เข้าสู่ระบบThe howling had only just stopped when a car pulled up outside.
I didn't need to look. I knew it was Ronan. I could still feel the place where the bond used to be, a dull ache like a bruise I kept pressing. I kept packing my documents and jewelry into a bag while my hands shook. He walked into my room without knocking. His gaze went to the bag on my bed, then to me, and his jaw tightened. "I expected you to be crying and ready to apologize. Instead you're packing." "I am leaving," I said, folding my mother's letters. "And I'm not apologizing. I meant every word I said on the phone." "Rejecting a mate is serious. You can't walk away from a political agreement without consequences. Think before both packs hear about this." "It was never supposed to be a business arrangement. You made it one. You wanted my loyalty, my healing, and my money. I wanted a husband who would stand beside me." I finally looked up at him. "We both got what we wanted. It's time to stop pretending." "You're being dramatic." His voice rose. "Are you trying to force me to choose between you and Lysette?" "You already chose, Ronan. You just don't remember it yet." He stared at me as if I had spoken a language he didn't know. Before he could answer, the front door opened again. Lysette walked in holding Brielle, Ronan's younger sister, by the hand. Her face was full of concern, the kind that would fool anyone who didn't know her. "Freya, we came as soon as we heard. You haven't been yourself lately. I think you might be having a breakdown." She reached out as if to hug me. "You should be ashamed," Brielle said, arms crossed. "The Veynes took you in. This is how you repay us? My brother has been so patient with you." I looked at the two of them and remembered every favor Brielle had demanded while reminding me I owed her family. I remembered every time Lysette cried until someone else paid for her mistakes. Strangely, I felt calmer than I had in years. "I don't need either of you. Please leave my room." "Oh, Freya, you don't mean that." Lysette's eyes dropped to my hand. Her smile sweetened. "That ring is beautiful. It would look better on someone who understands what family means. Let me keep it safe for you." She reached for my mother's ring. I caught her wrist before she could touch it and held on. "Don't ever touch my things again, Lysette." For one second her face changed. The sweetness vanished. Then she burst into tears and yanked her hand back. "She's hurting me, Ronan! I only wanted to help her!" Ronan stepped between us at once. "Apologize to her right now, Freya." Brielle nodded behind him. "No," I said. "And if Lysette wants the title of Luna so badly, she can have it. I'm finished paying for it." The room went silent. Lysette's tears stopped while she looked at Ronan. Then footsteps sounded in the hall, and my uncle Garrick walked in with two men from the family council. "I hear you've been calling lawyers," Garrick said, lifting his chin. "You've made a serious mistake. Your mother's estate isn't entirely yours. The trust was set up for the whole Thorn family. You have no authority to freeze anything." He was lying. I knew it because I remembered the sealed document my mother kept in her safe. In my last life I never asked about it, because Garrick told me it was a private family matter, and I believed him. "Then show me the original trust agreement, Uncle. I'll read it myself." "The papers are kept somewhere safe. I don't have them on me." One of the men beside him looked away. "You don't have them because they don't say what you claim. My lawyer will ask for them formally, so you'd better find them." "If you keep pushing, I'll tell everyone you're unstable, and I'll have you removed from the estate. Think carefully before you say another word." He lowered his voice, and for the first time I saw something other than anger on his face. He looked afraid. Not that I would leave the family. He was afraid I would find out what the family had taken from me. "Get out of my house, all of you." Ronan held my gaze for a long moment and opened his mouth as if to speak. Garrick tugged his arm, and one by one they left. Lysette glanced back at me over her shoulder. When the door closed, I sat on the bed and pulled my mother's jewelry box from the bag. I had never looked inside it properly. Under the velvet tray, I found a small brass key I barely remembered from childhood. The mark on my chest warmed as I picked it up. I heard a soft click. A hidden compartment slid open in the bottom of the box. Inside was a folded note in my mother's handwriting. I read it twice before the words made sense. "If the moon ever turns red, trust no one who claims your blood gives them ownership of your life." Beneath it was the address of a private vault. Below that, she had written one more line. "Freya, if you are reading this, your inheritance is no longer safe in the hands of your family.”