LOGIN"You are absolutely insane.”
The manor was shaken more violently by the second knock than the first.
Three hard blows. The kind that kept people awake.
Grayson and I exchanged glances.
Neither of us moved for a moment.
A third knock then reverberated throughout the house.
A door opened downstairs.
Then came voices.
Mason.
Harper.
Across the hall, someone ran.
"Open the gates."Vanessa Whitmore didn't raise her voice, she didn't have to. The order carried across the rain-soaked courtyard with enough authority that every warrior on the wall turned at once.A sentry blows the horn as the gates swing open to welcome the group. Steel groaned as the massive Reed Manor gates began to swing inward. Across the courtyard, a dozen Council Elders stood beneath the stone portico, cloaks dripping with rain. Their expressions ranged from curiosity to outright suspicion.Aunt Eleanor folded her arms, "They haven't even reached the courtyard yet."Vanessa never looked at her."They're coming home.""They can come home after the Council has searched them."Vanessa turned then.Slowly."So now my family needs permission to enter my own house?"Eleanor's jaw tightened."That isn't what I said.""It sounded remarkably close."Neither woman blinked.Rain drummed ag
"This isn't the valley we left."Mason stopped walking. Rain rolled off his shoulders as his amber eyes swept across the forest stretching below the mountain. Nobody answered immediately, because he was right.The Reed Valley looked familiar but it no longer felt familiar. The towering pines still covered the hills. The river still cut through the valley like a silver ribbon. The distant outline of Reed Manor still stood where it always had. Yet something was wrong.The forest had become......too quiet.No birds.No wolves calling in the distance.Not even insects.Only the steady sound of rain dripping from branches.Savannah hugged herself, "I don't like this."Neither did Grayson.His wolf had gone completely silent. That worried him more than anything. Normally his wolf reacted to danger long before he did.Now...Nothing.Just an uncomfortable emptiness.The Prophet stepped past them
"Tell me the truth."Grayson's voice echoed through the narrow tunnel.He didn't slow down.Neither did anyone else.The Guardian continued leading them through the winding passage, its silver coat glowing softly in the darkness. Behind it, the Ashborn moved with practiced silence, their footsteps barely making a sound against the ancient stone. Fresh air drifted through the tunnel.Home wasn't far anymore.But Grayson wasn't thinking about home.He looked at the Prophet."No more half-answers."His jaw tightened."No more riddles.""We've bled enough for this mountain."Savannah glanced toward the prophet."He deserves the truth.""So do all of us."The Prophet walked in silence for several moments. The tunnel narrowed before opening into another chamber where pale crystals grew from the ceiling like frozen stars. Only then did he stop."So be it."Everyone gathered instinctively.Even the Guardian turned around. Its silver eye settled on the Prophet. Almost as if giving permission.
"Nobody touches my family!"Grayson's roar crashed through the cavern just as the enormous black claw slammed onto the stone bridge.The impact shook the entire mountain. Cracks exploded beneath everyone's feet.Chunks of rock broke away and vanished into the bottomless abyss below."Move!" Mason barked."Off the bridge! Now!"Nobody hesitated.The Guardian lunged first, its massive silver body cutting across the bridge as it rammed the nearest silver-eyed Keeper. The ancient corpse flew backward, crashing into three others before disappearing over the edge. The Prophet lifted both hands. "Ashborn!"The hooded followers spread out immediately, forming a defensive crescent behind the family instead of surrounding Noah alone. "Protect the bloodline!"Silver symbols flared beneath their boots.Moonlight surged across the bridge. For a heartbeat, the advancing Keepers slowed. Only for a heartbeat, then they came again. Grayson caught Noah against his side, "Stay with me.""I will.""No ma
"Don't move... let me look at you."Mason's voice was rough enough to stop everyone where they stood.The moment the hidden corridor widened into the ancient chamber, he had seen them.Savannah.Grayson.The Prophet.The hooded Ashborn.The enormous silver Guardian.And standing between Grayson and Savannah...A boy with dark hair and silver eyes.For one long heartbeat, the world simply... stopped.No collapsing stone.No distant roars.No shifting mountain.Nothing.Noah looked at the strangers approaching through the silver-lit passage, then instinctively reached for Savannah's hand."Mama..."Savannah squeezed his fingers."It's okay."Her own voice trembled."They're family."Mason took another slow step.Then another.His amber eyes never left Noah's face.The resemblance hit him all at once, but he was battling with his belief. Grayson's eyes, Savannah's smile. The same stubborn little chin Savannah had when she was five years old. His chest tightened painfully."So..."His vo
"Nobody moves."The Prophet's voice carried through the King's Road with a quiet authority that stopped every footstep.Even the Guardian obeyed, its enormous body became perfectly still, one silver paw hovering above the glowing stone before settling back onto the ground without a sound. Grayson frowned."What now?"The Prophet didn't answer immediately. Instead, he slowly knelt and placed his palm against the golden floor.His expression tightened."The mountain is listening."A strange silence settled around them.No dripping water.No shifting stone.No distant growl.The Ashen Pass had become unnaturally quiet. Savannah hugged Noah a little closer."I don't like this."Neither did Grayson.Ever since entering the Pass, danger had announced itself with collapsing walls, roaring creatures, or trembling earth. But his silence felt deliberate. Like something had taken a long breath. And hadn't
"I guess."The words were barely a whisper, but they hit me like a physical punch. Grayson Cole was actually talking to me. For a wolfless reject from the Reed pack, this was basically a miracle."I help Mason with the patrol rigs sometimes," I blurted out. I wanted to sound useful.Grayson didn't
"You're late, Savannah. Again."My father’s voice, rough as grinding stones, hit me the second I stepped into the Reed Pack's main hall. Mason Reed didn’t look up from the maps spread across the heavy oak table. He didn't have to. His Alpha senses probably picked up my scent—pine and rain—before I’
"A celebration is one thing, but your pack isn't going to let a Cole lounge around the Reed estate.""I told you already," I said, leaning back against the truck. "Mama said you're welcome anytime. She doesn't say things she doesn't mean."Grayson snorted, his eyes tracking a hawk circling the vall
"You're not leaving, Grayson."I clamped my fingers around his wrist. If I had to throw my entire weight against him or tackle his legs to keep him from bolting back into the treeline, I would. I had a mission to save this boy, and he was being damn difficult about it."I have something for you," I







