FAZER LOGINThelma's POVMaya lasted until mid-morning before the walls got to her.She stood at the east sitting room window with both hands on the glass, staring at the garden path she wasn't allowed to walk. The order had come down before breakfast. No one outside the main buildings. Grounds closed. Patrols doubled. Tibet had said it gently, but the meaning was the same.Stay inside.Maya's shoulders were tight. Her voice came out small and sharp."It's not fair.""I know.""I didn't do anything wrong.""No one said you did.""Then why can't I go out?"I didn't have an answer that would satisfy her. Rogues and borders and the kind of danger this house understood better than I did. Telling a child that an unknown wolf had crossed the line in the night would only make the fear worse. So I said the only true thing I could."Because right now inside is safer. And I need you safe."She pressed her forehead to the glass. The bracelet she had given me sat against my wrist as I stood behind her. I hat
Draven's POVThe runner hit the study door just after midnight.No knock. Just the hard push of someone who knew delay could cost blood. He stood in the doorway breathing fast, mud on his boots, the sharp scent of night air and pine still clinging to him."Intruder," he said. "Eastern boundary. Crossed the outer markers less than an hour ago. One scent. Wolf. Not pack."Max was already rising.I stood. The chair scraped back hard. "Confirmed?""Two guards picked it up near the old logging cut. Fresh. Moved inland, then the trail thinned. They're holding position and waiting for orders.""How far inland?""Half a mile past the first line when they lost it."Too close.The bond pulled tight under my ribs, an instinctive reach toward the east wing where Maya and Thelma were still asleep. Max snarled at the thought of an unknown wolf that near the house. I locked it down enough to think."Full patrol," I said. "Wake the ready teams. No one moves alone. I want the eastern and western borde
Thelma's POVMaya waited until the house was quiet.Afternoon lessons were done. The notebooks stacked. The light in the east sitting room had gone soft and gold. I was putting the colored pencils back in their tin when she stopped in front of me, both hands behind her back, face serious in the way it got when something mattered too much for smiling."I made you something," she said.I set the tin down. "You did?"She nodded and brought her hands around. In her palm sat a bracelet, uneven, careful, made of knotted string and three small wooden beads she must have found or asked for. The knots were tight. A little crooked in places. Made by small fingers that had tried very hard."It's not pretty like store ones," she said. "But it's strong. I checked."My throat went tight."Maya…""Hold out your hand."I did. She tied it around my wrist with focused concentration, tongue caught between her teeth, pulling the final knot firm. The string was rough against my skin. Warm from her hands.
Draven's POVI heard the laughter before I saw them.Late afternoon. East garden path. The kind of open stretch that caught the last of the light. I had been heading toward the training grounds when the sound cut across the yard, Maya's bright, short laugh, then Tristan's lower one, and under it a softer sound that belonged to her.I stopped at the edge of the colonnade and did not step into view.They were near the low wall. Maya sat on the grass with a notebook open. Tristan was on one knee beside her, saying something with his hands moving, the way he did when he was performing more than explaining. Thelma stood a little apart, arms loosely folded, watching them with an expression I had not seen on her face before. Not careful. Not braced. Just present.Tristan said something else. Maya laughed again. Thelma shook her head, but she was smiling, small, reluctant, real. The kind of smile that changed the shape of her whole face.Max went still under my skin.Not the usual restless pu
Liana's POVRumors had bought me time.Nothing more.The human girl was still in the east wing. Still sitting with Maya every morning. Still pulling Draven's attention in ways he refused to admit. The quiet rejection of the bond I had found in the old records needed more than hope. It needed pressure. Outside pressure.I waited until the medical wing was empty and the night shift had settled. Then I locked the door and took the small sealed packet from the bottom drawer of my private cabinet. No pack seal. No name. Just thick paper and a short message written in a hand that could not be traced back to me.I had rewritten it three times.The first version was too direct. The second too emotional. The third said only what was required.A human girl is inside Bloodmoon. She has the Alpha's attention. She is temporary staff, unprotected by formal claim. Her presence weakens focus and divides the house. Removal would be considered a favor. Payment and further details available upon confirm
Thelma's POVHe left like something had burned him.One second his hand was under mine on the book. Warm. Solid. The next he was taking the book, setting it straight, and the air in the study changed. I said thank you. He didn't answer. By the time I reached the door he was already gone, footsteps hard down the corridor, heading away from the east wing like he needed the distance more than he needed air.I stood in the hallway with my fingers still tingling and tried to make sense of it.We had been talking. Actually talking. Not arguing. Not trading clipped orders and careful answers. For a few minutes it had felt almost normal. Then the accidental touch, and everything shut down.Did I do something wrong?The question followed me back to the east wing. It sat in my chest while I helped Maya finish her reading. It stayed there through dinner, through the quiet hour before bed, through the moment I closed her door and finally sat alone at the small desk with the lamp on.My hand still







