LOGINRoland 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’
For several seconds, no one seemed to know what to do with Elena’s revelation. Damien still had one hand wrapped around her arm to steady her, while Gail remained focused on evaluating the wards. Roland was the first to recover and immediately shifted his attention from the manor to the dark woods surrounding the estate.“How certain are you?” he asked.Elena closed her eyes and tried to remember the brief connection without reaching for it again. The sensation of Peter’s presence had overwhelmed almost everything else, but beneath the corruption there had been something unmistakable. She had spent enough time near the ocean to recognize the damp heaviness of salt air.“I’m certain I smelled salt water. It wasn’t just the ocean, though. There was something else mixed with it.” Elena struggled to find the right words as the memory began to fade. “Rotting wood, maybe? Something old and wet.”Ryan’s expression immediately sharpened. “Marshland.”Elena looked toward him. “Maybe.”“If Pete
Elena looked back toward the manor. The windows continued vibrating with every pulse of conflicting magic. “Then how do we disconnect it?”Gail didn’t answer. Elena already knew what that meant. “You don’t know.”“I need time.”Another powerful vibration rolled through the ground. This time, the exterior lights flickered, and several went dark.“We don’t have much of that,” Damien said.Elena focused on the anchor again. Now that she knew where the foreign magic originated, she could feel the connection far more clearly. Peter’s power radiated outward from the tiny object in dozens of thin strands, each one attached to a different section of the manor’s protection.It reminded her of roots or veins. She remembered what happened in the cellar when the corruption tried to take shape. Fighting it had only given it something to push against. The moment she stopped thinking about destroying it and focused instead on removing the conditions allowing it to exist, everything changed.“What if
“Everywhere.”The word barely left Micah’s mouth before another violent tremor moved through the manor. This one was powerful enough to rattle the paintings against the walls and send a decorative vase crashing to the floor somewhere nearby. Elena instinctively reached for Damien, but her attention immediately turned inward as she tried to feel what was happening beyond the walls.Something was wrong with the wards, but it wasn’t the same sensation she had experienced during Peter’s earlier attacks. She didn’t feel corruption pushing against the manor or searching for a way inside. Instead, the magic surrounding them seemed confused. The individual layers were still there, but they were vibrating against one another instead of working together.“Gail!” Elena shouted.“I’m here.”Her aunt appeared at the end of the hallway, running toward them with Esther close behind. Gail’s normally composed expression was gone. Her hair had fallen loose around her face, and she was already whisperin
Elena continued staring at the trees long after the raven disappeared. She had no way of knowing whether the creature was actually connected to Peter, but Ryan’s reaction told her enough. He had spent too many years working with the man to become alarmed over an ordinary bird, especially when it had been watching the exact part of the manor they were trying hardest to protect.“We need to tell Roland,” Damien said, already turning toward the doors.Ryan reached out to stop him. “Not yet.”Damien immediately turned back around. “Why the hell not?”“Because if Peter was watching through that thing, we don’t know when the connection ended. For all we know, he can still see the grounds from somewhere else.” Ryan glanced casually toward the gardens, careful not to focus too long on any one place. “The worst thing we can do is start running around like we discovered something.”Elena understood immediately. If they rushed inside and suddenly doubled the guards around Theron, they would conf
Roland wasted very little time putting his plan into motion. Before anyone left the council room, he summoned several of his senior warriors and quietly divided them into two groups. One would leave the manor within the hour and ride directly for the Ash River Pack. The other would remain behind, with no one outside the manor knowing they were still there.Elena stood near the map while Roland explained the assignments. She admired how calm he remained even with so many moving pieces. There was no panic in his voice and no hint of uncertainty. He spoke with the confidence of someone who had spent a lifetime making difficult decisions, and every wolf in the room seemed to draw strength from it.“I want the departure to be obvious,” Roland instructed. “Take marked vehicles, wear your formal patrol jackets, and leave through the main gate. If someone is watching this manor—and I believe they are—I want them to think we’ve committed a significant portion of our forces to Ash River.”One o
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
The first indication that something was wrong came when a patrol failed to check in. There was no panic or fear. The patrol was just missing. Damien felt the shift before the alert reached him and was already moving before the messenger had finished speaking. “East perimeter,” the guard said, bre
The summons arrived at noon. It was delivered in the traditional manner—by a runner carrying a sealed vellum slip. It was sealed with the old crescent-and-claw mark pressed deeply into the wax. Roland read it once, then slowed down for a second pass. Damien watched as his father's expression visib
Elena stopped before the threshold, her feet frozen to the spot. The stone beneath her boots was familiar, but the air beyond the archway felt different. It wasn't heavy or hostile, but it felt aware. It was almost like a held breath that didn’t belong to her.Behind her, nothing moved. No guards s







