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Built on a lie

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The silence after Roan’s last words stretches between us, thick with everything neither of us is willing to say. I keep my hand resting on the closed book, staring at the faded leather cover while my mind races through everything we have just discovered. His family had been given a choice. Protect the last Unbound or surrender her.

The words should make me think only about the ancient threat, about the creature that had crossed into Ashborn and called me by a name I had never known belonged to
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  • Bring Him to His Knees   Built on a lie

    The silence after Roan’s last words stretches between us, thick with everything neither of us is willing to say. I keep my hand resting on the closed book, staring at the faded leather cover while my mind races through everything we have just discovered. His family had been given a choice. Protect the last Unbound or surrender her. The words should make me think only about the ancient threat, about the creature that had crossed into Ashborn and called me by a name I had never known belonged to me, yet somehow I am painfully aware of the man standing a few feet away. Roan has not moved since stepping back from me, and that distance feels deliberate. I can almost feel the restraint in him, the effort it takes for him not to reach for me, and somehow that affects me more than if he had. “You knew something about this before I arrived,” I say quietly. He looks at me, and there is no point pretending otherwise. “I knew my family had been involved in something connected to the eastern se

  • Bring Him to His Knees   The guardian

    “I don’t know enough yet.” My patience thins. “That is not an answer.” “It is the only honest one I have.” He steps down from the staircase, stopping several feet away from me rather than coming closer. “You have every right to be angry with me, Sloane, but I am not withholding it because I think you cannot handle it. I am withholding it because I don’t know who I can trust yet, and I refuse to give information to the wrong person simply because I am desperate to prove that I am useful to you.” The words settle between us, and something in my chest shifts despite my determination not to let it. He isn’t asking me to trust him. He isn’t demanding that I listen. He is simply giving me the truth he is willing to give and accepting that I may not like it. Del breaks the silence before I can respond. “Then we need access to your archives.” Roan nods. “You will have it.” Kieran looks at him. “Unrestricted?” Roan meets his gaze. “Yes.” Kieran’s eyebrows lift sligh

  • Bring Him to His Knees   Over to Duskmoor

    — Sloane We reach Duskmoor, the afternoon sun has begun to sink behind the mountains, casting long shadows across the road and turning the trees surrounding the compound into dark silhouettes against the fading sky. I sit in the back seat between Del and one of my betas, listening as Del goes over the same information for what must be the fifth time, although none of us has managed to make the pieces fit together. The sanctuary had given us more questions than answers, but the one thing we could not ignore was the symbol. The black crystal had appeared in the ancient vision, inside the eastern ward at Ashborn, in the dead ward keeper’s hand, and most recently beneath the stone rim of the sanctuary pool. Now Del had found a reference to the same symbol in an old Duskmoor record, written during the period when the Unbound supposedly vanished from history. That was enough to bring us here. I tell myself that is the only reason my stomach feels strangely tight as Duskmoor’s

  • Bring Him to His Knees   The seal

    When I return to the main building after sunrise, I find Vera standing near the entrance to the infirmary with a tray of food in her hands. She smiles when she sees me, but the expression looks practiced rather than natural. “You haven’t eaten,” she says. “Neither have you, apparently.” She laughs softly and lowers her gaze. “I brought something for you.” I accept the tray, more out of habit than hunger. “Thank you.” Her eyes move toward the infirmary doors. “How is the patrolman?” “Alive.” Relief flashes across her face, but then her attention drifts toward the black residue still visible on the edge of my sleeve. “Is that from him?” “Yes.” Her fingers tighten around the edge of the tray she is holding. “It looks like the same thing they found at Ashborn.” I look at her. “How do you know what they found at Ashborn?” She freezes for the briefest fraction of a second. “Everyone has heard about the attack.” “That isn’t what I asked.” Her eyes lift to mine, and so

  • Bring Him to His Knees   Becoming a true Alpha

    — Roan The message reaches me shortly after sunset, when Duskmoor is settling into the restless quiet that follows the evening patrols. I am in the middle of reviewing a report from the southern border when one of the guards enters my study without knocking, his breathing slightly uneven from the speed at which he has crossed the compound. He bows his head before speaking. “Alpha, a message came from Ashborn. Sloane has returned.” For one second, everything inside me goes still. My wolf surges toward the surface so violently that I have to grip the edge of the desk, and the first thought that enters my mind is so immediate that I almost say it aloud. ‘Go to her’. I am already imagining the journey, already calculating how quickly I can get there, already feeling the old instinct to put myself between her and whatever danger might still be waiting for her. Then I remember the way she looked at me the last time we stood together. I remember that I am not entitled to appear at

  • Bring Him to His Knees   Vera’s visit

    Thane explains what we saw in the sanctuary while I stand beside the table, watching Del’s eyes move from him to me and then back again as the implications become clearer. When he reaches the part about the recent image of someone placing the crystal beneath the pool, Del slowly sits back in her chair. “So someone has been preparing that place.” “For what?” I ask. “That,” she groans, tapping one finger against the ancient manuscript, “is what I have been trying to determine.” She pulls another document toward her. “There is something else. While you were gone, we received a message from Duskmoor.” My body stills. “From Roan?” Del nods. “His people found something in their archives.” I stare at the document she holds out to me. For a second, I do not reach for it. “What did he send?” “Records concerning the Unbound. Old ones. Some of them predate the division between the packs.” I finally take the papers from her, expecting some political maneuver hidden beneath the gesture,

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