LOGINAurora.The silence hanging in the narrow service corridor felt brittle. The faint buzz of the flip phone sounded like a siren.My mother and Eleanor Blackwood. The phrase bounced around inside my head. It made no sense at all. Yet somehow it explained every terrifying anomaly of the past six months.“What do you mean, the truth about her and you?” I asked. I leaned my shoulder harder into Roland’s side to keep him upright as his body temperature continued to spike against my neck. “My mother was a human sports reporter who died in a hit-and-run when I was twelve. She didn’t have high-society werewolf friends who owned private security teams.”“She wasn’t just a reporter, Aurora,” Eleanor’s voice filtered through the tiny speaker. It trembled with a raw, cracked emotion that felt utterly surreal coming from a woman who usually sounded like a
Aurora.I stared at the pale blue screen of the flip phone. My eyes refused to believe what they saw. There was no logical reason in the world why my supposedly dead father should have Eleanor Blackwood’s name saved in his personal contacts.Eleanor was Roland’s mother... the sharp, polished Luna of the Blackwood pack who spent her weekends organizing high-society charity galas and wearing silk scarves that cost more than my monthly apartment rent.She belonged to a completely different world than a fugitive sports reporter hiding in a rotting warehouse. Yet there her name was, flashing repeatedly against the small screen like an alarm bell ringing in the quiet hallway.They were in contact. They had been in contact for a very long time.Arthur hesitated before answering. His thumb hovered over the green button while a flicker of heavy guilt crossed his weathered face.I had spent my entire childhood learning to read every subtle shift in his expressions. And that single look told me
Aurora.My breath hitched in my throat as my mind spiraled down a dark, terrifying path. Every instinct in my body screamed that my father had been working for Magnus all along. This entire reunion had been nothing more than an elaborate, cruel trap.The fake death five years ago. The secret letters. The frantic warning about my mother’s Alpha bloodline. It all felt like a carefully scripted performance designed to lure Roland and me into a quiet room where we could be erased without a scene.“Dad, please don’t,” I choked out. I held my hands up while staying pinned to the floor over Roland’s bleeding torso. “Whatever Magnus promised you, it isn’t real. He will kill you too.”“Rory, move your head!” Arthur barked. His voice rang sharp and terrifyingly clear.Before I could process his words, a deafening explosion echoed right beside my ear. The hot backblast of a gunshot singed the air above my hair and sent a sharp ringing through my eardrums for the second time in five minutes.I fl
Aurora.The noise inside the narrow room was deafening, a brutal bone-shattering roar that tore through the air and left my ears ringing with a sharp, high-pitched whine.A scream escaped out of my throat before my brain could even register who had been hit, the sound raw and desperate as my whole body went utterly cold.I scrambled forward on my hands and knees through the thin grey haze of gunsmoke, my boots slipping against the polished floorboards while my heart pounded like a freight train in my skull.I knew Roland’s life wasn't all sunshine and roses. I knew I was in for a lot of drama when I agreed to play the role of his girlfriend weeks ago but I never thought I'd be shot at.I expected to find my father sprawling lifeless near the window, his chest torn open and his eyes staring blankly at the stained ceiling tiles.Instead, it was Roland.He lay half-twisted on his side near the overturned coffee table, his face deathly pale beneath the harsh fluorescent lights as dark blo
Roland.My body reacted before conscious thought could catch up, shoving Aurora behind my back and putting myself squarely between her and the gunman in one continuous motion.The wolf surged so close to the surface of my skin that my vision sharpened into terrifying clarity, turning the dusty particles floating in the air into distinct floating specks while my voice dropped into a growl.The wolf in me yearned to sink its claws into this man, whoever he was, and tear him limb from limb but at the same time I knew I had to be careful while dealing with the situation in order to ensure no harm came to Aurora or Arthur.“Step back right now or I will tear you apart piece by piece,” I growled, my teeth bared as the primal predator inside me strained against my human restraint.The gunman didn’t flinch at the threat display the way a normal intruder should have when faced with an angry alpha. He remained completely calm and professional, clearly briefed on exactly what he was walking into
Magnus.“Do you think there are tears?” I asked.I leaned back against the plush leather seat of the sedan and tapped my fingers against the cool window glass. I stared through the rain. “I bet there are tears. Family reunions are always so terribly messy.”“Probably, boss,” Silas muttered from the driver’s seat. He didn’t bother looking up from his phone, his thumbs tapping away at a quick text.I smiled. I kept my eyes fixed on the brightly lit window of the apartment across the street. The rain dragged slow, blurry paths down the windshield, but my view of the third floor was perfectly clear.Arthur Hayes. Finally.I let out a slow, satisfied breath. A genuine wave of relief washed over my chest, settling deep in my bones. Some men hated waiting. Some men grew anxious and chewed their fingernails when their plans took time. Not me. I had waited far longer than one pathetic hockey season for this little reunion to happen.A man in hiding was a ghost. You couldn’t grab a ghost. You c







