LOGINCalla's POV
“What's going on?”
“Nothing much,” the guard said with a smile. “Why do you wanna know?”
“Did you just give me a casual response?” I shot back. “Have you forgotten that you're speaking to your Luna?”
“Luna?” The guard's gaze traveled from my feet to my head before he chortled. “I'm not sure I'm talking to the Luna. Well, since you need me to inform you, I'll pity you.”
I squinted at him as waves of shock rippled across my skin. “Are you unwell? Do you want me to order your execution right away? Why do you take my calmness for granted?”
“I'm not sure that's the case, woman.” The guard laughed. Another guard walked by, took one look at my confused face, and laughed as well. “I'll advise you not to walk into the corridor or the hallway.”
He stepped a little closer until we were almost face-to-face. “People hate you now.”
Then he walked away, glancing back at me and mimicking my voice.
I tried to rush into the hallway to find out what was going on, but another group of guards arrived. Unlike the first set, these looked more responsible.
“You've been summoned urgently,” one of them said. “The elders have decided to hold a meeting because of your case.”
“Case?”
“Haven't you been informed yet?” he asked, looking genuinely confused.
“About what? Isn't the ceremony the only event today? What else do I need to know?” I asked, standing in the middle of them.
“There are pictures and videos all over the internet. Everyone now knows that you lied to the wolves.” The guard lowered his voice. “You were desperate to become Luna, so you arranged a meeting with Elder Corvin and paid him to get you mated to Alpha Draven. Why did you have to do that?”
“Are you being serious?” I let out a nervous chuckle and hurried toward the hallway, but they pulled me back.
“Let's take another route. The wolves are furious. The ceremony has been canceled because of the information spreading around.” He sighed. “For the sake of the one who sent me to fetch you, please come with me.”
“I didn't do this! Who had the balls to frame me like this?” I shouted, storming toward the elder district with the guards trailing behind me.
“I advise you to cooperate and—”
“I don't need your advice!” I snapped, turning to glare at him. “Aren't you just a common guard? How dare you give me unsolicited advice?”
“Sorry.” He smiled apologetically. “But we'll both be common. It's only a matter of time.”
They left as soon as I entered the district. I walked into the council meeting hall and found the elders already waiting. They ordered me to move faster, and I obeyed. As I headed toward Luna's seat, a guard stepped in front of me and directed me to a plastic chair instead.
What the fuck was going on?
“We believe you've heard about the rumor circulating throughout the pack.” The Head Elder began. Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead as my eyes reddened. “We are deeply disappointed to discover that one of us was involved in this scheme. We also believe you deliberately made sure Elder Corvin appeared prominently in the evidence so you wouldn't go down alone.”
“I don't understand what you're talking about. What exactly did I do wrong?” I clapped my hands together in frustration as I yelled. “The pack is in chaos. I'm being wrongfully accused, Elders!”
They looked away, nodding in agreement with every word the Head Elder spoke.
“Here are your inheritance and bond documents.” The Head Elder lifted the file as I stared at him, waiting for what came next. “Since you've disgraced this pack and stained our integrity, we have no choice but to seize your inheritance until we can verify that you didn't forge these documents as well.”
“Inheritance?” I shot to my feet. “Mine? How can you seize what my late mother left behind for me?”
“Are you planning to attack him now?” another elder scoffed. “Sit the fuck down and keep your ears open.”
I glared at him in disbelief, panic, and anger surging through me. “Isn't your primary duty to protect the Alpha and the Luna of this pack?”
“Not when one of them is trying to destroy our reputation.”
“Then review those rumors!” I shouted. “I didn't forge any documents! It's all a lie. It's a scheme. I didn't do anything wrong. I'm being wrongfully... accused, sirs. Please, do something.”
My voice cracked at the end, but none of them seemed to care.
“We have to protect the integrity of the pack before we protect someone who's been proven to be a liar,” the Head Elder declared. “I hereby officially announce that your inheritance in this pack, including your land and every other asset, has been transferred to the pack.”
“When my mother died...” My voice trembled violently. “You all promised I would never suffer. Every single one of you made that promise!”
“Meeting adjourned.”
The Head Elder rose, and the others followed him out one after another. I remained where I stood, my head lowered as tears streamed down my face.
Was this how rumors were handled?
Why wasn't I given a chance to defend myself?
Who had spread these lies about me?
The moment I spotted Elder Corvin, I grabbed his shirt, dragged him back into the room, slammed the door shut, and locked it.
“Say something, you prick.” I glared into his guilty eyes. “Tell me you didn't make this happen. Tell me you're innocent!”
He remained silent. After a long moment, he gently pried my fingers off his shirt, opened the door, and walked away without looking back.
I watched him disappear down the corridor as memories flooded my mind.
That night, when Soren, one of Draven's younger brothers, looked me straight in the eyes, gave me that strange, unsettling smile, and walked away like a man who had just been betrayed.
“She didn't do that. She couldn't have.”
A woman's voice drifted through the hallway. More voices followed, blending into meaningless noise as my vision blurred with tears.
“Madam!”
“Ma'am!”
“Hold on! Where are you running to?”
