로그인Rhea's POV "Turn on the radio." Vera was already reaching for the dial before I finished saying it. The signal was patchy out here in the northern territory but she found a station and the broadcaster's voice came through tight and breathless, the particular tone journalists used when something was happening that their vocabulary was not built to describe. "Worldwide reports are coming in of a second lunar body visible in the night sky. Scientists are calling it an unprecedented optical phenomenon, insisting there is no danger, but social media is overwhelmed with footage from six continents. Religious groups are gathering in public squares across the globe. The White House has issued a brief statement asking citizens to remain calm." I turned it off. "Every wolf on earth felt that the moment it appeared," Vera said quietly. She was holding her hands in her lap and they were not steady. "They know what it means even if they have no words for it. The instinct is in the blood." "
Rhea's POV "Everyone stand down." I said it before Kael could move. Before Mara could draw. Before any of the wolves in the room could do the thing their instincts were screaming at them to do, which was launch themselves at the two men who had just come through a hole in reality and park themselves in the center of our main room like they owned the floor they were standing on. Nobody moved. Good. I stepped forward. The man in the suit watched me come. Up close he was smaller than I had registered from across the room, slight in the way very old things sometimes were, like centuries had compressed him down to his essential parts and discarded everything unnecessary. His eyes were the colour of old coins and they tracked me with an intelligence that was almost uncomfortable to meet directly. "You are Erasmus Vale," I said. A feeling shifted in his face. Not surprising. He had not been surprised by anything in a very long time. More like a recalibration, a reassessment of what h
Rhea's POV "Jax. Come here." He walked toward me without argument, crossing the room in his socks, and I crouched down and took his face in my hands the way I had in the courtyard, checking him, trying to find the crack in that impossible composure. There was no crack. "How long," I said quietly. "Since before I can remember." He said it like it was the simplest thing. "The dreams started when I was really small. Before I could talk properly. They were confusing at first, just images, just feelings. But the spirit wolf, the one Lyra called for me today, he has been in my dreams my whole life." He glanced at Cain, then back to me. "He is not just a wolf. He is a messenger. He has been explaining things to me slowly, in pieces, because he said if he told me everything at once it would break me." "What has he told you," Kael said from behind me. Jax looked at his father. "Everything you just heard. The Veil. The sealing. What I am." He paused. "What it costs." The word costs land
Rhea's POV"Who are you?"Kael said it the way he said everything when something had genuinely surprised him, flat and quiet and very still, like the question was a loaded thing he was setting down carefully.The silver-haired man looked at him for a moment. Then something moved in his face, not quite a smile, more like the recognition of something expected finally arriving."You have my eyes," he said. His accent was strange. Not foreign exactly, just old, like a way of speaking that had belonged to a place that no longer existed. "And your father's jaw. Though I only knew your father through two generations of distance." He tilted his head slightly. "You are Kael. I have been watching your line for a long time.""That did not answer the question," I said.He looked at me. His eyes were pale grey and completely clear, and the intelligence behind them was the kind that accumulated over centuries, not decades. It was like being looked at by something that had watched civilisations from
Rhea's POV "Tell me what is in him." Vera did not look up from Rook's arm. She had a needle in the vein at his elbow drawing blood, her movements quick and precise, and the colour of what came out was wrong. Too dark. Almost black at the edges. "Give me two minutes," she said. "Vera." "Two minutes, Rhea. Stand back and give me room." I stood back. It was the hardest thing I had done all night and the night had included a siege. I pressed myself against the wall of the medical room and watched Rook's chest rise and fall, shallow and too slow, his face completely blank, eyes closed now. Kael stood on the other side of the table with his arms crossed and said nothing, which was how I knew he was as frightened as I was. Vera held the vial of blood up to the light, and looked at it for a long moment. Then she set it down and turned around and her face told me before the words did. "Shade," she said. Kael uncrossed his arms. "What is that?" "A compound. Wolf-made, not human. Brew
Rhea's POV"Get him inside. Now. Move."I did not wait for anyone to agree. I got my shoulder under Rook's arm and took his weight and two of Kael's wolves appeared on his other side and we moved fast, back through the gate, the gravel crunching under our feet and Rook's boots dragging because he could not quite get his legs under him properly."I can walk," he said."You cannot," I said."I can mostly walk.""Rook. Stop talking and let us move you."He stopped arguing. That told me how bad it was more than the blood did.Vera was already in the medical room when we got there, like she had known, like she had been standing at that counter waiting for exactly this. She got him on the table and cut his shirt away and her face did the thing it did when she was doing calculations, still and focused and giving nothing away.Three gunshot wounds. She worked fast. I stood against the wall and watched the door and listened to the compound outside shifting into battle formation. Boots. Engines
Rhea's POV I checked the dresser. My jewelry box sat on top, filled with the pieces Kael had given me over our three years together. I opened the bathroom door. My toothbrush stood in the holder. My shampoo in the shower. My face cream on the counter. Everything. Exactly as I'd left it. Like I'
Rhea's POV Time seemed to stop. Selene's finger rested on the trigger, the gun unwavering in her grip. Behind that door, my son slept peacefully, completely unaware of the danger pointed at his head through two inches of wood. "Put it down." My voice came out steady despite the terror clawing up
Rhea's POVThe bike went down hard.I yanked the handlebars too sharp, too desperate, and the world tilted sideways. Asphalt rushed up to meet me. I hit the ground and rolled, Rook's jacket tearing away, skin scraping across pavement hot enough to burn.Pain exploded through my already injured side
Rhea's POVThe compound looked like something out of a nightmare.We pulled through the main gates just after midnight, and even in the darkness I could see how different it was from the old Ironclaw territory. That place had been rough but lived-in, a pack den that felt like home despite its flaws







