Trial by Fire The Grand Council Chamber was a masterpiece of intimidation, its soaring stone walls adorned with banners representing every pack in the territory while elevated seats arranged in a semicircle looked down upon a single podium where speakers were expected to present themselves for judgment. Lisa stood at that podium now, feeling the weight of thirty-seven pairs of eyes studying her with expressions ranging from curiosity to outright hostility. She had left Luna Rose at home with Ethan, despite every maternal instinct screaming at her to keep her daughter close. This was no place for an infant, no environment for anything innocent or pure. This was politics at its most brutal, where truth was less important than perception and where her family's survival could be decided by people who had already made up their minds based on whispered rumors and carefully planted lies. "State your name and pack affiliation for the record," commanded Alpha Blackthorne of the Mountain Ter
The Weight of Choice Lisa sat in Matthew's office with Luna Rose sleeping peacefully in her carrier, trying to process what the pack leadership had just told her. The warm familiarity of the space—books lining the walls, the comfortable chairs where she'd had so many conversations about her transformation and healing—felt at odds with the gravity of what they were asking her to do. "Let me make sure I understand," she said slowly, her voice steady despite the anxiety churning in her stomach. "Cassie's attack was just the beginning. Her allies are using her death to isolate us politically, and you want me to address the Regional Council to counter their narrative." "Only if you're willing," Matthew emphasized, leaning forward in his chair. "This is entirely your choice, Lisa. No pressure, no obligation. We have other options if you're not comfortable with this." Ethan's hand found hers where it rested on the arm of her chair, his thumb tracing gentle circles across her knuckles. Sh
Unfinished Business Matthew stood in his office three days after the attack, studying the intelligence reports spread across his desk with growing unease. What should have been cleanup documentation after a successful defense was instead revealing the disturbing scope of a conspiracy that went far beyond one exile's personal vendetta. "Explain this to me again," he said to Marcus, who had just returned from tracking the fleeing attackers to their fallback positions. "We followed the survivors to a rendezvous point fifteen miles north," Marcus reported, his expression grim. "But they weren't alone. We counted at least sixty additional hostiles from three different rogue groups, plus representatives from the Riverside Pack and what looked like advance scouts from the Mountain Territory wolves." Matthew felt his blood chill as the implications sank in. "You're telling me this attack was just the opening move?" "That's exactly what I'm telling you," Marcus confirmed. "Cassie's death
Echoes in the Dark Lisa lay in bed staring at the ceiling, watching shadows from the security lights outside dance across the plaster as her mind replayed the events in the safe room for the hundredth time since being rescued six hours ago. Beside her, Ethan slept deeply, the exhaustion of battle finally claiming him once he'd assured himself that she and Luna Rose were truly safe. Luna Rose herself was sleeping peacefully in her bassinet, seemingly unaffected by the trauma that had nearly claimed her mother's life. But sleep remained elusive for Lisa, driven away by images that flashed behind her eyelids every time she tried to close them. Cassie's face, twisted with decades of hatred and pain. The knife raised above Luna Rose. The moment when Lisa had been certain she was about to die while holding her daughter. And then Ethan's arrival, swift and lethal, ending Cassie's life with the kind of efficiency that spoke to exactly how dangerous her mate could be when his family was thr
Through Fire and Blood Ethan drove his knife into the spine of the rogue who had been trying to flank Marcus, the silver blade sliding between vertebrae with the practiced precision of someone who had killed before and would kill again to protect his pack. The hostile dropped without a sound, joining the growing pile of bodies that marked their successful defense of the eastern perimeter. "That's the last of them on this front," Marcus reported, breathing hard as he surveyed the carnage around them. "Fifteen hostiles down, no pack casualties." But even as Ethan acknowledged the tactical victory, something cold and wrong was crawling up his spine—a feeling that had nothing to do with the battle they'd just won and everything to do with the mate bond that connected him to Lisa. For the past hour, the connection had been muted by adrenaline and the chaos of combat, but now that the immediate fighting had stopped, he could feel something terrifying echoing through their link. Fear. No
The Weight of Fear Lisa's heart hammered against her ribs as she faced Cassie across the safe room, Luna Rose's cries echoing off the reinforced walls like an accusation. Every maternal instinct screamed at her to run, to fight, to do something other than stand frozen while a knife-wielding woman threatened her daughter. But there was nowhere to run in the confined space, and any sudden movement might provoke Cassie into violence that would endanger everyone else in the shelter. Where was Ethan? The thought cut through her terror like a blade, bringing with it a fresh wave of anguish. He was somewhere above, fighting for their pack's survival, completely unaware that his mate and child were facing mortal danger in what should have been the safest place in their territory. The explosions that continued to rock the building meant the battle was still raging—which meant he was still in danger, still facing enemies who wanted to destroy everything they'd built together. "You're thinkin