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A bright flash of lightning lit the whole valley just before a loud clap of thunder shook the entire restaurant. Another night with nothing to do. Elena Marlowe sighed quietly as she cleaned the same table for the third time. Whenever it rained in Silverpine, none of the locals came out for a bite at her aunt's diner. While she didn't have to deal with the judgmental attitudes of her peers, it also meant no tips.
Elena dreamed of one day escaping Silverpine and making a new life far away. She'd only been here for three years. Her aunt Gail was kind enough to take her in when her parents died in a horrible car crash. But everyone made sure she knew she wasn't welcome.
When she first arrived, the girls in her class picked on her mercilessly. First, it was for her glasses and chubby cheeks. Then, when she got contacts and lost the weight, they called her names, insinuating she slept around with all the boys in school.
The real problem was that she was an Alpha's daughter, but she had no wolf. Everyone knew who Elena's parents were, and when she turned 18, everyone expected her to find a powerful wolf to follow in their footsteps. When none arrived, the bullying only intensified.
She shoved down the miserable thoughts and finished cleaning the tables, prepped the silverware for the following day, and locked up just as the rain stopped for the night. The wind picked up as Elena stepped outside, and the clouds parted to reveal a beautiful full moon. Despite her wolf never coming, the moon still held powerful sway over her, especially when it was full. She shook her head and made her way to her car.
Her cute little Honda Civic was a gift from her parents when she turned 16. As one of the last things they ever gave her, she always treated it like the most fragile piece of glass, never missing a tune-up. The drive home to her aunt's house was uneventful, with the moon's light guiding her.
When she got to the house, she parked the car, got out, and locked it. Gail would be out late, running with the rest of the pack. Elena loved her aunt dearly but couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy.
She leaned on the car, letting the night breeze blow against her warm skin. She was 19 now, and still had no sign of her wolf. The feeling of isolation was so powerful some days that she couldn't breathe through it.
Gail's house was a farmhouse constructed in the countryside, surrounded by trees. The light blue paint gleamed in the moonlight, almost blinding in its brilliance. Dreading being alone in the big house on a night she should be frolicking with her pack, Elena sighed and began the trek up to the front door.
In the distance, she faintly heard the sound of a twig breaking in the forest. She stopped, and her breath immediately caught in her chest. She was defenseless out in the open, whether it was a wild animal or a werewolf from the pack. If she ran for the door, she risked attracting the attention of whatever made the noise.
Before she had time to make a decision, an enormous mountain lion emerged into the clearing. It growled low in its throat, signaling its intent to attack. The animal stalked closer to Elena, who whimpered in fear. The mountain lion was less than 5 feet away when another sound drew its attention to the edge of the woods, where three large wolves stood at attention.
The wolves formed an attack formation, with the largest wolf moving to the front and the other two wolves taking flanks. They methodically entered the clearing with eyes focused on the mountain lion. Sensing its life was in danger, the mountain lion turned and fled with the three wolves on its trail.
Elena recognized her chance and fled into her house, locking the door behind her. Even with the door closed, she heard the violent fight in the woods and the end of the mountain lion. She shivered and hugged herself, hiding in the darkness.
A tear slipped from her eye. If only she had a wolf of her own, she wouldn't feel so helpless. Suddenly, a howl pierced the quiet of the night, sending chills down her spine. She knew it was the leader of the three wolves that saved her tonight. She had no idea why they stepped in or who they were. In fact, she was pretty sure that if the mountain lion hadn't been there, she would have been the one who had met their end in the woods.
THUMP.
Elena jumped at the loud noise. It came from right outside the door. She could hear the "tick, tick, tick" of toenails on the deck. It was the wolves. They must have come back for her. Everyone knew who she was. It only made sense they'd come back to terrorize her.
Something stirred inside her. She'd never felt anything like it before. It was driving her to look out the front door, almost as if she'd go crazy if she resisted. Slowly, she moved to her knees so she could look out the window next to the door. Elena nearly fell backward when she made direct eye contact with the largest werewolf she had ever seen.
Panicking, she gasped for breath, looking for anything to defend herself. While she scrambled around the entryway, the wolf simply sat with his head cocked to the side, almost like he was asking a question. After a few minutes, Elena realized he wasn't attacking and he had returned alone.
Shaking, she moved closer to the window. The stirring in her chest became more powerful the closer she got to the wolf. At the window, she placed her palm on the glass. The wolf responded by touching his nose to her palmprint. Magic flared up between the girl and the werewolf, and the mate bond took hold, sealing them together.
Shocked, Elena fell back, breaking the spell between them. The wolf stared at her for a few seconds before shaking his head and running off. He was the only one who saw her eyes flash silver, and the only one who knew their secret.
The 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’
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







