LOGIN"You don't want it huh," she said quietly. "Is that why you freed her? So you could chase after her?""Do you really think so little of my judgment?""She stole--""You stood before the entire council," I cut in, "accusing her of theft. You neglected to mention you were the one who gave her the necklace.""I didn't--""And listen carefully, Carla Voss." I held her gaze. "If I wanted an excuse to go after Layla, I would have imprisoned her here in the Arctic Moon Pack."My voice dropped. "At least then she would be where I could see her anytime I want."The thought sickened me. Because for one disgraceful moment during the hearing, I'd actually considered it."I lent her that necklace," Carla insisted, her voice shaking now. "She never returned it. Instead she disappeared. She sold it to pay for medical school. To prove something to my parents. The people who raised her. “And somehow I'm the villain?"I moved away from where she stood, ready for the discussion to end."You told Nash
Draven POVIt had been a long time since I'd tortured anyone. Rogue. Enemy. It didn't matter.That was Simon's deputy and the other warriors had looked genuinely troubled when I showed up earlier.The male broke too quickly for my liking. I barely had the chance to use my claws before he started talking.When I stepped out of the cell, blood stained my hands and shirt. Shame pricked at the edges of my anger. Not because I'd hurt him. Because I'd hurt him far more than the interrogation had required.And it still hadn't been enough.I'd expected one name. George Hunt.Instead, the prisoner gasped another. Travis Martin.The name had stopped me cold during the torture.Why would the Chief Director of a hospital on the edge of the Realm be smuggling masking potion across several borders?I'd almost believed George was buying it for his mercenaries. To hide their scents before another ambush against my top warriors.For once, I thought I'd caught him with proof instead of mere suspicion
Draven POVI vaguely noticed Nash when he appeared.He began speaking immediately. Giving verbal reports about something serious. I heard some of the words. Border crossing. Unauthorized possession. Criminal in detention. He was delivering it efficiently and without filler. The way he delivered any urgent verbal report. I caught maybe half of it.Only one thought remained in a loop inside my head.Layla had a five year old son.Five! The number left a sour taste in my mouth.I increased my pace."Alpha." Nash fell into step beside me. "Should I continue?""My office," I replied simply.He followed without another word.The mansion corridors were busy at this hour. Pack members stepped aside as I passed. A bow here. A greeting there. I ignored all of it.My mother appeared at the end of the east hallway. She started toward me with a look that could only mean she had something to say.I turned left before she reached me.Nash caught up as I pushed open the study door. He came in b
Layla POVI did not fully turn around before the question reached me the second time.“Alpha Darkwood,” Clyde greeted.Draven ignored the greeting. His hot gaze drifted to me instead, and I drew a slow, careful breath under the weight of his stare.“Dr. Wallace has a son,” he said.It was not a question, but I replied."Yes.” My voice was steady, but my hands shook inside the purse where I'd reached for my phone. "A five year old. He's waiting for me."The number fell out of my mouth before I fully decided on the lie.Draven's brows lifts slightly, very briefly but I caught it. I also caught the flash of something unnameable in his eyes before he hid it.Five. Not six. He nodded once. Then his gaze left me and settled in the distance where nothing was happening. Like he would rather never look at me again."Is he well?" His tone is quiet and formal. It felt as though he was a stranger inquiring about someone else's child."Yes," I replied. "He's… fine."Another nod."I should tha
Layla POVAs Noah moved farther away, I began to wonder if I really wanted to hear whatever Savanna was about to tell me.I didn't have to wonder for long.“It's not her fault she couldn't be here,” she said gently, almost in a whisper. She glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “I know, Layla. I mean... we know.”I stared at her. When I said nothing, she continued.“About you... and the Alpha. Carla told Lois. It was supposed to stay a secret, but she told me. Our little group fell apart after that. Carla stopped speaking to Lois. Lois's mother lost her place in the Pack Mothers’ Coven. Both families stopped being friends.”She sighed.“There's so much to tell you.” She pulled out her phone and held it toward me.I took it.Not because I wanted the gossip. Quite the opposite. I would have preferred not to know any of it. But refusing to exchange numbers with someone who might have just saved me didn't feel right.I entered my number and handed the phone back.Savanna hesit
Layla POVThe recess lasted ten minutes.I was held in a side room while the Tribunal deliberated. I sat on a hard chair, staring at the wall while thinking about Aiden going through the day without his dose. It took great effort not to let that thought consume everything else.When I was called back in, I noticed a figure near the exit of the hall.Clyde.He was sitting against the back wall watching the proceedings with an unreadable expression. How long had he been there? More importantly… Why was he here?Travis could have sent him. Or was he here to see Draven? I would find out later.I returned to my seat and waited as the hall settled.The hall was dead silent for a long moment as Draven looked at the documents in front of him. Finally, he lifted his gaze."Layla Voss."My old name. For some reason, it felt like he was saying it for the first time in public. Maybe he was. A soft tingle moved through my chest that I had no business feeling in a formal proceeding. Images o







