LOGINMia—codename Zero—is the deadliest assassin alive. She never asks questions. Never fails a job. Until a brutal accident steals her memory. Waking up in a powerful Alpha’s care, she has no idea who she is or why she was carrying his photograph. Alex Moore, CEO of Raften Pharmaceuticals and leader of the Darkhaven Pack, knows better than to trust a mysterious woman with a past she can’t remember. But something about her calls to him in ways he can’t explain. As passion ignites and their worlds intertwine, the truth looms in the shadows. Because Mia wasn’t just an assassin. She was sent to kill him. And when she remembers, there will be only one question left—will she finish the job, or has fate already sealed her loyalty… and her heart?
View MorePOV: NovaThe full moon was two nights away, but Nova felt its pressure long before it showed its face.Not in her bones—that part of her had dulled long ago—but in the eyes of the wolves who whispered in her presence, the weight of their glances, the shift in their posture when they realized she was no longer hiding. They didn’t question why she returned. They didn’t dare ask. The rumors had done their work, and now fear was walking quietly at her side.She stood at the edge of a forgotten watchtower deep in the southern glade, where the wind moved in slow, patient circles, and the trees leaned like they remembered. The stone beneath her boots was cracked, moss crawling through the seams. Above her, the sky churned in pale blue and steel gray, waiting for dusk.Behind her, Ressa paced with her arms folded, steps short and clipped with impatience.“The vote didn’t remove her,” Ressa said, not bothering to soften her voice. “She held the seat by two margins. Two.”Nova didn’t turn arou
POV: Mia (Zero)The hall hadn’t been this full since the night we buried the old Alpha.Wolves lined both sides of the stone floor—elders on the raised benches, commanders to the left, ranked scouts to the right. The rest stood wherever they could, bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder, voices lowered to murmurs. No howling. No weapons drawn. But the tension was thick enough to cut with a claw.I stood alone at the front.No armor. No cloak.Only my name.The council fire burned low at my back, throwing flickers of gold across the carved walls where stories of bloodlines past were etched in stone. The flames reached the base of Seran’s forgotten spiral, still half-covered from generations of silence. I wondered how many of them even recognized it anymore.Alex hadn’t come to the center with me. He stood just inside the archway, hands folded behind his back, unreadable, unshakable—but his eyes never left mine.I didn’t need him beside me to feel him standing with me.Elder Rhun called fo
POV: Mia (Zero)We returned to Darkhaven in silence.Not because there was nothing to say, but because the things we might have spoken aloud could not be taken back. The seal, the throne, the warnings—none of it was mystical. It was political. It was leverage. Nova had brought me to that place not to reveal power but to remind me that control was slipping, and she intended to catch it when it fell.Chito walked ahead with the scouts, his jaw tight, his usual calm replaced with something I had seen only once—when he stood over his sister’s body after the mountain ambush. Alex remained by my side, silent as I was, but not detached. His presence was steady, hands near his blade, eyes scanning even familiar trees like they might start whispering secrets.When we reached the gates, the first thing I saw was the firelight.Not chaos.Not war.Celebration.The main courtyard was lit with lanterns and low torches. Wolves laughed, drank, passed food around a central fire as though nothing had
POV: Mia (Zero)The sky changed as we crossed into the southern ridge.It wasn’t just the light that dimmed, or the color of the clouds—it was the weight in the air, a pressure behind the eyes and inside the bones, like something watching from beneath the roots of the earth itself. The scouts didn’t speak. Even Chito, who usually masked discomfort with grit or wisdom, held his silence as if afraid that words might draw something ancient closer.According to the fragments we found in the stone archive beneath the Cross Vale, this place had a name once: Narethin, which meant “the place where breath ends.” It was the last known location Seran had walked before disappearing from every bloodline record. Not a battlefield. Not a grave. Something older. A sanctum, maybe. Or a prison.I wasn’t sure which one I was walking into.Alex moved beside me, his blade sheathed but hand near the hilt. He hadn’t said much since the Sealed One’s refusal. The tension in him was different now. Not mistrust
POV: Mia (Zero)We left Darkhaven before the moon rose.Not as a war party.As seekers.Alex and Chito came with me, along with two scouts who had grown up on the edge of the ancient forests—wolves whose families whispered stories no one else remembered. We traveled light and fast, keeping to the r
POV: Mia (Zero)The cloth in my hands was rough, thickened by ash and time, but the symbol burned through it with such intensity that it felt like it was still alive beneath my fingertips. The lines of the sigil were carved deep, not in ink but in something darker—dried blood, old and ancient, blac
POV: Mia (Zero)We moved before dawn.Three squads—twelve of our fastest wolves, all hand-picked. No council, no ceremony, no chance for the dissenters in the south quarter to protest. I gave the order, and they obeyed—not because they were certain, but because they were afraid.Afraid of waiting.
POV: Mia (Zero)I didn’t ease back into myself. I snapped.One second, I was lost in the cold weight of silence—no breath, no wolf, no pulse in my limbs—and the next, I was choking on firelight and blood and the unmistakable scent of home.Darkhaven.Not burned. Not overrun.Still standing.But bar












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