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RhettI don't sleep. Can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see that pregnancy test with its two clear pink lines, and the feral rage that's been building since yesterday afternoon threatens to consume what's left of my rational mind.Pregnant mate in danger, Kian snarls on repeat. Unborn pup threatened. Kill everything that stands between us and our family.My wolf's response is primitive and absolute—find the facility where they're holding Brynlee, tear it apart with my bare hands, and eliminate anyone who dares to experiment on my pregnant mate. The fact that it's a federal operation with trained guards and sophisticated security doesn't register as anything more than obstacles to be overcome through violence.But Maya is asleep in the next room, and getting myself killed in a futile assault on a government facility would leave her completely orphaned. That knowledge is the only thing keeping me from shifting and running toward whatever distant location holds my mate and our un
Brynlee"I want to speak to a lawyer," I say, grasping for any legal protection that might exist."You'll be provided with legal counsel when the research phase is complete," Dr. Gorian replies smoothly. "Until then, cooperation ensures optimal conditions for all subjects."Just like last time, the casual reference confirms that I'm not alone here, that other dimensionally-affected people are being held in similar circumstances. All of us reduced to nothing more than pawns in Gorian’s plan. And there’s not a damn thing I can do about it."How many others are there?" I ask."Forty-seven confirmed subjects across multiple facilities," he answers with the satisfaction of someone discussing a successful collection. "Each with unique exposure patterns and enhanced capabilities. Your case is particularly valuable because of our success in stabilizing your mate bond—most subjects show deteriorating pack relationships over time."If that’s true, either the dimensional exposure damages people'
BrynleeThe new facility makes Dr. Gorian's previous operation look like amateur hour. Where his original laboratory was clinical and sterile, this place is a fortress designed specifically for long-term containment of people like me. Everything from the reinforced walls to the sophisticated monitoring equipment screams federal funding and unlimited resources.My cell—because that's what it is, despite the medical terminology they use—is larger than my previous accommodation but infinitely more secure. The walls are some kind of composite material that dampens scent trails, the door is electronically controlled with biometric locks, and cameras monitor every square inch of space except a small bathroom area.Maximum security for dimensional refugees, I think grimly as I examine my new prison.Through the mate bond, I can sense Rhett's location and emotional state, though the connection is weaker here than it was in the transport vehicle. Whatever technology they're using interferes wi
Rhett "There have to be constitutional protections," Liam argues. "Due process, habeas corpus, basic civil rights.""All suspended by humans for their supernatural counterparts deemed threats to national security," Harper replies. "The legislation is comprehensive and specifically designed to circumvent normal legal protections."Someone put considerable thought into creating a legal framework that allows the government to make people disappear with impunity."So what are our options?" I ask, though I'm starting to suspect the answer is that we don't have any."Limited," Harper admits. "Legal challenges will take months or years, and success isn't guaranteed. Direct action against federal facilities is essentially impossible. Media exposure might help, but pack issues don't generate much public sympathy."Because the average human doesn't understand pack bonds or dimensional exposure, and they're easily convinced that people with unusual abilities are inherently dangerous."There is
RhettThe black SUV disappears around the corner, taking my mate away for the second time in three months, and I stand in my doorway feeling more helpless than I have ever felt in my life.Maya clings to my leg, her small body shaking with sobs that tear at the aching wound in my chest. Through the mate bond, I can still feel Brynlee's presence, but it's fading with distance and the overwhelming terror of watching federal agents treat her like property to be collected.Government, Kian snarls with fury that borders on feral. They took our mate. Track. Hunt. Kill.My wolf's response is primitive and absolute—find the threat, eliminate the threat, reclaim what's ours. But the rational part of my brain knows that traditional pack solutions won't work against federal authority backed by legal warrants."Daddy," Maya whimpers against my leg. "Why did they take Mommy again? She was happy. We were all happy."That's what makes this so devastating. We were happy. We had rebuilt our life, stab
Brynlee "The facility you were in was shut down," Rhett says, his voice carrying dangerous undercurrents. "Your research was ended.""The private facility was closed," Dr. Gorian corrects. "But the research continues under direct federal oversight. Your mate's case is particularly valuable because our manipulations after her dimensional exposure have resulted in unprecedented bond stabilization."Bond stabilization. He knows about the improvement in our mate bond, which means he's been monitoring me even after the rescue."I'm not going anywhere with you," I say firmly.Agent Martinez consults her paperwork with bureaucratic efficiency. "I'm afraid cooperation isn't optional. The Enhanced Individual Research Act provides clear authority for continued study of dimensionally affected persons in the interest of national security."That’s just legal language for making my imprisonment sound like protective custody rather than kidnapping."Where's my lawyer?" I ask, grasping for any lega