ANMELDENLily, a fierce werewolf, was shattered on her bonding night when mate Dylan dumped her. She vanished, burying her wolf deep. Five years later, Dylan's regret fuels a desperate search... but Lily's back – and revenge is hers.
Mehr anzeigenDylan didn’t raise his voice and that was the first difference. He stepped out of the records wing and gave orders in tones that didn’t travel beyond the immediate guard line. Patrol shifts adjusted. Internal checkpoints rotated quietly. The sponsor wing remained calm. No announcement. No alarm.Firefly Park continued to look unbothered.That was the point.Lily watched him move – decisive, contained, no visible crack from the perimeter stunt or the compromised code. He wasn’t trying to prove control.He was reasserting it without spectacle.When he finished, he returned to the records wing and closed the door behind him.“We don’t chase the clerk,” he said.Lena’s eyes narrowed slightly. “He accessed my terminal.”“Yes,” Dylan replied. “And if he’s compromised, he’s bait.”Lily nodded once.“If we pursue openly,” she added, “whoever placed him disappears.”Silence.Dylan looked at the maintenance log screen again.“They wanted us loud,” he said. “They wanted confrontation at the gate
Dylan didn’t move for a long second. Lily watched it happen—the shift inside him. It was not anger, not denial, but something more dangerous.Calculation colliding with loyalty.“It could be duplicated,” Dylan said finally.His voice was steady.Lily didn’t press. Not yet.“Who has access to replicate it?” she asked instead.Dylan’s jaw tightened. “Very few.”“Name them.”He looked at her then, eyes sharp.“You think she did it,” he said.Lily held his gaze. “I think someone wants you to.”Silence.The maintenance terminal screen dimmed slightly, then brightened again. Still unlocked. Still showing Lena’s authorization code stamped against the evidence room entry.Dylan stepped closer to the screen.“Her code hasn’t been compromised before,” he said.“Has it been tested?” Lily asked.Dylan didn’t answer.Because it didn’t matter whether Lena had ever been careless.It mattered that someone wanted her framed.Footsteps approached from the corridor.Both of them turned at the same time.
The evidence room smelled like dust and steel. Dylan stepped in first and Lily followed a half-beat behind him, eyes already on the crate.It sat in the center of the table where the guards had placed it. The lid wasn’t blown open. It wasn’t shattered. It wasn’t dramatic.It was simply… lifted.Not fully. Just enough to break the seal cleanly.The red tie at the corner lay on the table beside it.Untouched.Dylan stopped two steps from the crate.“Did you open it,” he asked the guards without turning.“No,” one replied. “We never left.”The other added quickly, “We heard nothing.”Lily moved closer.The crate didn’t look forced. No splintered wood. No broken hinges.The lid had been opened carefully.From inside.Dylan’s hand hovered over the edge.“Gloves,” Lily said quietly.He didn’t argue. One guard passed him a pair. Dylan slid them on, slow, controlled, then lifted the lid the rest of the way.The room stayed silent.No explosion.No smoke.No device.Inside the crate was… packi
Dylan didn’t move. Not toward the stairs nor toward the exit. He stood at the glass, hands loose at his sides, gaze fixed on Gabriel like the space between them was a blade neither of them wanted to grab first.Lily felt the tension shift – not erupt, not collapse – shift.Gabriel waited below, posture relaxed, one shoulder angled toward the gate as if he could lean on patience indefinitely.Lena spoke first. “If you ignore him, it looks weak.”“If I answer him, it looks reactive.” replied Dylan.There was a little silence.Lily watched Gabriel instead of Dylan. Watched the stillness that wasn’t really stillness. Gabriel wasn’t trying to breach the perimeter. He wasn’t shouting. He wasn’t escalating.He was daring Dylan to make it visible.The patrol guard stepped back from Gabriel again, unsure whether to hold position or retreat. The guard’s uncertainty was part of the performance.Gabriel glanced at the guard’s radio, then back at the glass.He knew they were watching.“Call outer
Lily didn’t run. Running would turn the hallway into a confession.She moved fast anyway – controlled pace, steady steps, eyes forward like she belonged to whatever urgency lived in her spine. The generator hum faded behind her as she climbed the service stair. The air changed with each level: warm
After she left Dylan’s office, Lily didn’t immediately go back to her own room. The halls appeared to be smaller than they had before; it seemed that everything in the entire building had changed since the truth had been revealed in that office. She walked down the hall fairly calmly, but nothing
Lily couldn't sleep well since Lena went home. She sat on the side of her bed listening to the building like it might tell her something. The Firefly Pack can be innocent sounding when they want to be – it sounded like soft vents blew air through, the far-off hum of machinery was low, the footsteps
The door creaked open just enough to show that it had been waiting for her. Enough to allow a thin strip of blackness to form between the frame and the panel. Enough to show that the latch hadn't held the way it was supposed to. Lily stopped a single foot shy of where the door now lay and froze. Ev












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