LOGINArielle's POV Victor moved us to the cabin three weeks before anyone expected labor to start, arguing that a smaller, harder-to-find location gave us better odds than staying inside a compound everyone already knew the location of. "Three weeks early," Clara had warned, checking me over one last time before we left. "If anything feels wrong, anything at all, you get me on the radio immediately. No waiting to see if it passes." "I promise." "I mean it, Arielle." "I know you do. I promise." The cabin was so quiet in the way that Bloodclaw would never quite manage, nestled well into the trees as it was, even the wind out here sounded different, softer, as if it hadn't yet heard that the rest of the world was crashing down. Michael wanted to allow us to take a full guard detail along. Victor turned down every single one, saying that a squad of wolves trudging through the woods would make noise louder than any radio transmission. "You're being stubborn," I'd told him, halfway throu
Arielle's POV Victor had tried to talk me into bed an hour earlier, and I'd sent him off with a kiss and a promise I had no intention of keeping. "Fifteen minutes," I told him. "I just need air." "You said that forty minutes ago." "Did I? Time's been acting strange lately. Very unreliable. Go check on your father, Victor. I'll be right behind you." He'd given me a look that said he didn't believe a word of it, but he'd gone anyway, trusting me enough not to argue, which was somehow worse than if he had. Selene found me on the porch that night, watching the tree line like it might tell me something the council hadn't already. "Can't sleep either," she said. "There's a countdown running in my head now. Days, maybe less. I don't think I'm sleeping again until this is over." She sat beside me without being asked, quiet for a long moment, her eyes fixed on the same dark tree line I'd been watching. "I need to tell you something," she said finally. "About Augustin. About
Victor's POV Arielle had spent the morning in the training yard against my better judgment, insisting she needed to feel her own power respond on command instead of only in a panic. I'd watched her call up a spark of light between her palms twice, small and controlled, before she got frustrated and let it flare bright enough to singe the grass at her feet. "That wasn't supposed to happen." "No kidding." I stamped out the smoldering patch with my boot. "Remind me why we're doing this two days after your last dramatic power surge and not, say, two months from now." "Because two months from now might not exist, Victor, and I'd rather know what I'm capable of before I need it than find out in the middle of a crisis." She flexed her fingers, sparks still dancing faintly at the tips. "Also, that felt incredible. Terrifying, but incredible." "You say that like it's a selling point." "It's a little bit of a selling point." Michael's summons pulled us both inside before I could argue fu
Arielle's POV Gideon cast a restraint charm on Rosalind's wrists before she could complete what she started, and even with three people to restrain her, she yelled in a voice that didn't quite sound like a person's anymore while she clawed on the floor trying to pull herself toward us. They got her out. That was all I knew for hours, and I got it in the form of a hair-raising, short and steady report from Michael's third-in-command while I tore a hole into the floor of the council hall by pacing around it. They got her out. Nothing about whether Clara was hurt. Nothing about Victor. I hated waiting more than I hated almost anything else this war had asked of me, and pregnant and grounded, waiting was apparently my entire job now. "You should sit," My mom said, appearing at my elbow with a cup of tea I hadn't asked for. "Pacing won't bring them home faster." "I know that." "Doesn't stop you, though." "No." I took the tea anyway, mostly for something to do with my hands. "How d
Victor's POV For one night, I let myself pretend the world outside our room didn't exist. Arielle curled against my chest, her hand resting where the baby had finally quieted for once, both of us still in a way that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with just needing an hour that belonged only to us. "Tell me something normal," she said. "Not the war. Not Augustin. Something small." "I used to hate mornings before you moved in next door." "That's not normal, that's tragic." "You asked for small. I gave you small." I pressed a kiss to her hair, breathing her in like it might anchor me to this exact minute instead of every minute still waiting outside that door. "Now I like them. Mornings, I mean. Even the ones that start with somebody trying to kill us." "Especially those, from the way you smile through them." "I smile because you're still here to complain about it with me." She laughed quietly, and for a while neither of us said anything else that needed words,
Arielle's POV Alaric slept through the rest of the night and until mid-morning the following day. Clara only allowed the others close enough to feel his pulse, and when he finally woke, still delicate and shaken, Victor had already left with the border patrol, which Michael had insisted on doubling after everything my father-in-law had warned us about. Victor returned with blood on his knuckles and a message he'd no doubt been wishing he didn't have to share. "Say it again," Michael said. "Exactly how he said it." "'The Founder sends his regards to his granddaughter.'" Victor's hands hadn't stopped flexing since he walked in, like he was still fighting the urge to hit something. "Then he bit down on whatever he had tucked in his cheek before any of us could stop him. Dead before he hit the ground. No hesitation. No fear, either, which is the part I can't stop thinking about." "They wanted the message delivered," I said. "That's the whole point of sending someone who'd rather di
Arielle's POVI sat up.“You'll assume the role of a patient and I'll be the doctor.""Sounds interesting." I smiled. "What illnesses can you treat?""You'll find out. Soon." His eyes stayed on mine. "Let's not rush things."I nodded."Good." He strode to the table and picked up a pen and paper."T
Arielle's POV"Can I spend the night, please?"His brows raised."I mean…my rent expired, my stuff is outside and I have nowhere to go. If you could just let me stay for a few days…or I'll be gone by tomorrow."He squinted and stared at me with a hard expression. Silence followed. The rain was stil
Arielle's POVThe guy had a phone pressed to his ear but I didn't hear what he was saying. I just didn't care. I was too focused on his piercing blue eyes and his biceps standing out through the shirt he wore. He had that look that could make even the toughest pussy drip. I even had to squeeze my t
Arielle's POV"I'm taking the pink hoodie too."The sales receptionist, a slim young lady, smiled and stretched out her hand. "Let me take your card."She swiped it and waited, then swiped it again."This isn't working." She kept her voice professionally flat. "You can pay with another card.""That







