FAZER LOGINLet go of it, Vera said. Immediately. Don't pull.I already had.The moment I felt the thread I had released it, the way you pull your hand back from something unexpectedly hot. Not because it hurt. Because it was so much larger than I had been prepared for, holding it felt like trying to catch a river with both hands.I opened my eyes fully.Cael was leaning forward in his chair. Not toward me exactly, more like his whole body had oriented in my direction without him deciding to do it. The silver in his eyes was fully visible, no lamp light needed, just there, steady and bright.Did you feel that? I asked him.Yes. His voice was slightly rougher than usual. It felt like something took hold of it.I didn't pull, I said. I just found it."I know." He sat back slowly. "That's what I felt. Being found."Vera was writing something in her folder. She did it with the focused speed of someone who had been waiting for this specific data point for a long time. How would you describe the sensat
You're smaller than I expected.The woman in the library looked up from her book without any particular urgency, like I had knocked instead of just walked in. She was older, maybe seventy, with white hair pinned loosely and reading glasses pushed up on her forehead. Small framed, wrapped in a dark cardigan, seated in the largest chair in the room like she had been the one to put it there.People usually are, she said. Sit down, Ella.I sat in the chair across from her because the way she said it left no reasonable alternative. The library smelled like old paper and the particular dry warmth of a room that stayed heated year-round. Books covered three walls floor to ceiling. Vera's open one was face down on her knee and I could see it was heavily annotated in the margins.You've been waiting for someone like me, I said.I've been waiting for you specifically. She folded her glasses into her cardigan pocket. Your mother came to me once, when you were seven. She wanted to know what you w
"Talk," Cael said.He had crossed the room in four steps and taken the phone from my hand without asking, put it on speaker, and set it on the coffee table between us. His voice was the quietest I had heard it. That particular quiet that meant the temperature had dropped several degrees on the inside.Marcus was silent for two seconds. The kind of silence that came from someone deciding how much to spend.I've been passing information to Aldric's people for eight months, he said. Not six. Eight. It started before the Alpha King campaign formally opened. He approached me through a third party, a man I knew from law school who I didn't realize was connected to the Eastern Coalition until it was too late to extract cleanly.What did you give him? Cael said.Schedules. Security rotations. Legal strategy on two of the land acquisition cases. Internal pack communications that weren't classified but would have been embarrassing publicly. A pause. And three days ago, when the clinic notificat
"Unmake a bond," I repeated. "What does that actually mean?"Edmund kept his hands folded on the table and his voice even, the way you speak to someone you're not sure can hold the weight of what you're about to give them. I recognized the approach. I had used it myself more times than I could count at patients' bedsides.I let him know with my expression that I could hold it.He adjusted slightly. A pack bond is not just loyalty. It is a biological and spiritual connection, Alpha to wolf, wolf to pack, that creates hierarchy, shared strength, coordinated instinct. It is what makes a pack function as a unit rather than a collection of individuals. He paused. Your bloodline carries the ability to sever that connection. Not weaken it. Sever it completely and permanently."Like cutting a wire," I said.Like pulling a root. The whole structure above it loses its foundation.I looked at Cael. He was standing at the edge of the table with his arms crossed and his expression neutral, but his
How bad? Cael said into his phone.I was already texting Rosie. Stay in the break room. Do not move for any reason. Lena is coming.Cael's voice stayed flat but his free hand closed into a fist at his side. Which team member? How long ago. A pause. "Lock down the east wing and don't touch anything until I'm back."He ended the call and looked at me. In the space of thirty seconds his expression had shifted into something I hadn't seen from him before. Not panic. Something colder and more focused than panic, the look of a man who had just confirmed a thing he'd been bracing for.The team member who's down, I said. How bad?"Unconscious. Breathing." His jaw was tight. "They used something chemical. Fast-acting. He went down without a sound which is why it took twenty minutes to find him."They came through the east wing while we were out.While we were all out. Lena at the hospital, me driving you, most of the senior security at their posts outside the perimeter. He was already moving t
"Which ward?" I asked.Lena checked her phone. "Pediatric overflow. Your usual floor. The person asked for you by full name and said they were your cousin."I don't have a cousin.I know.I was already moving down the hallway toward the front of the house. Cael fell into step beside me without being asked, which I had stopped being surprised by.I need to call Rosie, I said. She works that floor on Tuesdays.Ella. His voice had that particular weight it got when he was about to say something I wasn't going to like. You're not going to the hospital.Rosie is there. She doesn't know any of this is happening and someone just walked onto her floor looking for me. I already had my phone out. I'm calling her first and then we're figuring out how to get her out of there without causing a scene.He didn't argue. That was one thing I was learning about him, he picked his battles with the same deliberateness he applied to everything else. When he pushed back it meant something. When he didn't,







