Mag-log inMaya
By lunch, I'd managed to avoid most of the pack kids by hiding in the library. But eventually, I had to use the bathroom. I slipped into the girls' restroom, grateful for the quiet. That's when I heard Allison's voice from one of the stalls. "I know, right? Stephen has no idea. He thinks I'm this pure little mate material, but Marcus is just so much more... experienced." My pen slipped from my fingers, clattering against the tile floor. The talking stopped. "Did you hear that?" Allison's friend whispered. "Someone's listening." Allison's stall door banged open. "Come out, come out, little spy." I tried to run, but Chelsea blocked the door. Allison emerged, her face twisted with rage. "Maya fucking Rodriguez. Of course it's you." "I didn't hear anything," I said quickly. "I was just.." "Lying." Allison grabbed my arm, her nails digging into my skin. "You heard everything, didn't you? About me and Marcus?" "No, I swear.." "She's going to tell Stephen," Brittany said. "She'll ruin everything." Allison smiled, but her eyes were ice cold. "No, she won't. Because she knows what happens to girls who can't keep their mouths shut." They dragged me out of the bathroom, down the empty hallway toward the school pool. My heart hammered as I realized what they planned to do. "Please," I begged as they forced me to the pool's edge. "I won't say anything. I swear on the pack bond." "Too late for promises," Allison hissed. Chelsea and Brittany grabbed my arms while Allison pushed my head toward the water. I struggled, but they were stronger. Pack daughters. Well-fed and trained. The water was freezing as it hit my face. I held my breath as long as I could, but when they pulled me up, I was gasping, choking. "What the hell is going on here?" Stephen's voice cut through my panic like a blade. Allison immediately let go, and I collapsed beside the pool, coughing up chlorinated water. "Stephen! Thank god you're here," Allison rushed to him. "Maya attacked me in the bathroom. We were just defending ourselves." "Is that true?" Stephen looked down at me, his expression unreadable. I wanted to tell him the truth. About his girlfriend and Marcus. About what she'd really been doing. But the words stuck in my throat as I met his eyes. "I..." I coughed again, water still burning my lungs. "I just wanted to use the bathroom." Stephen studied me for a long moment, then looked at his girlfriend. Something passed between them, some silent conversation I wasn't part of. Finally, he reached down and pulled me to my feet. "You owe me now," he said quietly, so only I could hear. "Remember that." Then louder: "Everyone out. Now." Allison shot me one last venomous look before following her friends from the pool area. Stephen lingered for a moment, watching me shiver in my wet clothes. "Get cleaned up," he said. "And Maya? Stay out of places you don't belong." Then he was gone, leaving me alone and dripping by the pool. The final bell couldn't come fast enough. I gathered my still-damp things and headed for the exit, desperate to get home before Dad woke up from his hangover. Maybe I could barricade myself in my room until my birthday tomorrow. Maybe.. "Going somewhere, Maya?" I froze. Karl Blackwood stood by the school's back entrance, blocking my path. Behind him, Elijah and Nathan emerged from the shadows. "I need to get home," I said, backing toward the main doors. But they were there too, forming a circle around me. "Actually," Nathan said, his voice deceptively calm, "you need to come with us." "Why?" But I already knew. The way they looked at me, hungry, determined. Like predators who'd cornered their prey. "Your father made some promises," Elijah explained. "Seems he didn't deliver last night. Marcus wasn't happy." Karl stepped closer. "So we're here to collect." I ran. My feet pounded against the pavement as I sprinted toward home, but they were faster. Stronger. The sound of their pursuit echoed behind me, getting closer with each step. I burst through our front door, slamming it behind me and throwing the deadbolt. But the lock was old, weak. It wouldn't hold for long. "Dad!" I screamed, but the house was empty. Probably passed out somewhere in town. Heavy fists pounded against the door. "Open up, Maya," Karl called. "We're not going anywhere." The lock broke. They filled our tiny living room like a thunderstorm, all broad shoulders and alpha presence. I pressed myself against the far wall, looking for another exit, but there was nowhere to run. "Please," I whispered. "I didn't do anything wrong." "No," Nathan agreed, almost gently. "But your father did. And you're how he's going to make it right." "Tonight," Elijah added, "you're going to serve us. Just like you should have served Marcus." Karl smiled, and it was nothing like his brother Stephen's cold dismissal. This was something darker. Hungrier. "Don't worry," he said, taking a step forward. "We'll be gentle. At first." The room seemed to shrink around me as they closed in. Tomorrow was supposed to be my birthday. My fre edom. My new beginning. But first, I had to survive tonight. And I was starting to wonder if I would..POV: Maya The Mother Below towered over us, impossibly tall and terrifying. Her presence filled the atrium like water filling a cup. There was no room for anything else. No room for thoughts that weren't hers, breath that she didn't allow, existence that she didn't permit. She looked down at me first, those ancient eyes seeing everything I'd ever been and ever would be. "Maya Rodriguez," she said, and my name sounded different in her mouth. Sacred and profane at once. "Daughter forged in suffering. Broken and reforged in fire and pain and blood. You were nothing, and they made you into a weapon. But what will you make yourself into, I wonder?" Then her gaze shifted to Seraphina. The Luna stood frozen, weapon still raised but useless. We both knew it. You don't shoot a goddess with silver bullets. "Seraphina Blackwood," the Mother Below purred. "Daughter forged in privilege. Born to power, raised in certainty, trained to command. You were everything, and you made yourself into a
