you,” I whispered. “I love you too.” She cupped my face in both hands – the same gesture Liam used, I realized suddenly, the same tenderness – and her thumbs brushed the tears from my cheeks. “Now go. End this. And come back to me.” The estate was quiet when I finally made my way back to our quarters. The moon hung heavy in the sky, nearly full, and its pale light spilled through the window and pooled silver on the bed where Liam was waiting for me. He'd shed his jacket and kicked off his boots by the door. He was sitting on th
Jenn’s POV I didn't see Morgan arrive so much as feel her – a sudden, sharp tug of emotion that rippled through the courtyard like a stone dropped into still water. A strangled sound escaped her throat, and when I turned, the tears were already streaming down her cheeks in waves. Someone had taken the baby from her arms. A wise decision, as it turned out, because it gave her enough space to wring her hands together as she bit down on her bottom lip until I was certain it would bruise. “T – Tristan...” Her voice came out as a choked sob, barely recognizable. Tristan crossed the threshold in four long strides and engulfed her in his arms, pulling her against his chest with a desperation that spoke of months of separation and the kind of fear that only faded when you could finally touch the person you'd been terrified of losing. Morgan's fingers clutched at the torn fabric of his shirt, her shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs, and he held her like she was the only solid th
Jenn’s POV “Grant,” she gasped. “His name is Grant. He’s been on the Council for three hundred years. He’s worn a dozen bodies. But this one… he’s been waiting for this body for centuries. A vessel strong enough to hold an ancient power.” “And the heirloom?” I pressed. “What does it have to do with this ancient power? Why do you guys want it?” “It – it’s the key. Your blood – not the ancient power that lives inside you – activates it. Without you, the heirloom is just a stone.” Her fingers clawed at my wrist. “Please. I’ve told you everything.” I released her, watching as she collapsed onto the rocks, gasping, her body shuddering with silent sobs. Liam shifted back to his human form and stood beside me, his chest still heaving from the fight. Blood streaked his skin, but none of it was his. “Is she dead?” he asked. “No. But her power is broken.” I bent and picked up the silver ring. The obsidian stone was cold in my palm, as cold as the woman who had worn it. “And she’s going to
Jenn’s POV “Oh, is that what this is about?” I raised an eyebrow, letting my lips curve slightly. “And here I thought the mad Alpha wanted me alive. I mean, he’s gone to so much trouble already – sending his daughter, orchestrating attacks, forming alliances with the foxes. Killing me now seems… w
Jenn’s POV I stared at my phone, feeling like I was going to be sick. What was I supposed to do? Tristan was an innocent man I’d pulled from the edge of death. I’d brought him into my pack, promised him safety, and now Morgan had him. I didn’t know what connection they had – if any. I only knew t
Jenn’s POV Things were going more or less the way I expected it to go. At that moment, my crowd was much bigger than Wade’s, but that was a given since we were standing on land that had belonged to my father long before the merger. Not everyone was present here, and I knew this was only the begin
Jenn’s POV The training grounds filled quickly. Word spread through the pack like wildfire – the Luna was back, the Alpha was calling a gathering, something big was happening. By the time I stepped onto the raised platform at the edge of our assembly hall, hundreds of wolves had already gathered.







