âLila? Can you hear me?âThe voice was deep, steadyâone she should recognize.She tried to open her eyes, but her body felt impossibly heavy, like she was sinking into an ocean with no way to reach the surface. Everything around her blurred between reality and dreams.A hand brushed her hair back gently. The touch sent warmth through her, a sensation she didnât expect.âItâs okay,â the voice murmured. âJust rest.âShe wanted to fight it. To demand answers. But exhaustion pulled her back into the dark.The next time she woke, the light was dim, but the air in the room was thick with somethingâsomething familiar.She shifted slightly, wincing at the dull ache in her body. Her senses sharpened just enough to notice the presence beside her.Jake.His head was lowered, his breathing even, but she knew he wasnât asleep. He was waiting. Watching.Her throat was dry when she spoke. âYouâre always here.âHis head lifted immediately, his blue eyes locking onto hers.âYou finally noticed?â he sai
âYouâre beautiful.â Lilaâs breath caught. She turned sharply to look at Jake, expecting to see amusement or sarcasm in his expression. Instead, he was watching her with a look so raw it sent a shiver down her spine. A bitter laugh escaped her lips. âI look like hell.â Jakeâs eyes didnât waver. âYou donât.â She scoffed, lifting her metal arm. The artificial fingers curled and uncurled, the movement eerily smooth. âYou see this?â She tapped the metal plating, the sound hollow. âThis isnât beautiful. This is ruin.â His jaw tightened. âYouâre not ruined, Lila.â She turned away, unable to look at him. How could he say that? Her skin was pale, her lips cracked, her face swollen from the weeks of unconsciousness. And nowâthis thing attached to her body, a constant reminder of everything she had lost. Jake reached out, but she shifted away before he could touch her. âI donât need your pity.â âItâs not pity,â he said softly. âItâs the truth.â She clenched her jaw. H
âYouâre not even listening.âLucas blinked, forcing his mind back to the present. Across the desk, Calebâthe packâs betaâwas watching him with barely concealed irritation.âI heard you,â Lucas said, though he wasnât sure that was true.Caleb exhaled sharply. âAlright. What did I just say?âLucas stared at the documents scattered before him. Reports on pack affairs, financial records, and the latest updates on the false money laundering accusations. Important things. Things he should be focusing on.But all he could think about was her.âLucas.â Calebâs voice cut through his thoughts again.Lucas sighed and ran a hand down his face. âThe accounts are still frozen. Weâre being investigated. Lawrence left a mess.â He gestured vaguely at the papers. âDid I miss anything?âCaleb crossed his arms. âOnly the part where we need a plan.âA plan. Right.Lucas tried to concentrate, but his mind kept drifting. A month. It had been over a month since the explosion. Over a month since Lila had been
"I want to leave." Lilaâs voice was quiet but firm, cutting through the sterile silence of the hospital room. Jake, who had been adjusting the blanket around her, stilled. His eyes met hers, searching. "Youâre not ready." "I donât care." Her hands trembled as she gripped the sheet, but she refused to let the weakness show. "I canât stay here." Jake sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "Lilaâ" "I feel like Iâm suffocating," she interrupted. "The beeping machines, the doctors poking at me, the way they look at meâlike Iâm broken. I canât take it anymore." Jake hesitated, and for a moment, she thought he would argue. Then, after a long pause, he spoke. "Youâre being discharged tomorrow." Relief crashed into her so hard she nearly choked on it. "Tomorrow?" He nodded. "Lucas and I arranged it." Her stomach twisted at the mention of his name. "Lucas," she repeated, voice flat. Jake watched her carefully. "Youâll be coming with us." The relief died instantly. Lilaâ
The house was bigger than she expected. Warm lighting. Large windows. A fire crackling in the living room. It feltâĶ lived in. Jake carried her bag upstairs, stopping in front of a door. "This is yours." Lila stepped inside without a word. The room was simple. A bed. A dresser. A window overlooking the forest. It was nice. Too nice. She hated it. She turned to face Jake. "How long do I have to stay?" Jake hesitated. "As long as it takes." "For what?" "For you to heal." Her chest tightened. "And after that?" Jakeâs expression darkened, but before he could answer, Lucas spoke from the doorway. "Youâll leave," he said, voice unreadable. Lila turned to him, startled by his presence. He was leaning against the frame, arms crossed, watching her with that same guarded expression. Something sharp twisted in her stomach. Lucas held her gaze. "If thatâs what you want." She should have felt relieved. She should have felt something like victory, like freedom w
Lila set the dagger back on the table, narrowing her eyes at the mess of blueprints and scattered wires. "This place looks like a bomb went off," she muttered. Jake smirked. "Itâs organized chaos." She shot him a skeptical look. "Thatâs just something people say when they donât want to admit they live in a disaster zone." He chuckled. "Maybe. But it works for me." Lila wasnât sure what she had expected from Jakeâs personal space, but thisâĶ it was something entirely different. It wasnât just a collection of weapons or techâit was a reflection of him. A mix of precision and unpredictability. Her gaze flickered back to the empty space where a bed should be. "You seriously donât sleep?" she asked again, this time more curious than before. Jake leaned against the desk, crossing his arms. "Not much." "Why?" He hesitated for a second, then shrugged. "Too much to do." Lila frowned. That wasnât the whole truth. "You mean too much to think about," she guessed. Jakeâs s
