LOGINELLA’S POVI woke to unfamiliar hands working over me, disoriented panic flooding through me before I fully registered the woman who’d been bringing my meals now pressing what appeared to be makeshift bandaging against me, her expression carrying genuine alarm rather than her earlier careful detachment.“You’re awake,” she said, relief evident in her voice despite her continued focus on managing whatever medical crisis had overtaken me. “Good. I need you to stay as still as possible.”“The babies,” I managed, my voice weak and thin, though the desperate need to understand their fate overrode whatever exhaustion currently gripped my body. “Are they—”“Still there,” she said, though her careful phrasing offered less reassurance than I desperately needed. “I don’t have proper medical training, but the bleeding’s slowed considerably since you passed out. I’ve done what I can with what’s available here.”I lay there absorbing that fragile reassurance, understanding with grim clarity that w
JASON’S POVThe proof of life arrived less than an hour after Cross’s ransom letter, delivered through the same anonymous channel, a single photograph accompanied by no further written communication.I opened the image with hands that trembled despite my every effort to maintain composure, and felt whatever fragile control I’d been managing throughout this exhausting ordeal shatter entirely the moment I registered what the photograph actually depicted.Ella, clearly captured recently given the wedding gown still visible beneath a hastily added coat, her face pale and drawn in a way that carried none of the composed determination I’d watched her maintain through every previous crisis. She sat propped against a wall, one hand pressed against her stomach, and even through the photograph’s imperfect clarity, I could see enough to understand that something considerably more serious than simple captivity was currently threatening her.“Aldric.” My voice came out rough with barely controlled
ELLA’S POVThe room they’d brought me to carried an unsettling contradiction I hadn’t fully anticipated—comfortable, even elegant in its furnishings, though the locked door and barred windows made unmistakably clear that whatever comfort had been provided served practical rather than compassionate purposes.I’d been held here for what I estimated to be nearly two days now, my sense of time growing increasingly unreliable given the windowless interior and the careful, deliberate isolation my captors maintained. A woman brought meals at what I assumed were regular intervals, though she offered nothing beyond the barest necessary communication, and I’d seen no sign of Cross himself since arriving, only the occasional glimpse of Sherwood passing the door’s small window during infrequent security checks.I spent the isolated hours cycling between desperate fear and grim, determined resolve, understanding that whatever eventual confrontation awaited me, I needed to preserve as much strength
JASON’S POVI convened every available resource within the hour, the ceremony hall’s wreckage still being cleared around us while I coordinated a response considerably more ruthless and absolute than anything I’d employed throughout this entire ordeal.“I want every ally this family has ever cultivated contacted immediately,” I told Aldric, my voice carrying a cold, focused fury that left no room for the careful diplomatic consideration I usually brought to inter-pack relations. “Every favor owed, every alliance built over generations, I want it called in now, regardless of whatever inconvenience or cost that demands.”“That’s considerable political capital to expend simultaneously, Alpha,” Aldric said carefully, though I could see him already preparing to execute the order despite his measured caution.“I don’t care about preserving political capital right now.” My voice hardened further. “I care about finding my wife and my children before Cross manages to disappear them entirely in
ELLA’S POVThe vehicle sped along roads I didn’t recognize, my captor having secured me in the back seat with a restraint that left my hands bound but thankfully allowed enough freedom to keep one arm curled protectively across my stomach, some small mercy amid the terrifying chaos of the past several minutes.“Please,” I said, my voice shaking despite every effort to maintain composure. “I’m pregnant with four children. Whatever careful handling this ride requires, I need you to actually consider that.”The man beside me, the same one who’d pulled me from the ceremony hall, glanced at me with an expression that carried more calculation than cruelty, though the distinction offered little genuine comfort. “You’ll be fine as long as you don’t do anything foolish. Mr. Cross has been very clear that harm to the children isn’t acceptable, whatever else this arrangement requires.”I absorbed that small, cold reassurance with complicated relief, understanding at least that whatever twisted p
JASON’S POVSomething inside me broke entirely the moment that side door swung shut, severing the last visual connection I had to Ella, and what surged up to replace my careful, controlled composure felt less like conscious decision and more like something ancient and absolute finally refusing to be contained any longer.My wolf, restrained for years beneath careful human composure, beneath decades of my grandmother’s lessons about controlled, strategic leadership, tore free with a violence that startled even me, the transformation crashing over me faster and more completely than I’d allowed it to surface in longer than I could remember.I don’t fully recall the specifics of what happened next, the memory fragmenting into disconnected, visceral impressions rather than clear sequential recollection—the guard who’d been struggling against one of Cross’s men suddenly finding himself with unexpected reinforcement as I tore through the remaining distance separating me from that side exit,







