LOGINARREN.
Kade came in and dropped into the chair across from my desk with the energy of a man who'd aged five years in the last two hours.
"Katerina's taken the boy in," he said. "He's down for the night."
"Good."
He looked like he had more to say about the evening's events. After something like the display some of my pack members just witnessed outside, most people did.
I leaned back, folding my arms across my chest, and let the quiet settle while I turned the whole mess over in my head.
Ellaria finding out about Katerina and her son had not been part of the plan.
In fairness, most things Ellaria did weren't part of any plan I'd made. Including what happened at the hospital. She wasn’t the type to lash out like that. If anything, she avoided conflict whenever she could. It was more likely the strain she’d been under.
Suspending her had been the most efficient solution. She needed time to rest. And more importantly, she needed to be kept away from Katerina.
I had thought that would be enough. That distance would keep her out of things she wasn’t meant to see. Things about that boy.
But Ellaria had a way of appearing exactly where I needed her not to be,with those curious fucking eyes of hers taking in everything.
Half a year ago, Katerina had shown up at my door with a four year old boy on her hip and a story I hadn't seen coming.
She claimed we had a one-night stand. She'd kept it from me, she said, because the timing was bad and she hadn't known how to tell me.
I couldn't remember that night if I was being honest.
But I took one look at her son and decided a paternity test was going to be a problem I dealt with later.
Because Dalor was sick.
And his sickness intrigued me.
The patterns and symptoms and notable side effects it was having on him and his wolf... those exact same things happened to my father months before he died.
Every healer in the Eastern Sector had looked at my father and written natural causes on the report and moved on, and I had known from the day I read it that they were wrong. Years of looking and this child was the first thing I had found that felt like a real thread.
I wasn't letting go of it and I wasn't letting anyone near it who didn't need to be.
So I had brought them in, settled them at the pack house, and kept it quiet.
I wasn't taking in a woman I had history with and a child I had no memory of fathering out of sentimentality.
I was following the only solid lead I'd had in two years of looking.
What I had not accounted for was Ellaria walking out of that corner tonight and straight into the middle of all of it.
I knew Ellaria's faces well enough after almost five years of living with her.
That one was new.
And to protect everything was dire, I had told her to stop making a fuss and walked away with Katerina and the boy.
I couldn't afford the investigation unraveling, and those things were more important than whatever she wanted to say right then.
It was the right call.
I knew it was the right call.
So why in goddess name had it been bothering me since then?
I frowned at the table and made a decision. I'd go home tonight.
Whatever she'd wanted to say, she could say it then.
“How’s the search for Ellaria’s mom going?” I asked Cade.
"There's been some movement," he said. "But I can’t say we can do much with our new leads. It sucks that she barely remembers much from back then, it would be a big help in at least letting us know if were on the right path, because right now... nothing’s verified.”
"Send more people." I supplied.
"We already have a fair number on it."
"Send more anyway."
He wrote it down without argument, "If this lead doesn't hold, it'll be the third time we've had to walk it back," he said.
Another false start will hit her hard.
I'd watched it happen twice already. I hated seeing her hurt like that.
Telling her we’d lost another lead wasn't something I was interested in sitting across from again.
"Nothing reaches her until it's confirmed," I said. “I don’t want to get my wife’s hopes up.”
Kade nodded, made the note, and then sat there with his pen held loosely and that particular expression he wore when he was deciding whether it was worth it to say the thing he had lingering on his mind.
I raised an eyebrow. "Come out with it."
He set the pen down. "You know your contract expires in three months. I’ve been thinking you should give the Luna some kind of severance package. To keep her afloat you know... forever maybe? You can allocate the main guest house her and give her a monthly salary."
I looked at him.
I hadn’t realized there were only three months left.
For some reason I'd been operating as though that number was still comfortably theoretical. Apparently time had other ideas.
There was suddenly this faint, persistent pressure sitting somewhere in my chest that I couldn't quite account for.
"Find her a few houses," I said. And then I frowned. "Make sure they’re in close proximity to the main pack house."
Kade's pen stopped moving. He looked up at me. "Will... Katerina accept that?"
My brows pulled in, "What does Katerina have to do with where Ellaria lives?"
He held my gaze for a moment, and something in his expression shifted. "I assumed," he said, choosing his words, "that you were ending the contract because you intended to marry Katerina. She's your fated mate. You have a... son together by her account."
I said nothing.
Kade continued, delivering information I for some reason wasn't liking, “By every reasonable measure, she’s really your best option."
He wasn't wrong.
“Handle it as instructed.” I ordered anyway.
He wrote more things down.
He really wasn't wrong.
The fated mate bond existed between Katerina and me even if it had never settled the way it was supposed to.
The child complicated things in ways I was still working through carefully.
Katerina was the logical answer to every practical question, and I had always been a practical man.
The problem was that the logical answer kept arriving at Ellaria and stopping there.
She had filled the role of Luna without being asked twice and handled problems before they became anyone else's concern. The children in that hospital followed her around like she was the warmest thing in every room she walked into.
I noticed her more and more as the years went on.
Fucking hell.
I'd gotten used to her being there.
I didn't want this marriage to end. And I was going to ask Ellaria if she felt the same way. If she did, then we’d continue as man and wife.
Only this time... it’ll be real.
