ANMELDENEMMA The glass shattered on the other side of the door.I stopped debating whether to knock and pushed it open.“Rhys.”He was turned toward the wall, shoulders tight, breathing like he had been running. When he looked at me his eyes were wrong gold at the edges and for a second the man in front of me felt half a step from something I still did not fully understand. Then he really saw me. The gold faded. He dragged a hand through his hair, let out a long breath, and held out his arms.I walked into them. He held on too hard. I felt the shake in his chest against mine.“Are you okay?”“I’m fine. Just stressed.”I pulled back enough to see his face.“Don’t lie to me. I heard you with Cade and Theo. I know something is going on. Talk to me.”He sighed like he had run out of places to hide. He took my hand and led me to the sofa. We sat. He stared at our joined hands before he spoke.“When things get too much, the fear, anger, all of it the wolf can push harder. Sometimes it talks. Somet
RHYS I left the safe house early that morning, before the others were fully awake.Alden Voss had sent me an address and a time the night before. He wanted to meet privately, without assistants or anyone else listening in. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I knew I couldn’t afford to turn down his help.His office was on the north side of the city. When I arrived, he was already waiting inside. There was a long table, two chairs, and a stack of papers in front of him.No unnecessary greetings. No pretending this was a social visit.We got straight to business.I explained what had happened since the coastal partners pulled out. I showed him what was left of my operations, which routes I could still use, and how much money I’d need to keep things running while Marcelo continued trying to destroy everything connected to me.Voss listened quietly, occasionally stopping me to ask a question.When I finished, he leaned back in his chair.“You have my full support,” he said.I stared at hi
TRISTAN The man who had put the knife in my sister lived in a ground-floor apartment on the east side of the district.It was the kind of place nobody looked twice at. Old building, faded walls, a narrow entrance, and neighbours who seemed to have mastered the art of minding their own business. The extra locks on his door were the only thing that gave him away.I had his name from Rourke’s confession. I knew where he lived, the route he took home most nights, and roughly when he usually turned off the lights.I didn’t bring anyone with me.This was mine.I waited until the street was quiet. When he finally opened the door to take out his trash, I was already standing in the shadows beside it.He looked up.For a second, he didn’t recognise me. Then he did.His expression changed, and his hand moved towards his waist.Too late.The struggle was short. He tried to fight, tried to reach for something, but I wasn’t there to give him a chance. I had spent too many nights imagining this mo
EMMA I woke later than I meant to.The light coming through the curtains had shifted into that dull late-afternoon glow. Rhys’s side of the bed was empty and cool. My head still ached beneath the bandage, but at least the room had stopped spinning every time I moved.I sat up slowly, drank the water on the bedside table, and got up. I needed to get out of the room.Not because I had anywhere to go. I just wanted to move around without being reminded of the crash every time I closed my eyes.I was halfway down the hall when I heard voices coming from the small office. The door was slightly open.“I’m telling you, Rhys, that was too close.”Cade.I slowed down.“You think I don’t know that?” Rhys replied.“Then act like it. You lost control out there. I saw your eyes. Man imagine if any one had seen you like that out there”“I was trying to keep them away from her.”“And what happens when you can’t pull yourself back?” Theo asked. His voice was quieter, but I could hear the concern in
EMMA The first thing I registered was the ache behind my eyes.Then the voices.“you should have called the second you saw the cars”“I was a little busy keeping her alive”“That cut needs stitches, not another argument”I opened my eyes.The living room ceiling of the safe house swam into focus. I was on the sofa. Someone had bandaged my head. When I turned it carefully, pain flared along my hairline and the rest of the room came with it: Cade standing near the window with his arms locked across his chest, Theo closer to the sofa like he had been about to check on me again, and Rhys in the middle of everything still wearing the blood from the slope. It had dried dark on his shirt and streaked the backs of his hands.Memory returned in a hard rush. The restaurant. The cars. The tumble down the embankment. Men with guns and the things they had said about me. Rhys changing in front of me eyes, hands, that impossible strength and the quiet that followed when it was over.I pushed up to
EMMAGod I hate this safe house. Not because anything was wrong with it. Cade and Theo had done everything they could to make it comfortable, but there was only so much time a person could spend inside the same four walls before they started feeling like a prisoner.I’d read two books, neither of which I could remember a single thing about. I’d tried helping Cade with whatever he was doing in the kitchen, but apparently, I was more of a distraction than a help. I’d even stood by the window for nearly an hour, watching the trees move in the wind.I was going out of my mind.When I found Rhys in the small office at the end of the hall, he was staring at his laptop, his fingers moving over the keyboard.He glanced up when I entered.“What’s wrong?”“Nothing. I just need to get out of here.”His fingers stopped.“Emma…”“I can’t keep sitting here, Rhys. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. I know what’s happening outside. I know Marcelo is still after us, and I’m not asking you to take







