LOGINHannah's POVI stared at the photograph for a long moment before finally looking up.Anton was already awake.Or at least he looked awake.The expression on his face suggested otherwise.He looked mad the second he saw the picture in my hand.Now he was studying it with the kind of focus that usually meant someone was about to have a very bad day.Unfortunately, that someone might be me."Where was it?" he asked."Outside the door.""What time?"I glanced toward the clock."Not long."His eyes narrowed."Did you hear anything?""No.""Smell anything?""No."That answer bothered him.It bothered me too.Wolves missed things sometimes.Not often.Not like this.Whoever had left the envelope knew exactly what they were doing.Anton stood.Without another word, he headed for the door.I followed.The hallway sat empty beneath fluorescent lights.Silent.Ordinary.A place people walked through every day without thinking twice about it.Now it felt different.Anton checked the stairwell fir
Chapter 6 Hannah POV The walk back to my apartment should have helped clear my head. Instead, it somehow made everything worse. Los Angeles moved around me in a blur of headlights and conversations. Music spilled from restaurants. People laughed on sidewalks. A couple argued outside a convenience store over something that seemed important to them and completely irrelevant to everyone else. Normal life. Human life. The kind of life I'd wanted when I left Frostbite. The kind of life that suddenly felt very far away. Because of what you can do. Atreus' words refused to leave me alone. Because they sounded like a fact. It wasn't a speculation or a theory. A fact. Someone wanted me because of my abilities. The question was who. And worse How long had they known? I crossed the street as the light changed. Three years. Three years building a life here. Three years believing I was invisible. Maybe I never had been. The thought settled heavily in
Hannah's POV "You have a problem." Anton delivered the statement the same way he might have announced rain. Calm. Matter-of-fact. Entirely too serious. I tossed my keys onto the kitchen counter and stared at him. "You drove across the country to tell me that?" "No." "Good." "I flew." I rolled my eyes. "Oh goddess." I couldn't help but laugh. For the first time since opening my apartment door, a hint of amusement returned to his face. "Missed me?" "Not even a little." "Liar." "A little." "Better." I moved into the kitchen, grabbing two bottles of water from the refrigerator and tossing one his way. He caught it easily. Some things never changed. Three years might have passed, but Anton still carried himself like a beta. Not in the aggressive way some leaders did. It was quieter than that. Steadier. The confidence of someone who knew exactly who he was. The confidence of someone who had earned his place. The Alpha of Frostbite.
Hannah's POVBy the third time I saw the same black sedan, I stopped pretending it was a coincidence.Los Angeles wasn't Frostbite.People crossed paths all the time. Millions of people lived here. Seeing the same face twice wasn't unusual.Three times in one morning?That was different.I stood outside a coffee shop near the office, waiting for my order while pretending not to stare through the window.The sedan sat across the street.Parked.Engine running.Nothing suspicious about that on its own.What bothered me was the driver.Because he wasn't looking at traffic.He wasn't checking his phone.He wasn't drinking coffee.He was watching.Not me directly.The building.The sidewalk.The people moving in and out.Observing.Patiently.My instincts stirred uneasily.The wolf inside me didn't care about evidence.The wolf cared about patterns.And lately patterns kept appearing."Large black coffee."I grabbed the cup from the counter."Thanks."The moment I stepped outside, I glance
Hannah's POV Years ago, before everything changed, exhaustion would hit hard enough to drag me under whether I wanted it or not. Back then life had been simpler. Frostbite. Pack obligations. Training. Family. Problems I understood. Now life looked normal from the outside. A carefully built routine. But that didn't quiet a mind that had learned to recognize when something wasn't right. I stared at my ceiling. Two thirty-seven in the morning. Los Angeles lights filtered through the curtains, casting faint shadows across my room. The city never truly slept. There was always movement somewhere. Sirens in the distance. Cars moving through intersections. People living lives I'd never know. Three years. Three years since I left. Three years of building something that belonged entirely to me. So why did it suddenly feel like the ground beneath my feet had shifted? I turned onto my side. Closed my eyes. Immediately saw him. Dark coat. Impossible stillness. E
Hannah's POV The alarm on my phone vibrated across the nightstand. 6:00 AM. I reached blindly toward the sound. Missed. Found it on the second try. It went silent. For a moment nothing moved. The city outside still existed. Cars. Distant sirens. Life already happening beyond walls and glass. Los Angeles never really slept. It shifted. Changed gears. Kept moving. I stared at the ceiling. Three years. Strange. Not because it felt long. Some days Frostbite felt like yesterday. Other days it felt like another life entirely. A different version of me. Someone younger. Sharper in certain ways. Softer in others. My phone buzzed again. Calendar notification. Work. Adult responsibilities. I pushed myself upright. My apartment sat quiet around me. One bedroom plus a bathroom. Small kitchen. Nothing expensive. Completely mine. No pack obligations. I wasn't the Alpha's sister here. No one checking where I was. At firs
Eric's POV There were moments after a battle when the silence felt heavier than the fighting. This was one of them. Frostbite was awake but subdued, like a wolf that had just survived an ambush and hadn’t yet decided whether to rest or bare its teeth again. Warriors moved quietly across the gro
Cora's POV The sunlight barely pierced the horizon when I woke, my chest tight, pulse racing. My heart thudded erratically, as though it had been running for hours. Sweat clung to my hair, and I couldn’t shake the vivid fragments of the dream. I was small, barely more than a child, running thro
Eric's POV I woke up that morning feeling uneasy. I felt it before I saw it, the way the air seemed tighter, heavier, as if the forest itself was aware that something ancient had crossed into its borders. Patrols moved with sharper focus, warriors speaking in low tones as they took their posts.
Eric POV The call comes just after dawn. I’m already awake when my phone vibrates on the bedside table, the low buzz cutting through the quiet like a warning. My wolf lifts its head immediately, alert, instincts sharpening before my mind fully catches up. Anton’s name flashes across the scree







