ログインThe man in the dark suit led me through the gates without waiting for me to catch my breath, Kayla's hand slipping out of mine before I was ready to let go of it.
"Please," I said, hurrying to keep up pace with him, "just tell me what happened this morning. You said something happened at the estate."
"That is not for me to say, Miss Voss."
"I'm about to marry into this family within the next hour. So I think I've earned the right to know."
He said nothing. He simply held the door open, and I stepped in through it because there was nothing else left to do.
Inside, the lobby was a chaos dressed up as calm. Guards moved in quick, clipped steps, low voices cutting off the moment I passed, phones pressed to ears, every set of eyes splitting attention between whatever crisis had happened and the girl who had just arrived to marry their Alpha. A woman in a sharp black dress intercepted me before I had gone ten feet.
"This way," she said, already pulling me toward a private elevator. "We don't have much time left."
"Please, just tell me what's going on."
She hesitated, glancing around before lowering her voice. "There was an attack last night, on the Alpha himself at Central Park."
My whole body went cold.
"Is he?" I started and could not finish the question, horrified by how badly I needed to hear the answer.
"He's alive," she said quickly. "Shaken, but alive. That's why the timeline changed. His father wants the alliance sealed before anyone decides last night was an opportunity instead of a warning."
Central Park. Last night. My mind raced back to the gray eyes in the dark, six men closing in, a hand steadying my shoulder before pulling away. Your father should have thought twice, one of the attackers had said before vanishing into the trees.
"Was it Ashwood?" I asked, my voice barely holding. "Is that what they think? That my pack did this."
"I don't know what they think," she said, guiding me down a hallway lined with closed doors. "I just know we have less than an hour to get you ready, and this whole house is on the edge, so please, don't ask that question out loud from anyone else."
She left me in a small room with a woman who never introduced herself, who pinned an ivory dress around me with quick, impersonal hands and threaded flowers through my hair without meeting my eyes for once. I sat still and let it happen, my mind spinning too fast to protest, circling the same terrible thought again and again. If someone had attacked the Kingston Alpha in Central Park last night, and I had been in that same park at the same moment, then whoever those men were might have seen me there. Might already know exactly who I was before I ever set foot inside this tower.
The door opened, and Felix stepped inside, dressed sharp, looking older than I had ever seen him, eyes darting around the room like he expected trouble to walk in through the walls.
"Helena." He came to me fast. "Are you all right?"
"Someone attacked him," I said. "Last night. In the park."
Felix went very still. "How do you know that?"
"Does it matter how I know? Felix, I was in that park last night."
His face drained of color so completely I thought he might be sick. "You were where?"
"I couldn't stay in that hall after what happened with Jason. I needed air. So I went to the park, and I didn't see anything, I swear to you, but if someone was watching him, they might have seen me too, and now I'm about to walk into his house with his family already thinking Ashwood tried to kill their Alpha—"
"Stop." Felix gripped my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. "Listen to me carefully. Whatever you saw or didn't see last night, do not say anything about being in that park. Not to him, not to his father, not to anyone else in this house. Do you understand?"
"Why?"
"Because I do not know who ordered that attack," he said, low and urgent, "and until I do, the safest thing you can be inside those walls is someone who was nowhere near it."
Before I could ask anything else, a knock came on the door, sharp and final.
"It's time," a voice called from the hallway. "The Alpha is ready."
Felix's hands fell away, and whatever fear had been on his face folded itself behind a mask of forced calm. "Remember what I said," he whispered, and then the door opened fully before us with no time for anything except walking forward.
I was led down a long corridor toward a set of tall double doors, my heart pounding so hard I felt it in my throat, Felix's warning circling my mind. Say nothing. Know nothing. Act like you were never there.
The doors opened onto a room full of unfamiliar, watchful faces, wolves who had clearly heard about last night's attack and were searching every new arrival for signs of a threat. I walked forward on legs that did not feel like mine, past every measuring stare, toward the altar, toward the man I was about to marry, whose name I still did not know.
Then I lifted my eyes, and the room tilted beneath my feet, because standing there, tall and sharp in a black suit despite a fading bruise along his jaw, gray eyes locking onto mine with the exact same shock written across his face, was the stranger from the park.
The man who had pulled me behind him when six men came out of the trees. The man that Felix had just warned me never to admit I had seen last night.
He was the groom, and from the look on his face, he had just realized exactly who I was too.
