LOGINKael's POVDante sat in the center of the war room, chained to a chair bolted to the floor. Excessive, perhaps, but I was taking no chances. Aria stood nearby, her presence a constant reminder of the impossible position we were all in."Start with this one," I said, pointing to a name on the list. "Alpha Theron of the Clearwater Pack. Died three years ago. The official cause was a hunting accident.""Check the date," Dante said calmly. "Two weeks after he publicly opposed Council expansion into neutral territories at the regional Gathering."Silas scanned our records. "Confirmed. Theron spoke against the Council. Died shortly after. But correlation is not causation.""Check the method," Dante suggested. "Arrow through the chest during a solo hunt. No witnesses. The body was found two days later.""How do you know the method?" Luna demanded, leaning forward. "That detail was not made public.""Because Sarah's notes are thorough," Dante said. "She documented everything. Dates, methods,
“Sarah was assassinating dissidents for the Council,” I said, the words barely above a whisper. “All these wolves who spoke out, who questioned the system. They were murdered.”“Exactly.” Dante pointed to a name near the bottom of the list. “That is why I ran. I found this list, found proof Sarah was a Council assassin, not just a spy. And I realized if she had one list, there might be others. Lists that could destroy the Council if revealed publicly.”“So you escaped to find these lists?”“I escaped to protect you.”He looked at me directly.“Aria, your name is on a list too. Not Sarah’s list. A different one. Someone in the Council has marked you for elimination. I do not know who or why, but staying in Nightshade made you a target. I thought if I left, if I drew attention away, they might leave you alone.”The forest seemed to tilt beneath me.“You ran to protect me?”“I ran because I am tired of watching people I love die.” His voice cracked. “Eight years, Aria. Eight years of los
Aria’s POVI Could not sleep.Each time I closed my eyes, I saw Dante's face, heard his warnings about Sarah, remembered him throwing that knife to save Kael despite his own injuries. None of it fit with the manipulative villain everyone believed him to be.Unless all of it had been manipulation.Layer upon layer of deception designed to make me defend him. Make me doubt my own judgment. Make me the perfect weapon to divide Nightshade from within.“Still awake?”Mira’s voice came from the doorway. She entered without waiting for permission, carrying two mugs.“Thought you might need company.”“I need answers,” I said, accepting the tea. “But thank you.”“The hunting party leaves at dawn,” Mira said, settling beside me. “Luna, Silas, and ten of our best trackers. Kael is leading them personally.”“To kill my brother.”The words tasted like poison in my mouth.“To protect the pack,” Mira corrected gently. “Aria, I know you love Dante. But he escaped. After everything we did to give him
Kael’s POVSarah's trial was swift and brutal. The recording of her confession left no room for denial or manipulation. She had murdered my father, orchestrated attacks on the pack, and nearly destroyed everything we had built. The vote for execution was unanimous.She died at dawn, defiant till the end, cursing us all with her final breath.I should have felt satisfied. Justice served, the real killer punished, my father's death avenged. Instead, I felt hollow. Another body added to the pile of wolves who had died in this endless cycle of revenge and retribution.“It had to be done,” Silas said beside me as we watched the pyre consume Sarah's body. “She would never have stopped. Would never have accepted anything less than total victory.”“I know.” I turned away from the flames. “That does not make it easier.”The compound had fallen into an uneasy calm. Sarah's captured forces had been given a choice: integrate into Nightshade under strict probation, or leave and never return. Most
I found Dante in the medical wing, still helping Vera treat wolves suffering from smoke inhalation. His hands moved with practiced efficiency, wrapping bandages and administering herbs gently."We need to talk," I said from the doorway. "Privately."Vera looked between us, then nodded. "Take fifteen minutes. I can manage here."The guards escorted us to a small storage room off the main medical area. They remained outside, close enough to intervene if needed but far enough to give us the illusion of privacy."Sarah is at our gates," I said without preamble. "She claims you did not poison Marcus. That someone else did, and you took credit for it."Dante's expression remained neutral. "And you believe her?""I do not know what to believe anymore." Frustration bled into my voice. "Did you poison Marcus Brennan or not?""I told everyone I did." He sat on a supply crate, favoring his injured leg. "I confessed in front of the entire pack. Why question it now?""Because Sarah has Marcus's si
Aria's POVThe fire increased as night fell, it came close enough that I could feel the heat through the compound walls. Smoke turned the air thick, making every breath a struggle. Wolves worked in shifts, fighting flames and evacuating belongings from threatened buildings.I worked alongside Mira and Luna, hauling water and helping move children to safer areas. My shoulder ached from the exertion, but stopping felt impossible when everyone else pushed through exhaustion."The fire is not spreading as fast as it should," Mira observed as we took a brief rest. "The wind should be pushing it toward us, but it keeps stalling.""Sarah is controlling it somehow," Luna said, her face stained with ash. "Keeping it close enough to terrify us but not close enough to actually destroy the compound. She wants us exhausted and afraid, not dead.""Why?" I asked. "If she wanted us dead, this fire could accomplish that.""Because dead wolves cannot suffer," a voice said behind us.I turned to find Da