"This place is... homey." The second the word left her mouth, Lila wanted to take it back. Her lips parted as if she could snatch it from the air, but Jake was already staring at her, one eyebrow raised, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Homey?" he echoed, a slow smirk forming. "Did you just say you like it?" Lila scowled. "No." "You did." She shook her head, looking away. "I meantâitâs livable. Barely. Donât get ahead of yourself." Jake didnât say anything, but she could feel his eyes on her, studying her in that way that made her want to squirm. Not that she would. She wouldnât give him the satisfaction. She stepped further into the room, trailing her fingers along the edge of the wooden dresser. It wasnât extravagant, but it was sturdy, well-crafted. The bed lookedâcomfortable. Too comfortable. She sat down cautiously, testing the mattress. A sigh slipped out before she could stop it. Jake chuckled. "Oh, so now the bed is nice too?" "Shut up," she muttered, try
"You're staring again," Lila muttered, her voice low, hesitant. Jake's lips curved into a lazy smirk. "Can you blame me?" Lila exhaled sharply, gripping the sheets beneath her as if they could anchor her. His presence was overwhelming, like a slow-burning fire licking at her skinâtempting, dangerous. She should push him awayâsay something sharp, something cruelâbut she didnât. "I can feel your heartbeat," he murmured, stepping closer. "It speeds up every time I do this." His fingers brushed against her cheek, the warmth sending a tremor through her body. She swallowed hard. "Don't flatter yourself." His smirk deepened. "Oh, I donât need to. Your body already tells me everything." A bitter laugh escaped her. "You think you know me?" "I do." Lilaâs breath hitched as Jake leaned in, his scent intoxicating, his warmth a trap. She was drowning, and she wasnât sure if she wanted to be saved. "You donât know a damn thing," she whispered, forcing herself to look away. Jake
Lilaâs lips parted slightly, but no words came out. That sentenceâso personal, so venomousâstuck in her like a blade wedged between ribs.Arika didnât wait for her to recover. She turned and walked slowly toward the edge of the clearing, her fingers brushing the frost-covered rail of a long-abandoned cargo lift. The silence between them thickened.âI had a guest once,â Arika called over her shoulder, too casual. âYou might know him. Salicus Grante.âLilaâs body snapped to attention.The name landed like a hammer.âYouâre lying.âArika looked back, one eyebrow raised. âAm I?ââSalicus is dead.âArika gave a mocking little shrug. âIs that what you tell yourself to sleep at night? Or just what you hope is true?âLila took a shaky step forward. Her pulse thundered in her ears. âWhere. Did. You. See. Him.ââHere. There. Doesnât matter,â Arika said. âHeâs a wanderer. A very persistent one. Had a few... interesting stories about you, too. I see where you get your taste in men.âLilaâs hands
Chapter Title: Blood Tides and Buried Truths"You look older than I imagined. The cold's not kind to you, huh?"Lilaâs voice cut through the air, sharp as shattered ice.Arika smirked, slow and poisonous. âAnd you still greet people like youâre handing out ultimatums.ââI only greet the ones who fake their deaths and sell lies for a living.âArikaâs eyes flicked down her nose, unfazed. âStill bitter, I see. At least that hasnât aged.âThe wind between them twisted, biting through cloth and bone alike. They stood ten paces apart in the heart of the abandoned clearing, surrounded by cracked concrete and frost-covered crates. The silence of the ruin only emphasized how violently the past clawed its way into the present.âYou died,â Lila said, voice low now. Controlled. âThatâs what they told me. What you let them tell me.ââThey werenât wrong,â Arika replied smoothly. âNot entirely.âLila scoffed. âYou faked your death and vanished. What else was I supposed to believe?ââThat I had a rea
The cold gnawed at Lilaâs exposed cheeks as she emerged from the warehouseâs side exit and stepped into the clearing.A vast, open yard stretched before her.Flat, white, endless.The area must have once been the central cargo bayâa wide slab of cracked concrete now buried beneath ice and powdery snow. Massive tracks were etched faintly beneath the layers, ghost-lines of long-dead machinery. Here, where shipments had once been loaded, goods transferred, and orders barked, now only wind howled and silence ruled.She stepped forward slowly.Her boots sank with every crunching step, leaving deep impressions behind her. The expanse was so open, it felt vulnerable. Naked. No cover. No shadows to slip into. Just the broad chest of the clearing exposed to the grey sky overhead.Lila exhaled through her nose, eyes scanning left to right, then back again.No movement.No signs.And yet her pulse wouldnât slow.Something didnât add up.If this was Arikaâs meeting point, where the hell was the e