Ryder took the first watch outside my door, exactly as Damian had promised, and by the third night of it, I had stopped feeling strange about finding him there each time I woke, a steady, quiet presence that made the house feel less like it was holding its breath around me."You don't have to keep doing this," I told him one morning, after I found him still awake despite the early hour, with an unread book opened mostly on his lap."I know." He said, closing the book, unbothered. "But I would rather be here than sleeping and wondering if I made the wrong choice."I sat down across from him, restless in a way I could not quite name. "Ryder, I need to go see Felix."Immediately, something careful crossed his expression. "Why now?""Because he promised me answers, the night his own pack turned on him," I said. "Weeks ago, he said he would tell me everything once we were somewhere safer than his own bedroom. So I let it go because there was always something else happening. And there isn't
When I arrived, I met Cassius waiting in his private study, with the door already open, and no guards stationed outside the way there usually were. His composure was intact, as it always was, though something behind his eyes sat heavier than I had ever seen from him before."Close the door," he said quietly.And I did, with my heart pounding, unsure of what to expect after everything Ryder had refused to explain on the way here."Sit, please," he said.So I sat across from him, waiting, and for a long moment he said nothing at all, choosing his words with the same careful precision he usually brought to every council session."I am not going to tell you what you want to hear," he finally said. "And I want to be clear about that before I say anything else. I do not have proof of anything. But I have a suspicion, both old and unresolved, that I have carried far too long.""Then why did you call me here?" I asked."Because of what I saw in the garden this morning," he said. "The symbol,
Not long after the garden carving was found, Cassius arrived after being summoned from wherever he had been that morning, and the moment he saw it, something in his composed expression tightened, like old fear surfacing plainly and unguarded for just a heartbeat before he smoothed it carefully away again."You recognize this," I said quietly, watching him."I have seen symbols like it," he said, too fast and too practiced. "Though it is not uncommon among old bloodlines, it could mean any number of things.""But that is not what your face said a moment ago.""You should be careful," he said, his voice sharpening, "about deciding what an old man's face means before he has explained it himself."Then he turned to Damian instead, closing the subject as firmly as shutting a door. "Double the perimeter watch, and I want a full report on every hire this household has made in the last year, both staff and contractors.""Father," Damian's voice carried an edge of frustration. "If you know som
I opened the door to find Ryder already dressed, with tension written plainly all over his face, and I did not bother asking questions before following him downstairs through the quiet halls toward the east side of the estate."What happened?" I finally asked, once we were far enough away from Kayla's room, making sure that she could not overhear us."A guard found something during the early rotation," Ryder said. "Near the garden wall, and I want you to see it before word spreads out through the household."We arrived at the garden as the sun was still climbing, pale light stretching long shadows across the grass, and Ryder led me toward the far wall where two guards stood watch over something on the ground.Turned out to be the same symbol which I had come to dread, carved into the soft earth, deep enough that no wind or rain had disturbed it overnight, with a crescent moon wrapped in thorned vines, and this one is larger than any of the ones I had seen before, easily three feet acr
Three nights later, I found myself back in the small, dusty study, in the same one where I had first found the shipping ledger, being unable to stay away any longer despite everything else pressing on my mind.This time, the house was fully asleep, with no footsteps in the hall, and there was no careful voice catching me at the door.I checked through what remained of the shelves methodically, my hands steadier now than they had been the first time I had done this. It took me months of practice to get exactly what to look for and what to ignore.That night, I found nothing new. And eventually, I sat back on my heels, frustrated, and let myself think, really thinking, about everything that had brought me to this exact spot.Silver Moon, A pack burned to nothing eighteen years ago. A shipping consignment that left Kingston territory two nights before the fire. A Kingston name on an old Ashwood guest list from the same week.Though none of it was proof, not on its own, but stacked togeth
I gripped Damian's hand tightly without meaning to, as the stirring in my chest started growing stronger with every second as the moon climbed higher, my whole body suddenly humming with something I had no name for."You're trembling," Damian said, quietly close to my ear. "If it is too much? We can go back in.""No, I don't want to go," I whispered. "I feel like something is happening to me which I do not understand."Then I looked around us and saw that pack members were beginning to shift, with their clothes discarding quickly and without ceremony, wolves of every color bounding toward the open stretch of rooftop set aside for running, laughter and howls mixing altogether in the warm night air.Kayla stood beside me, watching with open wonder, and Kade had already stripped down and shifted into a sandy colored wolf, nudging playfully at Xavier's leg before he could finish removing his jacket.I did not notice the light on my body at first. It was Damian's sharp intake of breath th