Guards seized me before I could move, forcing my hands behind my back.
“Alpha Draven has signed an order to place you under temporary suppression.”
What?
He wanted to lock me inside the suppression chamber... the place wolves called mini hell?
“He said it's for the good of the pack,” one of the guards said quietly. “We're sorry, but we have to obey his orders. Please come with us. We'll take you to your new home.”
Calla's POVJade showed up with takeout and wine before I'd even finished texting her the full story, like she'd heard the shake in my voice through the phone and decided this one needed to happen in person."Okay." She set the containers down on my coffee table, pulling off her jacket. "Say it again, slower this time. I want to make sure I heard you right.""You already heard it right the first time. I could hear you stop breathing through the phone.""I needed a second to process before I showed up and said something unhelpful." She dropped onto the couch beside me, bumping my shoulder gently with hers. "So. Slower.""Ronan wants me to publicly acknowledge some kind of bloodline. In front of both packs. At the assembly, probably, once Daven gets it scheduled." I sat across from her, knees pulled up to my chest. "In exchange for the rest of what he knows about Mara's inside contact.""The bearer bloodline. The one his father spent forty years chasing." Jade said it slowly, like she w
Calla's POVI didn't call him back that day. Or the next day either. I sat with it instead, turning the request over slowly in my hands like something sharp I hadn't yet decided whether to pick up.The third day, I drove out to the overlook alone again, though without telling the other because there was no longer any point to sitting with it alone.It had just become yet another way of not doing so.He was there twenty minutes after my text, like he knew I'd turn up here for some reason."You didn't have to come to me," he said. "I would've met you anywhere.""I needed the drive. Time to think without anyone watching my face while I did it." I crossed my arms against the wind. "I have questions before I give you an answer.""Ask them.""Why now? You've known about the bloodline for months; you said so yourself. Why wait until Voss's name was already in your hand before you asked for this?""Because asking you before I had anything real to trade for it would have made this extortion in
Calla's POVRonan texted at nine in the morning, three words that made my stomach drop before I even opened the full message. Need to talk. Alone.Not with Calix. Not with Daven, not with any of them. Alone, which meant whatever he thought needed to be said, he wanted, without it being muffled through a brother's assumptions about what I should hear.I ran into him at the overlook where we'd met that time near the border, when the world still seemed easier and less demanding than it did today. When I got there, he was already waiting, hands stuck in his jacket pockets, jaw clenched in a way that revealed he'd practiced this a few times and still hadn't been thrilled with the performance."It seems like you want to tell me something you shouldn't be telling me," I told him, walking about four feet toward him."Several things, actually." He managed a small, humorless smile. "I spent most of last night deciding which one to lead with.""Lead with the easy one first. Let me breathe befor
Calla's POVDaven knocked on my door at eight, and something about the sound, too careful, too deliberate, told me he'd been standing out there longer than a normal knock would suggest."Come in," I called, setting down my hairbrush.He stepped inside slowly, closing the door behind him with a quiet click, and I knew before he said a single word that whatever he'd come to ask me wasn't going to be easy for either of us."You look like you rehearsed something on the way up here and lost it on the stairs," I said, trying to soften whatever was coming before it arrived."Something like that." He sat on the edge of the chair by my window, hands clasped between his knees, and took a long breath before meeting my eyes. "We have proof now, Calla. Real proof. Thornfield, the building, the tranquilizer, the border gap. All of it traces to Mara, cleanly, undeniably.""That's good news. Why do you look like you're about to tell me someone died?""Because the council won't act on paperwork alone.
Daven's POVI had been sitting at my desk, staring at the Thornfield filings and Ronan's border pictures, long after everyone else had gone to bed. Everything was spread out in front of me like evidence for a trial no one wanted to conduct. We had proof now, real proof. Not just inferences and loose ends we could dismiss. And proof was heavy; I was beginning to see.I'd been working toward it for two years, after all, since the first rumblings about Mara's discretionary account appeared in my inbox and I assured myself I was overreacting, that no one that close to this family could do what the numbers indicated. I'd been wrong to think it then, and I'd be wrong now if I thought that having solid evidence would make this next step any smoother. On the contrary, it only made it more difficult. Suspicions could be silent—evidence, not so much.Calix knocked once and let himself in without waiting for an answer, two glasses and a bottle of something amber in hand. "You've been in here
Calix's POVRonan picked me up himself at the border. Which is how I knew, even before we had a chance to discuss the very real reason I had driven two hours and sat among the woods, which neither of our families could entirely take credit for.The drive out had let my mind wander more than I wanted. I kept recalling Calla's face this morning in the kitchen when her shoulder had exploded before I knew it had. I didn't think I'd told Ronan that bit either. I wasn't sure whether it was relevant."I don't have to be here, I responded as I shook his hand."I wanted to see the expression on your face when you described what the building forty minutes out of your jurisdiction suddenly meant to my border patrols." His voice was blunt, not harsh; the same straightforwardness that I'd come to trust in him over the past several months. "Come with me. Say all you left on the phone."We started along the tree line, his two scouts trailing a respectful distance behind us, and I laid it out the w







