เข้าสู่ระบบThe drive back to the manor gave Elena far too much time to think about Ethan Lawson. She sat beside Damien with Rebecca’s flyer open across her lap, studying the photograph as though she might find some clue in the face of the young man who had disappeared four years earlier. The Ethan in the photograph looked happy and carefree, but Ryan had described someone who seemed equally comfortable walking through Blackwater. Elena couldn’t decide which possibility frightened her more: that Peter had buried Ethan beneath years of corruption, or that some part of him genuinely believed he belonged there.“You’re going to wear a hole through that paper,” Damien said.Elena carefully folded the flyer. “I’m trying to understand him.”“You haven’t even met him.”“That’s the problem.”Damien reached over and took her hand. “Then we’ll learn more before we go back.”Elena nodded, although patience remained one of the skills she hadn’t mastered. They knew Rebecca was somewhere inside Blackwater, and
Elena stared at Ethan’s name scratched into the metal door until the letters blurred on Micah’s screen. Rebecca had spent four years carrying her son’s photograph everywhere she went, refusing to give up even when everyone around her had probably told her there was nothing left to find. Now Elena finally had an answer for her, but it wasn’t one she could share yet. Finding Ethan inside Blackwater was only the beginning. They still had no idea what Peter had done to him or whether the man behind that door would even recognize the mother who had spent years searching for him.“Can Ryan get to him?” Elena asked.Micah shook his head. “Not without blowing the entire operation. He’s still with the delivery team, and there are guards at both ends of that corridor.”“Then he stays where he is,” Roland said firmly. “We didn’t send him inside to rescue anyone today. We sent him to learn what we’re dealing with.”Elena knew he was right, but accepting it was considerably harder when Ethan was f
Elena stared at the map of Blackwater while everyone around her argued about how to get inside. Micah’s surveillance team had continued feeding them information throughout the night. Twenty-three wolves had been confirmed outside the buildings, although no one believed that represented the full number living on the property. At least twelve humans were being held inside the main repair facility. Three additional vehicles had arrived after midnight, and shortly before dawn, a fishing boat entered the channel and docked without displaying any identifying lights.Blackwater wasn’t an abandoned shipyard Peter had quietly occupied. It was a functioning compound.“We could overwhelm them,” one of Roland’s senior captains said. “If Micah is seeing twenty or thirty wolves, we take sixty.”“And when Peter orders those twenty or thirty wolves to kill the hostages?” Elena asked.The captain’s jaw tightened. “We move quickly.”“Not quickly enough.”Elena didn’t mean to sound harsh, but she couldn
By the time Elena finished calling every name on the list, nine families had answered, but eight had not. That number sat heavily with everyone gathered in the library. Some of the missing families lived hours apart. A few belonged to different packs, and two had no formal pack affiliation at all. The only obvious connection between them was the one Elena couldn’t ignore: Every one of them had come to Eldermoon looking for someone Peter had taken.Micah remained on speakerphone from his position near Blackwater while Roland assigned guards to verify the homes of the eight families who hadn’t answered. No one was willing to assume the worst yet. Phones died. People slept. Some of the families had driven considerable distances to reach the manor and might still be traveling.Elena knew all of that. She didn’t believe any of it.“Rebecca’s van proves at least one of them is connected to Blackwater,” she said. “We can’t wait until morning.”“We aren’t,” Roland assured her. “But we’re also
By morning, Roland had gathered more information about Blackwater than Elena expected. Unfortunately, it was considerably less than she wanted.The shipyard sat nearly three hours from the manor on a narrow coastal channel surrounded by marshland. Blackwater Coastal Holdings had purchased the property six years earlier for an amount low enough to suggest someone had simply wanted to unload it. The company had paid the taxes faithfully for two years, then dissolved without explanation and apparently abandoned the property. No utilities were currently registered to the address, no business licenses had been issued since the sale, and according to every public record Micah could find, no one had set foot there in years.Elena didn’t believe that for a second. Neither did Roland.“We watch it first,” he said when the council gathered after breakfast. “No one enters the property.”Elena folded her arms. “I feel like you’re looking directly at me when you say that.”“I am.”Ryan laughed fro
Roland immediately turned toward Micah. “Find out whether any unusual commercial properties along the coast have changed ownership in the last several years. I want warehouses, marinas, abandoned processing facilities, private docks, anything large enough to hide activity.”Micah nodded and left the room with two of the guards. Elena felt the first real spark of excitement she’d experienced in days. They weren’t waiting for Peter to make another move. They were following him.Ryan seemed to feel it too. He leaned over the map again and began eliminating areas that wouldn’t meet Peter’s needs. “He’d want distance from major roads, but not too much. Supplies still have to get in. Deep water would be useful if he’s moving anything by boat, and he’d need enough land surrounding the property to detect anyone approaching.”Gail looked toward him. “You sound like you’
The training ring was already lit when Elena arrived. Roland stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, not looking at her yet. Gail traced faint symbols along the outer boundary, reinforcing wards that hummed too softly to hear. Damien remained near the entrance, present in the exact way
The manor no longer felt like a sanctuary. It felt like it was holding its breath. Elena sensed it long before anyone spoke of it aloud. It wasn't fear or danger in the immediate sense. It was something quieter, deeper. She stood alone in the inner courtyard at twilight, where the last light of da
The silence for several uncomfortable seconds.Elena stood at the center of the hall, hands relaxed at her sides, chin level. She did not brace nor soften. She simply was. The pack felt it immediately—the unsettling absence of expectation. Wolves shifted their weight. A few glanced at Roland, then
A scream tore through the silence from the direction of the perimeter. Elena felt it before she heard it. There was a sharp snap in the air. It was almost like a cord pulled too tight. She was mid-step in the lower hall when Lyra surged hard enough to steal her breath.…now…The world moved as the







