INICIAR SESIÓNAdrian's P O V
I'm not exactly the generous type, I said, folding my arms. And I don't make a habit of giving strangers free rides.Edward's jaw went tight. It was a reflex, a flicker of outrage I saw in the twitch of his cheek and the way his hands flexed at his sides.But since you're also from Denver, I'll give you a fair deal. I added, letting the offer hang in the air.Just make sure you send the payment. Alpha Edward glared at me like I just insulted his entire bloodline.You'Adrian's POV The car's sudden deceleration snapped my attention back to the road. Adrian. Ethan's voice was a strained whisper, his usual composure finally cracking. That car up ahead. Is that them? I leaned forward, my eyes fixed on the sleek, black sports car parked just 50 ft. away. The license plate was a perfect match. Stay calm and keep following. I ordered, my voice steady. Years as an alpha had taught me that panic is a contagion, and I couldn't afford an outbreak. Now. But keep your distance. Yes, Alpha. Ethan answered, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as he eased the car forward. I fired off a text to Camille. With our location, she'd handle the police. We had to play by the book in human territory. I'd already sent Jack ahead for backup, just in case. Inside my head, my wolf, Lucas, was pacing, his agitation a low growl I could feel in my own chest. He kn
Camille's POV My heart hammered against my ribs as I flew toward Karina's apartment. The awful feeling from our dropped call, twisting into a knot in my stomach. I couldn't just sit and wait. I called Adrian again, even though I knew he wasn't a miracle worker, and that security needed time to go through the footage. Anything, I asked. The second he picked up, his voice was all business. Security hasn't gotten back to me, but one of my guys saw a suspicious car leaving the underground garage. We're looking into it. Now, my stomach plunged. A suspicious car, I repeated, my grip tightening on my phone. Karina said someone was following her. Could it be them? No, he said, his tone firm. That guy's still parked outside the main gate. A lookout, Edward's scent, probably. He's too obvious, not a pro. I paused, taken aback by his certainty. How did he always seem to know everything? But I d
Third person POV Back in the quiet mountain village, Margaret and her mother sat in silence. The weight of their unspoken worries, heavy in the air, they. They bullied our Karina so badly, and we couldn't do anything. Margaret murmured. Her fingers tightening around the fish she was gutting. Her eyes flashed with desperation. Mom? What if we go to Colorado Springs? What if we tell the Collins family about her? If we can't protect her? I'm sure they can. The older woman's grip tightened on the dried fish in her hands, her aged, cautious eyes widening in alarm. Absolutely not. She said firmly. When the head of the Collins family gave Karina to me, she only asked for one thing: that the child would be safe. Not rich, not powerful, just safe. She's not safe now. Margaret's voice cracked, her eyes turning red. I hate this idea just as much as yo
Karina's POV I stepped onto the balcony first thing, stretching into the salty morning air as I looked out at the ocean. I'd been intentionally avoiding everything since I posted that video. My phone was still off, buried at the bottom of my bag. But I didn't need to look. I could already guess how it was all playing out. The Internet is a game, and once you know the rules, your opponents can use them right back at you. In the end, truth and lies get so tangled up, you can't tell which is which anymore. Two days ago, I'd driven through the night, pulling up to my grandmother's house, just as the sun was rising over her little fishing village. After a quick bite, I crashed and slept for what felt like a solid day. It wasn't until this morning, feeling the satisfying ache in my muscles from a workout, that I finally felt human again. My parents were already here. Dad was out
Karina's POV The highway out of Denver was a black ribbon stretching into forever. Traffic still a steady pulse. Even at this hour, I had the windows down, letting the cool night air rush over me, trying to wash away the city and its chaos. Somewhere in that wind was the faint, sweet scent of wildflowers, a fragile fragrance carried through the dark. The streetlights bled together into a golden trail, pulling me farther and farther away from the mess I'd left in my rearview mirror. I hadn't been lying to Adrian. I really was on my way to my grandmother's house. As for the video response, Camille had offered to record. I'd ended up doing it myself. A gut feeling, deep and certain, told me this had to be my voice, my face on that screen, tearing down their lies. Maybe this was it, the final battle in a war I never even wanted to fight. I'd seen the exhaustion i
Karina's POV Stay put. She whispered, her gaze flicking to me before she crossed the room. I sat frozen on the sofa, my heart hammering against my ribs, every muscle coiled tight. The second Camille opened the door, Edward barged in, his presence flooding the small apartment like a tidal wave. Karina. His voice was low and raw, cutting across the room. As his eyes locked on me, he took a step forward, and I felt the weight of it in my chest. I didn't know about what happened this morning. He said, the words sounding like they were dragged from his throat. I forced my expression into a calm, cool mask. But inside every nerve was screaming, the recorder is on. That single thought was my anchor. And I said, my voice clipped. What exactly are you doing here? Edward moved to sit on the sofa next to me, and his familiar cedar scent washed over me. A ghost of what we used to be. I was on my