The snow swallowed their steps as they began to move again.None of them spoke.The world had gone eerily still, as if holding its breath. Lila led the way, eyes narrowed against the wind, with Jake close behind her left shoulder and Lucas covering their right flank. Their boots crunched against the crusted snow, the only sound in an otherwise dead landscape.With every step forward, the forest behind them shrank, consumed by the encroaching white.âThis is madness,â Jake muttered under his breath, his voice muffled beneath his scarf. âVisibilityâs garbage. Weâre tracking straight into open ground. Arika wants us blind.ââShe wants a meeting,â Lila shot back, not looking over her shoulder. âAnd Iâm not turning back.âLucas scanned the tree line one last time before sighing. âYeah, well, if we die out here in the snow, at least itâll be poetic.âThe wind howled in answer.Their pace slowed as the ground sloped downward, snow now knee-deep. Every few steps, one of them stumbled. Lilaâs
Lila froze.The crimson dot shimmered against her coat, small but deadly. Her breath caught in her throat, her muscles wound tight. Not a single sound echoed behind herâno footsteps, no shouts, no signs of the guards or her brothers intervening. Just that quiet, icy stillness and the whine of wind over rusted steel.Where are you, Arika? she thought, pulse hammering.She didnât raise her hands. She didnât flinch. Instead, she stared up at the ridge. âYouâre not going to shoot me,â she said, her voice even despite the cold in her spine. âIf you were, you already would have.âA long beat of silence. Then a laughâfaint, hollow, metallic.The laser dot vanished.Lila exhaled slowly. Her hand dropped to her side, fingers brushing the outline of her weapon, but she didnât draw it. That would only escalate things. She was here for answers, not war. Still, her unease grew by the second. Not because of the target on her chest.But because her wolf was silent.Utterly.Painfully.Silent.Why ar
Through the Snow:"You're seriously doing this now? In this weather?" Jake's voice was low but taut, his breath misting in the cold air.Lila didnât flinch. "The message said tomorrow. Itâs already morning. Waiting is not an option."Lucas glanced toward the gray sky, his jaw flexing. "Visibilityâs down to nothing. If this is a trapâ""Then Iâd rather spring it on my terms," Lila cut in, her arms crossed beneath her coat. The biting wind whipped strands of her dark hair across her face, but she stood her ground at the mouth of the estate garage, eyes fierce beneath the gloom."Youâre making a mistake," Jake muttered, zipping up his jacket. "We could wait an hour. Maybe the snow will break."Lila turned to him. "Or maybe Arika will take the servers offline in that hour. We donât know what sheâs capable of anymore. We canât afford to gamble."The heavy garage doors groaned open behind them, revealing three armed guards preparing the convoy. The steel-blue SUV at the front revved to life
Lila's fingers twitched restlessly against her thigh, the room tightening around her as the conversation spiraled deeper into familiar but no less agonizing territory."If you come," she said, her voice breaking against the lump in her throat, "if either of you are seenâArika could destroy everything. She won't hesitate, Lucas. You don't know her like I do."Lucas exhaled sharply through his nose, leaning forward, elbows braced on his knees. His gaze cut into her with razor precision, but there was no anger there. Only relentless, painful patience."I know you think she's a monster," Lucas said slowly. "But even monsters hesitate when they have something they value."Jake nodded, standing just behind Lucas like a second pillar of quiet strength. "She won't destroy the servers. Sheâs desperate for them. She made that clear when she sent you that message.""Youâre wrong," Lila whispered, shaking her head. Her heart banged painfully against her ribs, desperate to be heard. "Youâre both w
The clock ticked forward, dragging them closer to sunset, closer to whatever fate waited at the abandoned harbor.---"Youâre not going alone," Lucas said flatly, his voice sharp enough to slice through steel.Lila flinched at the force of it but said nothing, fingers tightening around the hem of her jacket."I second that," Jake added, stepping in front of her, effectively boxing her between them. His expression was grim, his posture bristling with protective energy. "This isnât up for negotiation, Lila."She opened her mouth to argue but found no words ready on her tongue. Their eyes burned into her, filled with something fiercer than angerâfear. Not for themselves. For her."I have to go alone," she whispered hoarsely, but it sounded weak even to her own ears.Lucas crossed his arms over his chest, a living wall of defiance. "Over my dead body."Jake didnât speak this timeâhe didnât have to. His glower said it all.Lila bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste blood, frustr
The trap was set.Whether it was theirsâor Arikaâsâonly time would tell.---"Show us the message," Lucas said sharply, cutting through the heavy silence as they trudged through the abandoned streets.Lila hesitated, her hand instinctively brushing over the inside pocket where the device lay warm against her chest. She could feel their eyes on herâJakeâs heavy with concern, Lucasâs sharp with suspicion. The instinct to protect her secret, to keep the message to herself just a little longer, clawed at her gut.But they deserved to know.They were risking everything with her.With a reluctant sigh, Lila pulled out the device and held it between them. The cracked screen flickered to life under her thumbprint, revealing the first part of Arikaâs reply.A simple map blinked into viewâa set of old coordinates plotted across a gray, frozen landscape.Lucas leaned in immediately, his eyes narrowing. "Thatâs... north of the city," he muttered. "Past the trainyard."Jake scowled. "Way past. Tha