POV: Seraphina The facility entrance yawned before us like the mouth of something dead and rotting. The metal doors had been torn apart from the inside, twisted into shapes that defied physics. Beyond them, the corridor pulsed with sickly green light. "Luna," Marcus said beside me, his voice tight with fear. "We should reconsider. This doesn't look like any building I've ever seen." I glanced back at the three hundred wolves I'd assembled. Warriors from seven different packs, united under temporary truce. They'd followed me here because I'd convinced them Maya Rodriguez was the threat. The enhanced monster who'd killed hundreds and needed to be stopped. Now, looking at this nightmare architecture, I wasn't sure what the real threat was anymore. "We go in," I said firmly. "We didn't come this far to turn back now." "But Luna, look at it." Marcus pointed at the walls. They weren't concrete anymore. They looked organic, like flesh stretched over bone. Veins of light pulsed through
"You can change it," her voice whispered. "You have the power here. You can make them take Maya instead. Give your sister the normal life she deserved. Let her be the one who stayed with Elena, protected and loved. While you become the experiment. The weapon. The broken thing." I stared at the frozen scene. Maya's tiny form in the other bassinet, peaceful and unaware. If I changed this moment, she'd never be tortured by Malcolm. Never be enhanced. Never become the killer that haunted her. "But if you make this choice," the Mother continued, "you erase your own existence. Everything you've experienced, everyone you've become, will vanish. You'll never have existed as Zara. Only as the weapon they made you into. Can you sacrifice yourself for your sister's happiness?" My hands trembled. This was an impossible choice. Save Maya and cease to exist? Or stay myself and condemn her? "What's the truth here?" I asked the empty air. "That love requires sacrifice. But sacrifice without
POV: Maya The light faded, and I was standing in my childhood home. Not the mansion where Rick lived now. Not some memory twisted by years of pain and trauma. This was the tiny apartment we'd lived in before everything went wrong. Before the drinking got worse. Before the beatings started. Before Project Apex. I was twelve years old again. I could feel it in my body, the height wrong, my hands smaller. I wore the faded jeans and oversized sweater I'd lived in that year, the ones that hid the bruises. The apartment looked exactly as I remembered. The worn brown couch with the tear in the cushion. The TV that only got three channels. The kitchen table with one wobbly leg. Everything cheap, everything broken, everything home. "Maya?" I turned. Rick stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Not the cold scientist from Project Apex. Not the monster who'd admitted he never wanted children. This was my father from before. Younger, thinner, with kind eyes that hadn't yet turned cruel.
POV: Alexei The pain was gone. That should have been a relief, but it terrified me instead. For days, the poison had burned through my veins like liquid fire. Every breath was agony. Every heartbeat felt like it might be my last. The bond with Maya, severed but still trying to reconnect, had been a constant ache in my chest. Now there was nothing. Just emptiness where the pain used to be. I pushed myself up from the floor of my cell, testing my limbs. They worked. No weakness, no trembling. The poison should have killed me by now, or at least left me crippled. But I felt fine. Better than fine, actually. Strong. Something was wrong. I pressed my hand against my chest, searching for the bond. It had been severed during the ritual to save us both, cut clean to prevent the poison from using it as a bridge. But bonds didn't just disappear. They left scars, phantom sensations, echoes of what had been. This was different. I could feel something trying to form. The bond reaches out, se
POV: Dr. MorrisonThe terminal screen in my cell flickered, lines of code scrolling past faster than I could read. I'd been working on serum modifications for the past six hours, exactly as Rick Rodriguez had ordered. Keep the old doctor busy, keep him useful, and he won't cause trouble.They had no idea I'd been using the terminal access to hack into the facility's mainframe. My fingers flew across the keyboard, bypassing security protocols I'd helped design months ago. Rick thought he was so clever, giving me limited access. But limited was all I needed. Every system had backdoors, and I'd spent thirty years learning how to find them.The facility blueprints loaded on my screen. I'd been studying them obsessively since our capture, looking for weaknesses, escape routes, anything that could help us survive.But the more I studied them, the more something bothered me. The layout was wrong. Inefficient. Project Apex was many things, but they weren't stupid about facility design. Yet th







