LOGINRowan pov
The spine of the oldest pack ledger cracked the moment I opened it. Dry flakes of glue drifted onto the desk like brittle snow, I left them where they fell.
My fingers slid slowly down the yellowed page until they found the list I had memorized years ago. The ink had faded from blue to a dull grey, but every name was still there.
Thirteen years.
I didn’t need the date written in the margin to remind me, I’d carried those thirteen years in my b
Romy povThe jar of zinc salve was tucked between two leather-bound histories on the lowest shelf of the library.It took me two tries to unscrew the lid, the metal caught beneath my fingers before finally giving way with a soft scrape.Mrs. Gable sat patiently on the little velvet footstool by the window, the pale morning light spilling across her face. The bruise along her jaw had darkened overnight, changing from angry crimson into deep shades of violet that disappeared under the collar of her dress.Guilt settled heavily in my chest.None of this should have happened to her. I dipped my fingertip into the cool ointment and gently spread it across the swelling.Mrs. Gable inhaled sharply.“You should’ve stayed in the pantry,” I murmured, careful not to press too hard. “Valerie was looking for someone to provoke and you gave her exactly what she wanted.”The older woman shook her he
Rowan povThe spine of the oldest pack ledger cracked the moment I opened it. Dry flakes of glue drifted onto the desk like brittle snow, I left them where they fell.My fingers slid slowly down the yellowed page until they found the list I had memorized years ago. The ink had faded from blue to a dull grey, but every name was still there.Thirteen years.I didn’t need the date written in the margin to remind me, I’d carried those thirteen years in my bones. Still, with Silas asleep two corridors away and Romy locked behind another door in the same house, I needed to see it again–to trace every decision back to the moment everything began.My thumb moved over the entry for her family and stayed there. As if I could erase the past by wearing the ink away.A sharp knock interrupted the silence.I exhaled deeply, my eyes flickering towards the door. “Come in.”Aaron stepped inside carrying a thin mani
Rowan povI was already afraid I had arrived too late.I pushed through the brass handle and stopped.Romy had Valerie by the front of her coat. Her hair hung over her face, hiding one eye as her heels skidded uselessly across the stone floor. Every frantic attempt to brace herself ended the same way, with Romy dragging her another step closer.Mrs. Gable sat halfway up the staircase, one hand cupping her jaw. An angry bruise was already blooming beneath her fingers. Beside her, the basket of brass polish lay overturned, creamy white polish slowly creeping over the oak step.The entire hall had fallen silent. Two young guards stood frozen beside the wood bin, shoulders rigid, hands hanging stiffly at their sides. Neither dared move.Nobody was moving.Romy shifted her weight to her back foot. Her fingers tightened against the wool of Valerie’s collar until the seams started to rip. Then Romy’s fist snapped forward.The blow landed squarely across Valerie’s mouth before she could throw
Rowan povThe truck fell silent the moment I killed the engine.Normally, I would’ve welcomed the silence. Today, it only gave me more room to think. More room to think of how Romy’s face must have been when I’d locked that bedroom door.Aaron was waiting outside the north wing, his hands buried in the pockets of his coat, shoulders hunched against the bitter wind. He started down the stone path as soon as he saw me climb out of the truck, but neither of us looked toward the second-floor windows–towards her room.“The council representative from the northern district has been waiting since eleven,” Aaron said once he reached me. Snow clung to the shoulders of his coat, melting into dark patches. “He brought three folders from the High Registry. He’s set up in the office.”I shut the truck door. “Did you warn the gate sentinels?”He nodded. “Jessiah’s covering the main rotation. The secondary road is closed. Any supply truck without a High Council seal gets turned away.”“Good.”The wo
Rowan povThe latch on the side door didn’t catch properly when I pulled it shut, so I had to shove my shoulder against the wet oak until the bolt clicked into the plate. Midnight had passed twenty minutes ago.The wind coming off the lower valley carried the smell of diesel exhaust and frozen pine needles, hitting my face hard enough to make my eyes water as I stepped onto the gravel path.Silas’s comments about the southern fence line kept repeating behind my teeth, a low weight that wouldn’t shift until I’d seen the sensor feed myself.I kept my glove off so I could slide my thumb across the glass of the handheld diagnostic monitor. The screen was too bright in the dark, throwing a square of pale blue light against the front of my jacket.I walked past the woodpile, my boots sinking into the soft mud where the grass had turned to slush during the afternoon thaw, before hitting the narrow tarmac road that led to the old generator shed.The diagnostics were showing a five-second late
Rowan povIt took four of Silas’s men to haul the equipment cases up the narrow service stairs, their nylon tactical jackets rubbing against the wood paneling with a heavy, rhythmic clicking sound. They didn’t ask where the outlets were–one of them was a man named Jesse with a scarred chin who found the circuit breaker behind the pantry and plugged in the frequency scramblers before Silas had even taken off his overcoat.The small black boxes began humming immediately. Low, like a refrigerator compressor kicking on in an empty room, making the small hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Jesse adjusted the dials, his thick fingers moving across the plastic switches, then nodded once toward the hallway. The indicators flickered from blue to a solid, flat red, and the signal bar on my phone dropped to nothing before I could finish putting it back into my pocket.Silas didn’t look at the gear, he walked straight to the writing desk by the narrow window, his leather shoes leaving white
ROMY PovAaron came to find me on Thursday.He didn’t look for me in any of the rooms I usually drifted through. Instead, he found me in the courtyard, where I’d started spending that hour before dinner since the guard rotations changed and the estate shifted into a different kind of watchfulness o
Romy pov1:30 AM.My subdued, sullen bridesmaid persona was dead and buried. In its place was Viper and Romy, the girl whose sister was killed by a beast.I stood on the ledge of the adjacent skyscraper, the freezing Buston wind whipping around my dark, skin-tight tactical gear. My face was conceal
Romy pov“Did… did she just reject him?”“Did she reject Alpha Rowan?”“Is she crazy?”“Wait… she’s the Alpha’s mate?”The frantic, horrified whispers of the crowd swept through the grand reception hall like wildfire.Hundreds of pairs of eyes darted between me and the towering Beast of Flames stan
Rowan, 31 "Today is his son's wedding, Alpha. Can we just give him the decency of enjoying a father-of-the-groom day before taking him in for questioning?"Aaron, my Beta and second-in-command, matched my long strides as we turned out of the elevator. I barely paid heed to his words."I don't have







