Mag-log inJolie pov "See?" I show them. "She's willing to meet in neutral territory. That's not trap behavior." "It absolutely is." Luna shakes her head. "Crossroads is a perfect ambush location. Multiple exit routes, lots of civilian cover, easy to have backup hiding nearby." "Then we have backup hiding nearby too." I'm already planning. "Knox and Cass can position themselves with sniper coverage. Phoenix can monitor communications. Luna can coordinate from here. If it's a trap, we spring it. If it's genuine, we get intelligence." "And if it's somewhere in between?" Gio asks. "If she's partially genuine but also partially still following Council orders?" "Then we read her." I touch my chest where my empathy gift lives. "I'll know the moment I'm close enough. Whether she's really scared or just performing it." "Too dangerous." Ryder's voice is alpha command. "You're not going." "Yes, I am." I meet his eyes steadily. "Because if there's even a chance that Celeste knows something about Co
Jolie pov "I'll work on security profiles." Phoenix pulls up new files. "Guard rotations, defensive systems, anything that'll give our teams an advantage." "And I'll reach out to the medical network." Doc heads for his office. "We're going to need field hospitals, somewhere safe to bring rescued wolves while they recover." Everyone moves with purpose, spreading out to handle their assignments. Except Gio. He stays at the table, staring at Celeste's frozen image on the screen. "Are you okay?" I ask quietly. "She's my stepmother now." His voice is hollow. "Almost the same age as you, married to our father, probably in his bed right now. How is that okay?" "It's not." I sit beside him. "It's sick and calculated and designed to hurt us both." "She succeeded." He looks at me. "I keep thinking about what she said. That she seduced him, wrapped him around her finger, that he's completely under her control. Part of me wants to warn him, tell he's being manipulated." "Would he listen?
Jolie POVI wake to voices in the main room. For a moment, I'm disoriented—the cabin is dark, Ryder's arm heavy across my waist, my phone showing 2:47 AM. Then memory crashes back. The escape, Celeste's video, the threat of breeding programs and torture weapons.I slip out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake Ryder. He needs rest too, even if his alpha instincts want him awake and planning.The main room is bright with laptop screens and tactical maps. Luna, Phoenix, Gio, and Doc huddle around the table, speaking in low urgent voices."Jolie." Doc looks up when I enter. "You should be sleeping.""Couldn't." I move closer, studying the documents spread across the table. "What did you find?""Nothing good." Phoenix pulls up files on his laptop. "The Northern Academy is real. Located in Alaska, officially listed as a private boarding school for troubled wolves. It has been operating for thirty years.""Thirty years?" My stomach drops. "How many wolves do they have""At least two hundred
Jolie pov "No." I pull it away. "I need to hear this.""Your father was so easy to seduce." Celeste continues. "Powerful men always are when you make them feel powerful. A few strategic touches, some calculated vulnerability, letting him think he's corrupting me instead of the other way around. Now he's completely wrapped around my finger."She stands, walking to the window. "And tonight, after I consummate this marriage very thoroughly, I'll have everything I was promised. Legal access to Nightshade Pack resources, political power through his connections, and the satisfaction of knowing I made you watch it all."Her expression shifts. Something colder sliding beneath the pleasant mask. "But here's what they didn't tell you at breakfast." She turns back to the camera. "The Council's plan wasn't just to study you, it was to breed you."My blood turns cold."Find a suitable male, force a bond, produce offspring with your empathic abilities under controlled conditions. Then study those
Jolie POVThe mountain wind cuts through my leather jacket as we race away from Nightshade Estate. Seven bikes roaring through tight curves, engines screaming, putting distance between us and the trap that almost closed. Ryder leads, Knox and Cass flanking, Luna and Phoenix covering the rear as Gio rides beside me, his face grim with determination.My hands shake on the handlebars. The adrenaline from our escape is fading, leaving behind cold reality. Celeste played me. My father tried to sell me to Council remnants while I demonstrated my empathic power in front of witnesses who'll use it against me. And I ran once again."Compound in twenty minutes!" Ryder's voice crackles through the helmet comm. "Stay tight, stay focused!"I lean into the next curve, trying to focus on the road instead of the humiliation burning through my chest. But Celeste's satisfied smile keeps flashing through my mind. She won, she got exactly what she wanted.No. I grip the handlebars tighter. She got what s
Ryder POVThe garden ceremony is set up like something from a magazine. White chairs arranged in perfect rows, flowers everywhere, an archway covered in roses where Dominic and Celeste will exchange their official vows. Classical music plays from hidden speakers. Everything designed to look romantic and traditional.But instead it makes my skin crawl. We take seats in the back row—strategic positioning for a quick exit. Jolie sits between Luna and me, her light dimmed but pulsing with barely contained emotion."Are you okay?" I ask quietly."No." She doesn't look at me. "But I will be once we're out of here."Guests fill the garden. I recognize several Council-sympathetic alphas that Luna briefed us on—wolves who lost power when Jolie destroyed the Elders, who would love nothing more than to see her brought down.They're all watching her. "They're enjoying this." Knox murmurs from my other side. "Watching her sit here after this morning's humiliation.""Let them enjoy it." Cass is sca







