MasukLayla POVIt became almost impossible to say Draven's name in front of the family I'd only just discovered I still had. I couldn't bring myself to speak it, not with the expression Luca had on. I dreaded his next question more than anything, but thankfully, he didn't ask who Aiden's father was. Perhaps he could see that I didn't want him to ask, or perhaps he simply decided there were more important things to discuss first.His hands fell away from my arms as I stepped back. "Let me have my phone," I repeated. "I need to make a call. I need to go to my son.""We can't have anyone tracing this place," Luca replied. Disappointment was still visible in his expression, although he tried to hide it. "You'll leave at dawn.""No. I need to go now.""It's past one in the morning, Layla. You'll leave at dawn." His tone left no room for argument.I opened my mouth to protest again, but Clyde spoke before I could."Don't worry, Doc. The Chief already got word from me. Aiden knows you're running
Layla POVClyde too.The realization settled over me with a strange, almost dizzying weight. He was one of us. A member of the Bronze Crescent. One of the scattered wolves whose lives had been torn apart when our lands were taken.Of course. I should have known.Images of every encounter I'd ever had with him began replaying in my mind, each one taking on a different meaning now that I knew who he really was. The way he'd always seemed to keep an eye on Aiden. The way he'd watched me when he thought I wasn't looking. The way he'd called himself my Gamma when Julia Voss had questioned him. At the time, I'd thought it was simply another strange detail about a male I barely knew. I understood then.He hadn't been watching us because he was curious. He'd been watching over us.Even the mark on his chin looked different to me now. I'd always assumed it was some kind of rogue marking, something that identified him as one of the wolves the Realm considered dangerous. But it wasn't. It was a
Layla POVI had believed dad. That there would be an age of peace someday. And as the first daughter of the Beta, I would be mated to an important male of the pack. I'd even fantasized that we would be fated not mere chosen mates.Instead, there had been a massacre.Our lands had been taken. Our family and pack members had been scattered. And I had forgotten that I had ever belonged to anyone at all. Worse, I had been fated to the very enemy whose people had destroyed everything I once called home."How did I forget you?" I gasped, tears racing down my cheeks.Luca's expression crumpled slightly."I don't know." He crouched in front of me. "But I know you didn't forget because you wanted to. How are you even wolfless? Something was done to you, Layla."His jaw ticked as he gently brushed the tear from my cheek. "Jared told me what he discovered about you. He said you've been living in the neutral lands all these years. That was probably the safest place for you."He hesitated. "And he
Layla POVI regained consciousness in a dimly lit room that smelled faintly of coffee and something musky, almost animal-like. For several seconds, I kept my eyes closed, afraid that opening them would confirm whatever my instincts were already telling me. My wrists were tied behind me, and my ankles were bound to something solid beneath me, probably a heavy wooden table or shelf. The restraints weren't cutting into my skin, but they were tight enough to make escape impossible.I wasn't alone."You're awake."The familiar voice made my entire body go still.I didn't open my eyes immediately. I couldn't. The moment I heard it, something deep inside me stirred, dragging memories from a place I hadn't known still existed. They came so suddenly that for a few seconds, I wasn't in this room anymore. I was a little girl again, no older than Aiden had been when I'd first held him in my arms, hiding behind a cupboard while screams and crashing sounds filled our home.I remembered Dad.He was
Draven POVThe desk phone rang before I could say it.Travis snatched it up. “Send them in.”He hung up.George and I exchanged a look. Neither of us needed to ask who he had summoned. Whatever was happening, Travis had decided this conversation was no longer something he intended to handle privately.“Chief,” George warned.“I have no quarrel with you, Alpha Hunt,” Travis said without looking at him. “I hope we continue that way.”“Maybe we will,” George replied coldly, “if you stop hiding your scent under expensive perfume and whatever else you're using.”For the first time, something flickered across Travis's face. It disappeared so quickly I couldn't tell whether I'd actually seen it. He turned his attention to me instead. “As for you, Darkwood, there's one thing I can tell you. The Bronze Crescent is not yours. Take your hands off those fucking lands and let those people know peace.”My blood ran cold as the words struck something in my memory.The Bronze Crescent. Nash's voice
Draven POV“He’s…” The werewolf who appeared to be the senior security officer hesitated, his gaze darting toward the chief.Travis’s eyes snapped toward him, and whatever answer had been forming died immediately.George stepped forward before the silence could stretch any further. “Chief Martin, why don't you take us somewhere private to talk? We can clear up this misunderstanding quickly. That’s all this is, isn’t it?”Travis didn't answer him. Instead, he gave a bitter little smile that contained no amusement whatsoever, then turned toward the guards and ordered them back to their duties. The staff slowly dispersed, though several of them continued to glance over their shoulders at us as they went.I wanted this to be a misunderstanding. Yet I didn't want it to be. I didn't regret striking the doctor in front of his staff, and I certainly didn't want to feel guilty about attacking a respectable male without knowing the full story. I wanted to be wrong because, if Travis was not in