*Freya's POV*"Freya Thorn," the wolf said again.I froze. In my last life, the infected had never spoken. They growled, attacked, and sometimes mimicked sounds. None of them had ever called anyone by name."Get down." Kael pulled me behind a car and pressed my head low. "It might be repeating something it heard. Stay where you are.""It knew who I was, Kael."He looked at me hard, then turned back to the wolf. "We'll talk about that later. Right now, listen to me."The wolf hurled itself at the clinic door. Kael stood and fired. It stumbled, then fled into the trees. He caught my arm."Side door. Go."We ran along the wall and slipped inside. Kael swept the corridor while I found the nurse. She was crying with her back against the wall, a deep scratch running down her forearm.I knelt in front of her and took her hand. "My name is Freya. You're going to be okay. I need to look at your arm.""Are they gone?" Her voice cracked. "Are
*Freya's POV*Kael answered on the first ring that evening. He didn't ask why I was calling. He only named a training facility outside Veyne territory and told me to be there at dawn.I arrived with Mr. Hargrove's papers in my bag and a list in my hand. Kael was waiting by the gate, arms folded."You're early," he said. "And I didn't expect you to come at all. Most people who get attacked hire a bodyguard and go home.""I don't want a bodyguard." I held out the list. "I want a secure property, combat training, and reliable suppliers. Weapons, medical equipment, fuel, water filters, emergency power."He read it slowly, then gave a short laugh and handed it back."You're a wealthy woman who got her heart broken, and now you think a basement full of supplies will fix it. I've met a lot of people like that. So let me be honest, because I won't sell you false promises.""I'm not asking for promises.""If you want to s
*Freya's POV*I didn't sleep. At dawn I called Mr. Hargrove and read him the address from my mother's note. He had worked for her for twelve years and had never heard of a vault. He agreed to meet me there anyway.He was waiting on the pavement when I stepped out of the car. He looked up at the building, then at me."Miss Thorn, your mother never mentioned a vault to me. Not once.""She didn't mention it to me either," I said, and I held up the brass key. "But she left this for me, and she wrote this address herself."A manager checked my name and the key, then led us down a narrow hallway to a small room. When he opened the box, he left us alone. My hands were trembling. I made them stop, then lifted the lid.Mr. Hargrove began taking out the papers one by one. His expression changed with each page."A second identity record. Shares in several companies. Deeds to properties I've never seen. And an encrypted drive." He
The howling had only just stopped when a car pulled up outside.I didn't need to look. I knew it was Ronan. I could still feel the place where the bond used to be, a dull ache like a bruise I kept pressing. I kept packing my documents and jewelry into a bag while my hands shook.He walked into my room without knocking. His gaze went to the bag on my bed, then to me, and his jaw tightened."I expected you to be crying and ready to apologize. Instead you're packing.""I am leaving," I said, folding my mother's letters. "And I'm not apologizing. I meant every word I said on the phone.""Rejecting a mate is serious. You can't walk away from a political agreement without consequences. Think before both packs hear about this.""It was never supposed to be a business arrangement. You made it one. You wanted my loyalty, my healing, and my money. I wanted a husband who would stand beside me." I finally looked up at him. "We both g
*Freya's POV*The smoke burned my throat before I opened my eyes.I was on the floor of the evacuation shelter, coughing until I tasted blood. Through the gates, I could see the vehicle pulling away. Ronan was inside it."Ronan," I whispered. "Please. Don't leave me here."He hadn't looked back. He had helped Lysette and her little boy climb in, holding her as if she were the only person who mattered. Then he'd looked straight at me and said the words that ended everything."There's no room, Freya."His sister followed them without a glance.The screams from the far side of the fence had already started by then. I remembered the sound of gates being chained from the outside, and the wet, dragging noises that came after. I remembered crawling toward the vehicle on my hands and knees, and the way the dust turned red under my palms.I jolted upright, gasping, and found myself in my own bedroom. Morning light sl







