ANMELDENLucas’s POVThe dawn air was freezing as I took the stone steps three at a time, my boots echoing off the narrow walls of the lower holding cells. The frantic message from the morning shift supervisor had reached my bedside ten minutes ago and my jaw was locked so tight my teeth ached.When I rounded the corner, Damien was already standing in the dim corridor, staring into the dark doorway of the central cell.The heavy iron door stood wide open, its latch resting uselessly against the stone wall. Inside, the heavy silver chains lay piled on the damp dirt floor like dead snakes, completely intact with no signs of saws or forced locks.“How long?” I demanded, my voice dropping into a harsh growl as I stepped into the empty cell.“The shift changed at five in the morning,” Damien said, his face a pale, furious mask as he turned to look at me. “The night guard didn’t notice anything wrong because the window monitor was looping old footage from midnight.”“Someone wiped the security feed,
Damien’s POVThe doors to the council hall slammed open as Lucas and I stepped into the gallery. The grand chamber was packed to the stone rafters with warriors, elders and family heads, all waiting for the high bench to speak.At the center of the floor stood my mother. Elena held her chin high, wearing her formal dark red mantle, though her face was drawn pale under the harsh torches. Four weeks ago, she had commanded fear across every border patrol. Now she stood without guards or allies, an aging matriarch awaiting judgment.Elder Thomas raised his brass staff, striking the stone floor three times until the murmurs died away.“Elena Ashford,” Elder Thomas began, his stern voice echoing off the high arches. “You stand before this council accused of high treason, unlawful human experimentation and conspiring with Victor to suppress pack bloodlines.”Elena did not flinch, her lips pressed into a thin, unyielding line as she stared straight ahead.“In ordinary circumstances, such crim
Amelia’s POVThe water of the mountain lake was cool and clear, shimmering under the bright afternoon sun. I kicked my legs lazily, floating on my back while tiny ripples washed over my shoulders, taking with them the heavy dust of underground archives and old family secrets.A sudden splash beside me sent a spray of cool water straight over my face.“Lucas!” I sputtered, wiping my eyes as I sat up in the water, glaring at my husband who was grinning like a rogue wolf ten feet away.“You were looking far too serious for a day off,” Lucas teased, his broad shoulders cutting through the blue water as he swam over to me. “Enforcer rule number one: no brooding allowed near the lake.”“You made that rule up two minutes ago,” I scoffed, though a smile betrayed my feigned anger before I could stop it.“Executive privilege,” he murmured, his arms slipping around my waist in the buoyant water and pulling me flush against his warm chest.For three full days, we had left Silverpine’s politics be
Damien’s POVThe urgent runner arrived at my quarters just as I was lacing my boots for the morning border sweep. A single folded note from Lucas contained only three words: 'Come now. Study.'Ten minutes later, I stood frozen in the doorway of their private study, staring down at the faded laboratory sign-off sheet spread across the desk. The black ink at the bottom of the page practically burned my eyes. Mabel. The sweet, white-haired record-keeper who had handed me sweet bread when I was a child, who had sat in our archives for forty years without raising her voice, had held the needle that ruined Clara Vance’s life.A cold, heavy anger twisted my stomach, competing with a strange, hollow disbelief that made my jaw ache. “Are you certain there is no mistake?” I asked, looking up at my brother and Amelia.“The signature matches every archive log she has stamped for forty years,” Lucas said, his hand resting flat against the small of Amelia’s back while his face remained a hard, unr
Amelia’s POVThe yellow candle wax flickered on the small wooden desk inside our private study, casting long, swaying shadows across the stone walls. I sat frozen in the high-backed chair, staring at the thick folder resting on the blotter while my hands hovered over the faded red ribbon.Lucas pulled a stool up beside me, resting his hand flat over mine and squeezing gently. “You don’t have to open it tonight if you aren’t ready, Amelia.”“If I don’t open it now, I will stare at this red string until my head explodes,” I replied, offering a shaky, breathless laugh as I untied the knot with trembling fingers. “Besides, I dragged you away from enforcer paperwork for this. The least I can do is give you a show.”“My enforcers can survive without me for an hour,” Lucas smiled, his thumb stroking the back of my wrist in a slow, steady rhythm. “Open it.”I broke the brittle wax seal, flipping back the heavy cover to reveal pages of yellowed parchment covered in dense, precise handwriting.
Amelia’s POVThe heavy stone doors of the council hall groaned as two guards pushed them open, letting in the cool mountain breeze. I walked beside Lucas and Damien, adjusting the cuffs of my green wool tunic while my heart did a little anxious dance against my ribs.Usually, summons from the pack elders meant hours of tedious political posturing, subtle insults about my human upbringing, or thinly veiled threats about pack purity. I had mentally prepared myself for a lecture, bracing my shoulders for a fight before we even crossed the threshold.“Try not to look like you are going to execute them, Amelia,” Lucas whispered, his elbow lightly nudging mine as he offered a faint, amused smile.“I am just maintaining a healthy defense posture,” I muttered back, keeping my eyes fixed straight ahead. “Elder Thomas looked like he wanted to banish me last month.”“That was before you hit a rogue captain over the head with a river stone,” Damien added quietly from my left, tossing a wry smirk







