MasukELLARIA.We drove back to the Eastern Sector with Mirela in the back seat beside Tatum and Caden behind the wheel.Tatum was quiet for most of the drive. He stared out the window with his small hands folded in his lap and didn't ask questions.I was grateful for that.Mirela and I had talked through everything on the phone with Arren. She would stay in the faction with Tatum on the days I was buried at the hospital. On those days I'd sleep at the apartment Kade had arranged near the clinic. The rest of the time I'd be with my son in the house Arren was setting up inside the safe zone.It was practical and relatively easy. The kind of arrangement two people who barely knew each other might make.Except we weren't strangers.I hated talking to him on the phone. "We're close," Caden said.I looked up and saw the faction entrance ahead.Arren was already there waiting.He stood near a line of parked vehicles with his hands in his pockets. When our car pulled up he straightened.My stoma
ELLARIA.The restaurant looked abandoned from the outside.Half the windows were dark and there were only a handful of people moving around inside. Everyone wore masks over their noses and mouths. They kept their distance from each other in ways that felt practiced.I sat in Caden's car and watched them through the window."It's strange," I said. "Seeing people out at all."Caden's hands were relaxed on the steering wheel. "They're trying to hold onto normal. Even when normal doesn't exist anymore."I understood that.I'd spent four years trying to hold onto pieces of a life I'd built from nothing while pretending the past didn't exist.And now I was back in the place I'd run from and nothing about it felt normal at all."There she is," Caden said.I looked up and saw Mirela walking toward the restaurant entrance. She was wearing a mask too but I'd recognize the way she walked anywhere.My chest went tight."I'll be back," I said.Caden nodded. "Take your time."I got out of the car a
ARREN. Kade found me an hour later still standing in the same spot after Ellaria left. I was in a mood. Best I stayed away from anyone I could harm with my vile mouth. The bleeding sickness was enough for my people to deal with, I wasn’t about to be a heartbroken tyrant on top of it all. “The supplies are being sourced,” he said from the doorway. “We should have everything within forty-eight hours. Let’s hope nothing goes wayward.”I nodded but didn’t say anything.He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “What happened in here?”“She told me about Tatum.” I murmured, “The boy we saw. Her son.”My son. Kade hesitated. “And?”“And she’s agreed to help.” I turned to look at him. “In exchange for me staying away from both of them once this is over.”Kade’s expression went carefully neutral. “You agreed to that?”“What choice did I have?”He frowned like I’d gone crazy in a matter of seconds. “You could have said no.”“And let my people die?” I shook my head. “That wasn’t a
ARREN.She was serious.I could see it in her face. In the way she was standing there with her chin up and her hands steady at her sides.She would walk out of here right now and let my pack burn if I didn’t agree to her terms.My throat tightened.“You’re asking me to let you take my son and disappear,” I said quietly. “To never see him again. To pretend he doesn’t exist.”“I’m asking you to stay away from us.” Her voice didn’t waver. “There’s a difference.”I wanted to tell her there wasn’t much of one. That what she was asking would kill me slowly over years. But I didn’t have the right to say any of that out loud.Not after what I’d done.“That’s my condition,” she said when I didn’t respond. “Take it or leave it.”I looked at her and tried to find words that wouldn’t sound like I was bargaining for something I’d already lost the right to have.My hands curled into fists at my sides. “I made a lot of mistakes four years ago.”“I know.”“I accused you of things that weren’t true. I
ELLARIA.I couldn't move.My feet were rooted to the pavement and my brain was trying to process what I was seeing but it kept failing.Bodies.Dozens of them piled on top of each other like they were nothing more than discarded objects waiting to be thrown away.Some were covered with sheets. Others weren't.I could see their faces.Young ones. Old ones. Wolves who'd been healthy days ago and were now just meat and bone waiting to be burned.My stomach turned violently.I pressed my hand over my mouth and tried to breathe through my nose but the smell was everywhere. It coated the back of my throat and made my eyes water.Caden's hand found my back. "Ellaria."I couldn't respond.I was staring at a little girl near the top of one of the piles. She couldn't have been more than seven years old. Her eyes were still open and there was dried blood crusted around her nose and mouth.She looked like she'd been crying when she died.My chest seized.Arren turned to me first with something he
ELLARIA.I refused to get in his car.The words were out of my mouth before Arren could even suggest it. "I'm not riding with you."He looked at me with a tight expression, something I couldn’t figure out crossing over his features. "Why?""Caden will take me." I kept my voice steady even though my hands were shaking. "You can lead the way. We'll follow."Arren's jaw tightened but he didn't argue. It was unlike him.He just stared at me for a long moment like he was trying to figure out his options. I held his gaze and didn't back down.Finally he nodded once. "That’s fine."He turned and walked toward his vehicle without another word.I watched him go and felt something twist in my chest.Four years. Four years since I'd last seen him and now I was agreeing to get in a car and follow him back to the place I'd run from.What was I doing?Caden's hand found my elbow gently. "You sure about this?"I looked up at him. He was watching me with concern written all over his face and I wan
ELLARIA.Mirela hadn't slept a wink.She was still in yesterday's jacket, standing in the doorway of my clinic room with eyes so red and swollen it looked like she'd been crying in shifts. And she was looking at me the way people look at something they're not ready to let go of."You were on the f
ARREN. The Western Sector looked too fucking clean. That was the first thing I noticed when we crossed the border. The roads were maintained. The buildings were intact. There wasn't a single body lying in the street waiting for someone to collect it. My pack was dying and these wolves were livi
ARREN.The boy had my eyes.Not close to mine. Not similar.My exact fucking eyes staring back at me from a face that was too small and too young and too impossible to comprehend. I stood there and my brain tried to work through the math but it kept hitting a wall.It’s been four years since Ellar
ELLARIA.This is Caden. He’s the new werewolf around here, strong, handsome, and the center of every gossip circle. But that wasn’t why I noticed him. It was his passion for learning nursing skills and his genuine love for the children that caught my eye.We became close friends easily.He held it







