MasukKnox's POVThe knock woke him at seven.Not his alarm — a knock. The specific loud knock of someone who had decided that the hour was not a consideration and the door was what stood between them and what they needed.Knox was upright before he was fully awake.He went to the door.Marcus.In the clothes he had been in last night — or clothes that looked like them, the specific appearance of someone who had either not slept or had slept briefly and been pulled back out of it by something. His expression was the one Knox associated with situations that had developed without his authorization."Ember's father is here," Marcus said.Knox held the doorframe."Here," he said."Downstairs," Marcus said. "At the front door. He drove here — I do not know how he found the address." He held Knox's gaze. "He is asking about his daughter."Knox looked at the corridor.Then at Marcus."How long has he been here?" he said."Ten minutes," Marcus said. "Lauren let him in. He is in the sitting room." H
Knox's POV"We go and get him," Knox said.Marcus looked at him."We know the eastern boundary," Knox said. "We know the territory. We have James and we have the pack members who run that section and we have enough to mount a search if we move quickly." He held his father's gaze. "We go and get Daniel Holt back.""It is not that simple," Marcus said."It never is," Knox said. "We go anyway."Marcus held the file open on the desk and looked at it with the expression of someone who had been looking at the same information from multiple angles and had arrived at the same conclusion from every direction."Henry Graves does not keep his victims alive," he said.Knox held his gaze."That is his operational history," Marcus said. "Thirty years of it. Documented in every pack intelligence file we have from the period of the original war and everything James has compiled since." He held Knox's gaze. "When Henry Graves takes someone, it is not for information. Not primarily. He is methodical —
Knox's POVThe call came at nine in the evening.Knox was at the grandparents' house — he had driven back after the conversation with his father and had stayed with Ember until she was settled, until the house felt like somewhere she could sleep rather than just somewhere she had ended up. He had left at eight and driven back to his parents' house with the specific weight of two conversations he needed to have.The first with Marcus.The second could wait.He was in his room when his phone rang.Marcus.He answered."Study," Marcus said. "Now."---The study was the study. Lamp, desk, the file cabinet. Marcus behind the desk with the expression he had when something had arrived that required the study rather than any other room in the house.Knox sat."A council member," Marcus said.Knox held his gaze."Pack council," Marcus said. "Senior member. Daniel Holt — you have met him twice at territory meetings. He manages the eastern boundary for us." He held Knox's gaze. "He has been abdu
Ember's POV"Private training," he said. "That is what this week is. Not with the full team — just me and Coach and the specific work that needs to happen before the tournament." He held my gaze. "No public sessions. No campus exposure. Just the ice and the work.""So Ethan cannot track your schedule," I said."He can try," Knox said. "But private training means I am not in the places he expects. The team training schedule is posted on the campus board. Private sessions are not." He held my gaze. "Coach arranged it specifically because of the tournament — fewer variables, more focused preparation.""And during the tournament itself," I said."Public," he said. "Completely. The tournament runs across two days, multiple teams, the full school community present." He held my gaze. "Ethan is not going to move on me in a room full of students and cameras and school officials. His father's operation is built on discretion. Anything traceable, anything that draws official attention — it works
Ember's POVKnox picked up my bag.I had not brought much — the same bag I had taken to his parents' house the first time, packed for a few days with the things I had grabbed when it was clear I was not staying at my father's house. Knox picked it up off the floor beside the table where I had put it when Lauren let me in.He looked at his mother.Lauren held his gaze with the expression of someone who had things to say and had decided this was not the moment."I will call you," Knox said."I know you will," she said.He looked at Marcus.Marcus was looking at the table.Knox did not say anything to his father.He went to the door and I followed and we went out into the evening and the gravel driveway crunched under our feet and the house behind us was lit and warm and not available.Knox opened the car.We got in.He drove.---Fifteen minutes.He drove for fifteen minutes without speaking, out of the private road and onto the main road and then off it again onto a smaller one that we
Ember's POV "Please," I said. Marcus held his gaze on me with the specific stillness of someone who had made a decision and was not revisiting it. "I have nowhere to go," I said. "My father's house is not safe right now. There is a hunter — Ethan, the student from school, Richard Graves's son — he was outside my building this evening." I held Marcus's gaze. "I did not go home because I did not know if he had followed me or if he was going to come to the house." I held my hands flat on the table the way he was holding his. "I came here because it was the safest place I could think of." "It is not safe," Marcus said. "Not for you. Not here." "Because I am a hybrid," I said. "Yes," he said. "Your own son—" I started. "My son's choices are his to make," Marcus said. "What happens in this house is mine." He held my gaze. "I will not have a hybrid in this house. I said what I said and it stands." I looked at him. I thought about asking him why. I thought about the war and the thir
Knox's POV I almost didn't go to the party. Parties were not really my thing, not in the way people thought they were. Everyone assumed that because I was the team captain and because girls always wanted to talk to me and because I had a reputation that followed me everywhere I went, I must love
Ember's POVTonight was supposed to be the best night of my life.I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and carefully lined my lips, taking my time the way I never usually did. I was the kind of girl who rushed through getting ready because there was always something more important waiting — a le
Knox's POVThe bonfire had been going for two hours and I had spent most of it watching Ember from across the crowd without making it obvious that I was watching her.I was good at that. Years of learning how to stay alert in a room full of people without letting anyone see that you were doing it h
Ember's POVAfter Knox left, the three of us stood in the room and Jessica was going on about the way he had supposedly been looking at her, and Kimberly was shaking her head saying no, she had watched the whole thing and Knox had barely taken his eyes off me for a second, and I was standing there