ELLARIA.“Tate!”He didn’t stop.He was fast when he wanted to be and right now he wanted to be and he was weaving around everything on the path without slowing once. I went after him calling his name and he kept going like he couldn’t hear me or had decided not to.“Tatum!”Nothing.He ducked around the corner of the nearest house and I pushed myself faster and came around after him and he was already halfway down the next stretch of path putting more distance between us with every second.A hand closed around my elbow and pulled me to a stop.I spun around.Arren.“Wait here,” he said. Gently. “Let me go after him.”I knocked his hand off my elbow. “I don’t need your help.”I turned and went the other direction, scanning everything in front of me. Every gap between houses. Every possible place a small boy who didn’t want to be found could disappear into.“Tate.” I kept calling even though he wasn’t answering. “Tatum please.”Nothing came back.I made it back to the house after anoth
ELLARIAI wiped my face as I walked and hated myself for every tear.I asked myself the question I'd been avoiding since the moment I agreed to come back here.Was this a mistake?Coming back. Agreeing to help him. Did my need to save lives mean I shouldn't save myself?I knew I was strong. I'd been forced to be. It hadn't happened overnight either. It took time and hard work and effort and a hundred sleepless nights where I turned in bed tormented by every memory. Every time I'd cried over him. Every time I'd missed my mother. Every time I'd wished I'd never followed Arren to that refugee camp after he saved me in that forest.Was it dramatic? Maybe.But that was the truth about heartbreak. Overcoming it took work. It took years. And I had done those years. I had put in every single one of them.And I let myself exist in the same space as him again for what?A good cause?His people were still dying. I was barely making progress. And I'd already lost about a year of my new self just
ELLARIA.Katerina’s hand flew to her cheek.She stared at the ground for a moment. Then she lifted her eyes to mine and her voice came out low and vicious.“You bitch.”I turned to Tatum.He was looking up at me with wide eyes that had gone a little frightened around the edges and it took everything in me to soften my face when I looked at him.I touched his cheek with my palm. “Go back to the house,” I said. Quietly. Firmly. “Go straight there. I’ll be right behind you.”He looked between me and Katerina.“Tate.” I held his gaze. “Go.”He pulled away from my hand and nodded once. A small shaky movement. Then he turned and started back the way we’d come without another word.I watched him go until he’d rounded the corner.Then I turned back to Katerina.She’d dropped her hand from her cheek and was standing straight with her eyes on me and something burning behind them.“I will gouge your eyes out if you take one step closer to me.” Her voice was tight. Controlled. “I said nothing but
85.ELLARIA.My chest tightened the moment Katerina’s eyes met mine.Tatum’s new friend was Katerina’s son.The freaking irony of it sat in my chest like something I couldn’t dislodge.I watched Tate bound up the porch steps and throw himself against Katerina’s side in a hug like he’d known her for years. He pointed back at me with his whole arm.“That’s my mom! She’s been working at the hospital like I told you but she’s here now!”Katerina laughed and ruffled his hair with a gentleness that looked effortless and warm and maternal and everything I knew she wasn’t. “I do know your mother,” she said, letting her words carry loud enough to reach me. “I’ve known her for a very long time.”Dalor came down the steps toward me.He stopped in front of me and looked up with a small uncertain smile. “I think I remember you.” He tilted his head. “You’re that lady who used to follow my dad around a lot.”I kept my expression exactly where it was and smiled at him.He wasn’t wrong.I had followed
ELLARIA.I snapped at one of the nurses at eleven in the morning.She’d asked me a perfectly reasonable question about a patient’s chart and I’d responded with something that came out sharper than I’d intended and the look on her face told me exactly how it had landed.I apologized immediately and meant it. She nodded and moved on and I stood in the hallway afterward and pressed my fingers to my eyes and told myself to get it together.I was in a mood and had been for two days.Arren had shut the council room door in my face and gone completely silent since.It’s been forty eight hours of nothing. None of my calls returned. No of my messages acknowledged. No indication that he was even aware I existed except for the fact that his enforcer had confirmed the trip was still happening tomorrow.Tomorrow.We were leaving tomorrow and I still didn’t know if Caden was coming. Arren had quietly rescinded whatever reluctant agreement he’d landed on before walking out. I couldn’t freaking cal
ELLARIA.Kade's response was immediate."No." He set his pen down flat on the table. "Caden Wolfe doesn't have clearance. This is pack safety we're talking about and that overrides what you want.""I want him there," I said."I heard you the first time." Kade's voice was firm. "The answer is still no."I looked down the table at Arren.He'd been watching me since the words left my mouth. Hadn't moved. Hadn't said anything. Just sitting there with his arms folded and his eyes on my face in that way he had of looking at someone like he was working through something privately."You've been quiet," I said to him. "Any objections?"He held my gaze for a moment.Then one shoulder lifted in a slow shrug. "If he would make you feel more safe," he said, "then maybe I can understand your need for him there."Kade turned to look at Arren like he'd just said something in a language he didn't recognize."It's not about safety," I said.Arren's eyes came back to mine. "Then it's about what?""Havin
ELLARIA. Tatum was in bed when I got there. Mirela had darkened the room and cooled it down. The curtains were drawn and there was a damp cloth on his forehead. He looked so small lying there with his eyes closed and his face flushed from the fever. I sat beside him and pressed my hand to his c
ELLARIA.I didn’t say a word until we were in the car.Caden pulled out of the pack house driveway and I sat in the passenger seat with my arms crossed and my jaw clenched so tight it hurt.The silence stretched between us for several minutes before he finally spoke.“Are you okay?”I turned to loo
ARREN. The silence after they left was deafening. I stood there staring at the empty doorway and tried to process what had just happened. Kade broke the silence first. “I’m sorry.” His voice was rough. “I shouldn’t have lost it like that.” “No you shouldn’t have.” I turned to look at him. “But
ARREN.I woke up to white ceiling tiles and the smell of antiseptic.My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton and my mouth tasted like something had died in it.I blinked a few times and tried to piece together where I was.Hospital. That much was obvious from the sterile white walls and the st







