LOGINTHELMA'S POV The safehouse was chaos. After the battle at Council headquarters, Marcus had evacuated everyone to a secure location, an old warehouse on the edge of the territory that had been converted into emergency housing. It wasn't pretty, but it was safe. And right now, safe was all that mattered. "Drink," Clara commanded, shoving a glass into my hand. I took it automatically. The liquid burned going down, whiskey, strong enough to strip paint. "What is this?" "Victory," she said, raising her own glass. "We exposed the Council corruption. Killed the man behind it. Freed the compelled guards. This is what winning looks like." Around us, pack members were doing exactly that, celebrating. Someone had found music. Someone else had found more alcohol. The tension of the past weeks was releasing all at once. Xavier sat in the corner, his arm in a makeshift sling, looking exhausted but alive. Meridith was checking his wounds while he tried to wave her off. "He needs re
XAVIER'S POVThorne moved like liquid death.I barely blocked his first strike, claws scraping against my forearm hard enough to draw blood. He was faster than any Elder had a right to be, stronger than his aged appearance suggested."You fight well for someone about to die," Thorne said, circling me.I didn't waste breath responding. Every movement counted now. Every second mattered.He lunged again. I sidestepped, drove my elbow toward his ribs. He caught my arm, twisted, and suddenly I was airborne. I hit the platform hard enough to crack stone.Pain exploded through my back.Get up. Get up now.I rolled as his foot slammed down where my head had been. Swept his legs. He stumbled, just for a second, and I used that second to shift partially, claws extending, strength flooding my limbs."There it is," Thorne laughed. "The wolf they're all afraid of. Show me what makes you special, boy."I showed him my fist in his face.His head snapped back. Blood sprayed. But he was already recove
"He's also behind your family's death. Behind Kelvin's betrayal. Behind Gina." Xavier's hand closed around the crystal. "Which means we're not leaving. Not yet.""Xavier….""Thelma, I've spent months protecting you by keeping secrets. By moving pieces quietly. By trying to build an unassailable case before revealing the truth." He looked at me, his eyes blazing. "But you died. In another life, you died because I wasn't fast enough, wasn't decisive enough. I won't make that mistake again."He stepped back onto the platform, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade."Elder Thorne!" The room fell silent.Thorne turned slowly, his expression carefully neutral. But I could see it now—the way his eyes tracked everything, the predatory stillness beneath his elderly facade."Yes, Xavier?""Place your hand on the Truth Stone," Xavier said. "Answer one question. Just one. And if you're innocent, we'll apologize publicly and submit to whatever punishment you decree."Thorne smiled. "And
THELMA'S POVThe applause that erupted after Elder Matthias's confession felt distant, like hearing thunder from underwater. My hands were shaking as I watched Xavier remove his hand from the Truth Stone, his face pale but triumphant.He'd done it. He'd actually exposed them.But as pack leaders shouted questions and Council members scrambled to contain the chaos, something felt wrong. The world tilted slightly, and a sharp pain lanced through my temple.Not now. Please, not now."Thelma?" Xavier was beside me instantly, his hand on my arm. "What's wrong?""I'm fine, just…" The pain intensified, and suddenly I wasn't standing in Council headquarters anymore.I was somewhere else. Someone else.MEMORY FRAGMENT: BEFOREI was running through the forest, my father's pack lands burning behind me. Smoke choked the air. Screams echoed through the trees."Thelma, keep moving!" My mother's voice, desperate and fierce. "Don't look back!"But I did look back. I saw them, Council guards with silv
THELMA'S POV"Thelma." He turned to face me fully. "This is happening whether we want it or not. We can either go in scared and defensive, or we can use it as a weapon. I'm choosing weapon."I wanted to argue. Wanted to tell him this was reckless and stupid and exactly what our enemies wanted.But through the bond, I felt his certainty. His calm. He wasn't being reckless.He was being strategic."What do you need from us?" I asked instead."Research. I need to know everything about Truth Stone mechanics. How they work, what their limitations are, what loopholes exist. Elizabeth, that's you. Meridith, I need you to brief me on every Council member who'll be in attendance. Weaknesses, loyalties, secrets. Marcus, Clara, coordinate with pack leaders. Make sure as many as possible attend tonight. I want a full audience.""And me?" I asked.Xavier took my hand. "You're coming with me. As my mate and my anchor. If they try to use the Truth Stone to break me, I need you there to remind me who
XAVIER'S POVDawn came too fast.I woke to find Thelma already gone from our bed, which meant she was either training with Meridith or spiraling in her own head. The bond hummed with anxiety, sharp and electric beneath my ribs.I found her at the stream.She wasn't practicing with the threads this time. She was just sitting there, knees pulled to her chest, staring at the water like it held answers she desperately needed."Couldn't sleep?" I asked, settling beside her."Every time I close my eyes, I see it," she said quietly. "The trial. You and Aurelius. And in every version, something goes wrong.""That's not a vision. That's anxiety.""How do you know?""Because if it was a vision, you'd see one outcome. This sounds like you're seeing every possible outcome. That's just fear." I nudged her shoulder. "Welcome to leadership. It never gets easier."She leaned against me. "How do you do it? Carry the weight of everyone's survival and still make jokes?""Who says I'm joking?""Xavier."







