LOGINKaela’s POVThe storm hit the old Voss runway without warning.One minute, the sky was dark grey. The next rain came down so hard it looked like a solid wall of water. Thunder cracked low and close, shaking the ground under the parked planes. Wind screamed across the tarmac, flattening the tall grass along the fence and bending the rusted hangar door back and forth until it groaned.I pressed my back against the cold wall of the cabin and listened.Good. A storm this heavy would wash away scent trails. Eleanor's trackers relied on their noses, every one of them. Rain this thick would blank out the tarmac. They wouldn't find me tonight.I sat in the small twin-engine plane at the far end of the line. The cabin smelled like old oil and cold metal. I didn't turn on a light. I sat there in the dark with the folder of papers pressed flat against my knees and waited.Lightning lit up the runway in white flashes. I could see the empty control tower, the broken perimeter lights, and the chain
Kaela’s POVI walked through the narrow corridors of the Silver Luna, my heart thumping against my ribs. The ship felt smaller now, crowded with secrets and the threat of Amélie’s ultimatum. I needed to move fast before Taren was forced into a corner he couldn't escape. I had to find a way to break Rhett’s hold once and for all.I found Rhett in the VIP lounge at the very back of the ship. The room was dimly lit, smelling of expensive leather and stale smoke. He was sitting alone in a large armchair, looking defeated but still dangerous. He was drinking "Lunar-Grain" whiskey, a dark liquid that glowed faintly in the glass.This drink kills humans but makes wolves very drunk. It was a potent spirit made from fermented moon-grass. Rhett was already halfway through the bottle, his movements slow and clumsy. I stood at the entrance for a moment, adjusting my posture and my expression. I had to play a part.I used a dangerous skill I learned from Clémentine. I closed my eyes and reached de
Kaela’s POVThe yearly meeting of the Werewolf Flight Group was happening on a fancy flying ship called the Silver Luna. It glides through the night sky, thousands of feet above the dark ocean. The lights were bright. The air was filled with the smell of expensive wine and old money. I stood on a high deck, tucked away in the dark. From here, the wolves below looked like small puppets moving on a stage. The music was a steady hum that matches the vibration of the engines under my feet.I watched from a high deck as Taren danced slowly and closely with Katarina. Katarina was in a tight red dress. They moved in circles, as their bodies pressed together. It looked like they were sharing a private moment, but I knew better. I saw that Taren was deliberately using his Alpha power. He wasn't trying to be romantic. He was working. His jaw is tight, and his eyes never stayed on his partner. He was making sure every guard was watching him and not the doors. He had a job to do.He was making
Rhett’s POVThe last thing I saw was Kaela’s horror stricken face as the men dragged me out of the restaurant. The silver bullet burned like hell and rendered me incapacitated, but that didn’t stop them from putting a hood pulled over my head and shoving me into the backseat of a car, wrists bound, ankles tied. The door slammed shut. The engine roared to life. The vehicle lurched forward.The darkness smelled wrong. And I lost all concept of time, we seem to have journeyed a long time. And soon my body began to regain some functionality, the effects of the silver were waning.I started to wonder who would have the gull to do this to me. I had a lot of enemies, but they were all cowards. Only one person was close enough and had the right amount of motive.“Taren!” I shouted, twisting against the restraints. “You piece of trash. You think this scares me?”No answer.“I swear when I get out of these bonds, I'll kill you!!" The road noise swallowed my voice. The hood pressed against my m
Eleanor’s POVThe call came while I was signing off on a routine logistics report. The pen slipped from my fingers the second I heard the butler’s voice.“Madam,” he said, breathless, “Mr. Rhett has been taken.”I stood up so fast my chair skidded back. “Taken? What do you mean? Explain yourself”“Mr Rhett was at the Golden oyster a few minutes ago when all of a sudden armed men in all black broke in. They fired shots and after a brief struggle. They forced mr Rhett into a car and drove off.”My grip tightened around the phone. “Did you see any of the men’s faces?”“No ma’am” he murmured “They had their faces covered.”“What about the license plate on their escape vehicle?” I asked, desperate for clues.“I couldn't see it. The whole car was black.”I let out a frustrated sigh “Stay at the restaurant and call me if you notice any suspicious activity."“Yes, Madam.”After ending the call I called the commissioner of police. He must have already heard about the kidnapping because he tri
Kaela's POVI snuck out to see Taren and know how he was doing. I didn’t need to see him, I could always call, but part of me needed to see him.He opened the door almost immediately. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, stepping aside anyway.“I know.” The door closed behind me. We stood there in the dim light, close enough to feel each other breathe.“Is Katrina around?,” I asked, looking around for that witch.“No, she’s out running an errand or ruining someone's life,” he replied. “Or both.”I laughed at that and Taren stepped closer. “Why are you really here kaela?”“Since when did I need a permit to go where I wanted?” I crossed my arms. “Are you going to tell me to leave?”He shook his head slowly. “I don’t think I can. But just know that I can’t guarantee that nothing will happen if you stay."My heart rate skyrocketed, I wanted something to happen. I needed it.“Taren, I wanted to…” I started, but the sentence barely formed.He moved first, closing the space between us in a spli







