FAZER LOGINKattie’s POVThe shift started small.That was the best way to do it.Not loud. Not obvious. Just small words, dropped at the right time, in the right ears, until they began to grow on their own. Kattie stood at the edge of the training grounds, watching the riders gather in loose groups, their voices lower than usual, their energy no longer wild like before, but uneasy.Uncertain.And that… that was even better.Because uncertainty could be shaped.“You felt it too, right?” she said softly, stepping into one of the groups like she belonged there.A few of them looked at her.One nodded. “Something wasn’t right.”Kattie gave a small, understanding look, folding her arms lightly like she was just another concerned member of the pack.“It’s not the first time something hasn’t been right,” she added, carefully.They didn’t respond immediately, but she saw it—the way their expressions changed, the way their thoughts began to move in the direction she wanted.“She already admitted she used
Allene’s POVI didn’t go back to the training grounds after that.I couldn’t.Not because I didn’t want to fight for my place, not because I didn’t want to prove myself, but because I knew the moment I stepped back in there, everything would feel different. The looks. The silence. The way people would move around me like I was a traitor trying to sabotage their efforts. someone they didn’t trust.So I stayed away.My room felt smaller than usual, like the walls had moved in just a little, just enough to make breathing harder. I paced for a while, then stopped, then paced again, my thoughts running in circles with no clear end.I didn’t do it.That was the only thing I knew for sure.But knowing the truth and proving it were two different things, and right now, the truth didn’t seem to matter as much as what people believed.And Draven…I closed my eyes for a moment.That look on his face kept replaying in my head.Not anger.That would have been easier.Not disappointment either.It
Alison's POVI had never imagined I’d be standing in a quiet motel room, holding a small bag of food, watching him. Leonard. The man whose presence alone made the air feel heavier, who somehow commanded attention without even trying. The first time I saw him, in that dim bar on the outskirts of Sliver Fang, I thought he was just another Alpha too full of himself. But the moment he spoke, looked at me—really looked at me—I realized I had been wrong.He wasn’t like anyone I had met before. Calm, controlled, sharp, and yet there was a spark beneath it, something dangerous, something that made me aware of every movement I made. I had come there on instinct, on curiosity, not knowing exactly why I had agreed to meet him after that night, but the answer became obvious quickly: he made me feel alive.From the first drink we shared, to the laugh that slipped out unexpectedly, I felt a freedom I hadn’t felt in years. Not like a recklessness, but a clarity, a knowing that he saw me. That he did
Draven’s POVSomething felt wrong the moment I stepped onto the training grounds, and it wasn’t the kind of feeling you could ignore or brush aside as nerves before a big race. It sat low in my chest, heavy and quiet, like a warning I hadn’t fully understood yet but couldn’t shake off either. I slowed my steps as I walked in, my eyes moving across the riders, taking in everything without saying a word at first.They were too loud.Too restless.Too… off.Engines were already running even though no one had given the signal to start, and instead of the usual focus I had come to expect from them under Allene’s training, there was something else in the air. A kind of wild energy that didn’t belong here. One of them nearly clipped another bike and didn’t even bother to apologize, just laughed it off like it was nothing, like control didn’t matter anymore.That wasn’t how we trained.That wasn’t what she taught them.I stopped a few steps behind her, watching as she tried to gather them, h
Allene’s POVSomething was wrong.I felt it before I even understood it.The moment I stepped into the training grounds that morning, the air felt… off. Heavy. Loud in a strange way. The racers were already there, engines running, voices raised, movements sharp and restless like they had been waiting too long for something.Too much energy.Too much noise.Too much… aggression.I stood there for a moment, just watching, my eyes moving from one rider to another. One of them nearly knocked into another bike, not even slowing down, just shouting something and speeding off like it didn’t matter.That wasn’t normal.Not here.Not under my training.“Line up!” I called out, my voice cutting through the noise.It took longer than usual for them to respond. A few ignored me at first. One even laughed like I had made a joke.My chest tightened.That had never happened before.“Now,” I said again, firmer this time.Slowly, they came together, but even then, they couldn’t stay still. Some were s
Leo ard povThe door had barely closed behind Kattie before the room fell into silence again.Leonard stood there for a while, not moving, his eyes still on the door like he could see through it. His expression did not change, but something in his gaze shifted slowly, like pieces in his mind were settling into place.Then, after a few seconds, he let out a quiet breath and turned away.He picked up his glass again, staring into the drink, watching the liquid move slightly with his hand. Everything was working. Slowly, but it was working. Kattie was doing her part, the racers had already taken what was given to them, and soon, very soon, things would begin to fall apart inside Obsidian.And when they did… he would be ready.A soft knock came at the door again.This time, he did not hesitate.“Come in.”The door opened gently, and she stepped in.The woman from the night before.She carried a small bag in her hand, the smell of food filling the room almost immediately. She looked relaxe
Allene's povThe first time they handed me the bike, the entire garage went silent.It wasn’t a normal silence. Not the relaxed, lazy quiet the rogues were used to when Rowan cleaned weapons or when the generators hummed at night. This was the kind of silence that weighed. The kind men made when th
Leonard’s POVSilence has weight. And it was a very heavy weight. I never knew that before today.Not the silence of night, or the quiet before a hunt, or even the cold stillness of winter snowfall across Silverfang territory. Those were natural silences. Familiar ones. Predictable ones.This one w
Draven’s POVThe alpha council summins were becoming endless and I was beginning to hate the oath that led to the council grounds.lThe path cut through the oldest part of the territories, ancient forest where the trees grew so tall they strangled the sky, where even sunlight had to ask permission
Draven’s POVThe council chamber was starting to feel bigger these days. Due to the fact that I was trying to keep people out from finding out Allene's new development.I sat quietly going through reports. Numbers blurred together. Grain inventory, patrol shifts, border disputes, tribute owed to th







