LOGINTamara’s POV
“Thank you,” I said as we stood up from the table. “For everything. For believing in me.”“You don’t have to thank me,” Paul said, smiling that easy, genuine smile that made things feel less impossible. “That’s what friends do.”He linked his arm through mine as we started walking toward the library exit. There was something comforting about the gesture not possessive, just companionable. Like he was there if I needed him, but not demanding anything froTamara’s PovI looked at myself in the mirror and barely recognized the person staring back.The gown fit perfectly. Cream-colored, simple, elegant……No fuss. My hair was down, curled at the ends the way I liked it. My makeup was soft but there. I looked good. For the first time in weeks…..I looked like myself again.This was it. Graduation.Four years of college, and today it was all ending. All the stress and late nights and impossible choices. This moment where I could finally say I made it through.I kept staring at my reflection like I was trying to memorize it. Like I needed to hold onto this version of myself. The one who wasn't scared. The one who could smile at herself and feel like maybe everything was going to be okay.The knock on the door came soft."Come in," I called.Garrett walked in and I actually stopped breathing for a second.Black suit. It fit him like it was made specifically for his body. His tie was silver and caught the light. His hair was slicked back and he
Mara’s father’s PovI poured the wine slowly, watching it catch the lamplight.Tomorrow, I'd give her the chance to become that girl again. The one who dreamed instead of despaired.I sat in my chair….the leather one that had molded itself to my shape over the years…..and held the glass up to the lamp. The wine glowed like something alive. Like something that mattered.Tomorrow.The word sat heavy in my chest. Heavy and good.I'd thought about this moment a thousand times but tonight, with the plan locked in place and everything was ready, I could finally believe it was actually going to happen.My daughter was coming home.I took a drink. The wine was smooth….The kind I'd been saving for a celebration. And tomorrow was the celebration. They'd taken her from me. The Council with their endless protocols and their slow investigations and their refusal to listen to reason. They'd locked my child in a cell and thrown away the key like she was worthless. They'd decided her fate without as
Tamara’s Pov"We're leaving," I said.Garrett looked up from the kitchen table where he'd been staring at his coffee for the last twenty minutes. Like the answers were somewhere in there at the bottom of the cup."What?" he asked."The Council arranged a place for me," I continued. " It's not far from campus, and I need to go.""Absolutely not," Garrett said. He stood up fast. "No.""No?" I said. "You get to just decide that?""You're safe here," he said. "I'm here. Lucas's people are here. You don't need to go anywhere. You don't need to risk anything.""I'm not staying in this house anymore, Garrett. I can't.""Then you're not staying anywhere," he said. "Tamara, his father is still out there. He's still planning. The moment you leave this place……""The Council has resources," I cut him off. "They're not going to let something happen to me.""And what about me?" he asked. "What happens when I'm not with you?"I felt my jaw clench."What happens to me?" he asked again, like I hadn't
Elena’s PovDante showed up at the cafe with a folder full of business plans.I wasn't expecting it. I was there early, setting up the espresso machine, and he just walked in like he'd been coming in every day. Like we hadn't fallen apart and put ourselves back together separately."Hey," he said."Hey," I said back.He set the folder down on the counter carefully, like it might break if he wasn't gentle. He smiled. It was uncertain. Like he was asking permission just by being there, just by showing up with something real to offer."I've been thinking about this a lot," he said. "About the business. About us working together again. About what we could do if we actually tried. And I'm ready. I'm actually ready now."I looked at the folder. My hands were shaking a little, which was stupid. This was Dante but it was also hope, and that scared me more than anything."I mean, really ready," he continued. "I know I wasn't before. I know I was all over the place. But I spent time figuring th
Lucas’s PovI drove to the Riverside territory without telling anyone.I was going to stop this thing before it got completely out of hand, before it destroyed everyone involved.Mara's father had a house on the edge of pack lands. I pulled up outside and sat in the truck for a long minute, trying to think of what I was actually going to say.I got out and walked to the door slowly.He answered before I could even knock. Like he'd been watching for someone. Like he'd known someone would eventually come."Lucas," he said. Not a greeting, the way you'd say the name of someone you used to know."I need to talk to you," I said.He didn't invite me in. Just stood in the doorway with his arms crossed."About Mara," I continued. "About what you're planning.""I don't think that's any of your business.""It is," I said. "Because if you do this, you're destroying her. You're destroying yourself. And you're making it harder for all of us to protect her."He stepped outside and closed the door b
Mara’s PovThe guard I'd never seen before slipped something into my cell during meal time.A folded piece of paper…….Thin. Just dropped it between the food tray and the cot like it was nothing. I didn't touch it right away.I waited until I could be absolutely sure no one was watching me, no one would see.Then I picked it up and unfolded it with shaking hands.He's coming your father. You'll be out soon. Trust him.I read it once then twice.Then I tore it into pieces so small they'd never put it back together. Tore it until my fingers hurt. Flushed the pieces down the toilet and watched them disappear.But the words wouldn't go away. They stayed in my head like poison.He's coming.My father was actually breaking the law. He is throwing away everything he'd worked for to get me out of this cell.I sat on my cot and couldn't breathe.This wasn't what I wanted. I'd told him explicitly. In that visiting cell, I'd looked him straight in the eye and said don't do this. And he was doin







