로그인Ayla’s POVEverything went wrong the moment I gave the order.I had expected resistance. Inara had already proved she was stronger than she understood, and Ciara’s current had reacted violently to the outer suppression boundary. That was exactly why I brought enough men to restrain them without risking unnecessary injuries. What I had not expected was for Inara to stop looking confused about the thing inside her.The guards moved forward, and she planted herself between them and Ciara with a look that made the first two hesitate. There was nothing playful left in her face. No sarcasm or uncertainty, none of the woman who had spent most of this journey insulting my driving arrangements and complaining about the food. Madness burned behind her eyes now, molten orange spreading through them until almost none of her normal colour remained.“Don’t touch her.”One of the men tried anyway and the air exploded.He flew backward before his hand reached Ciara and struck the ground hard enough t
Ciara’s POVWe waited until after midnight.And it wasn't because Inara suddenly developed patience. She absolutely had not. She spent most of the evening sitting near the window, pretending to look bored while quietly counting every guard who passed below. By the time the compound settled, she knew which men changed shifts, how long the western courtyard stayed empty and which staircase the night guards barely checked because apparently even supernatural prisons had lazy employees.I stayed on the bed and tried not to think about what she had found downstairs.Suppression equipment.Containment seals.Restraints.All things Ayla had conveniently forgotten to mention when convincing us this trip was about getting answers.My anger kept trying to outrun my fear.Dax was searching for me and that fact had lodged somewhere in my chest and refused to move. He had told the entire supernatural realm I had been taken, which meant whatever happened between us before I left, he did not believe
(Hi dearest readers, thanks so much for yesterday's comments, it means a lot to me, I deeply appreciate all of you... thanks and I love you all)Dax’s POVInvoking the Call had done exactly what I knew it would do.It had turned the entire supernatural realm into noise.By the time we left Morrow Vale, reports were already pouring through every available channel. Some came through old pack links, others through modern communication systems, and several arrived from supernatural leaders who had not spoken to me in years but suddenly remembered how valuable friendship with the Blackthornes could be. One claimed Ciara had been seen near the northern marshes. Another swore a pregnant human woman matching her description crossed through one of the eastern markets under heavy protection. A third wanted me to believe Ayla had been spotted boarding a private aircraft even though the woman sending the information could not explain how anyone had identified Ayla while apparently watching from h
(Hi... do I still have readers here or am I writing for no one? if there are still readers, a simple comment will mean a lot)Inara’s POVCiara did not stop being angry after the attack. She only got quieter, which was worse because I knew exactly what that meant. She sat beside me in the back of the vehicle with one hand over her stomach, staring out the window while Ayla stayed in front as if nothing important had happened. Nobody mentioned the man she killed before he could finish telling Ciara that Dax was searching for her. Nobody mentioned the fact that half the supernatural realm now knew Ciara was missing. The silence stretched until Ciara finally looked away from the window and said, “I still want my phone.”Ayla did not answer immediately. She finished checking whatever was on the device in her hand before turning slightly in her seat. “And I already told you that contacting anyone right now could expose where we are. The people who attacked us found the convoy somehow, an
Ciara’s POVI decided the new vehicle was worse than the old one before we had even been on the road for thirty minutes. The seats were harder, the road had somehow become rougher, and every time the tires dropped into another hole, my back reminded me that travelling through ancient supernatural territory while pregnant was one of the stupidest ideas I had agreed to lately. Inara had complained at first too, until Ayla threatened to make both of us walk, and although that shut her up for a few minutes, she eventually started muttering under her breath again about whoever had built the road needing to be dragged back from the dead and forced to fix it properly.Normally, I would have laughed but I was too busy watching Ayla.Something had changed after the relay station. She said there was unusual movement across the supernatural territories and that travelling openly had become unsafe, which sounded reasonable enough until I started noticing all the things she did not explain. Half
Ayla’s POVThe Blackthorne Call hit while I was checking Ciara’s medication.For one second, I genuinely thought I had imagined it.My hand stopped above the small medical case, fingers still wrapped around the bottle I had been about to return to its slot, while the old current moved through the realm like something waking from a very long sleep. I had not felt that particular pressure in decades. Almost nobody alive had. It ran beneath modern pack links and territorial wards, touching ancient Blackthorne connections that had existed long before supernatural borders became neat lines on maps.Then Dax’s voice reached me, it didn't come through a phone or an ordinary mind link but through blood.'The mate of Dax Blackthorne has been taken. Ayla Vane Blackthorne is travelling with her. Find them. Keep Ciara and her sister alive. Report directly to me.'I stared at nothing for several seconds and I clenched my fist, pf all the things I had prepared for, this was not one of them.I had c







