Mag-log inHannah's POV The vision hit without warning. One moment, I was pouring coffee into my favorite mug. The next, the world disappeared. Pain tore through my chest. I saw Atreus on one knee. Blood covered his hands. His shirt. The ground beneath him. His breathing was ragged. Uneven. A stake in his chest. Another wound marked his shoulder. He looked up. Straight at me. As if somehow he knew I was there. His lips moved. I couldn't hear the words. Then everything faded to black. The mug shattered against the kitchen floor. I gasped. Air rushed back into my lungs all at once. My hands trembled violently. Coffee spread across the tiles at my feet. My heart hammered against my ribs. No. Not him. Anyone but him. I gripped the edge of the counter until my knuckles turned white. Visions had never terrified me this much before. Because this time, it was personal. The realization struck with brutal clarity. I cared about him. More
Atreus POV Hospitals had always unsettled me. Not because of death. Death had walked beside me for longer than most civilizations had existed. I understood death. Accepted it. It was the fragile hope inside hospitals that made me uncomfortable. The desperate belief that people could always be saved. That loss could be postponed indefinitely. Sometimes it could. Most times, it couldn't. Tonight, at least, hope had won. Anton had survived. The doctors cleared him to leave shortly after sunrise. The wound had been severe by human standards, but wolves healed quickly. Thankfully the hospital was a hospital that treated both supernaturals and humans and was owned by a vampire. By the time Hannah finished signing discharge papers, some color had already returned to his face. He still looked annoyed. Which, judging by Hannah's relieved smile, was apparently a good sign. "I can walk on my own," Anton grumbled. Hannah ignored him. "That's nice." "I
Hannah's POV Hospitals all smelled the same. Antiseptic. Blood. Exhaustion. No matter where you were in the world, those three things never changed. I sat in an uncomfortable chair outside Anton's room, staring at the paper cup cooling between my hands. The coffee inside had gone cold nearly an hour ago. I hadn't noticed. Or maybe I just hadn't cared. The events of the night kept replaying in my head. The attack. Anton collapsing. Atreus. Especially Atreus. I'd seen him fight before. I'd known he was dangerous. What happened tonight had been something else entirely. It wasn't just the violence. It was the fear. The look on his face when he saw Anton fall. The panic in his eyes when he checked to make sure I was unharmed. The way his hands had trembled ever so slightly while we waited for the ambulance. As if losing control frightened him more than the attack itself. I rubbed my tired eyes. A nurse walked past. Somewhere down the ha
Hannah's POV Something felt wrong the moment I stepped out of the coffee shop. The evening crowd moved around us in familiar patterns. People laughed as they crossed the street. Music drifted from a nearby restaurant. Cars crawled through traffic beneath the fading glow of sunset. Everything looked normal. But my wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin. Beside me, Anton slowed. He felt it too. Atreus emerged from the shop carrying the drinks we'd ordered. His expression remained calm, but I noticed the subtle shift in his posture. More alert. More focused. His gaze swept across the street once. Twice. Then settled somewhere behind me. His eyes hardened. "We need to leave." The ease from earlier disappeared instantly. Anton stepped closer to my side. "What is it?" Atreus handed me my drink without taking his eyes off whatever he'd seen. "We're being watched." A cold knot formed in my stomach. "How many?" "Too many." That was all the warning
Hannah's POV By the time we left the Veil safe house, the weight of everything we'd found had settled over us like a storm cloud. None of us talked much during the drive back. The files we'd recovered sat in the trunk. Dozens of lives reduced to folders and photographs. Warnings from the past. Proof that what was happening to me wasn't new. I spent most of the morning staring out the window, watching the landscape change from dry desert roads to busy highways and eventually the familiar spread of Southern California. For once, even Anton seemed quiet. Atreus drove. Steady hands on the wheel. Eyes fixed on the road ahead. Every now and then, I'd catch him glancing at me in the rearview mirror. Not enough to make me uncomfortable. Just enough to remind me he was there. Watching. Making sure I was okay. The strange thing was that I didn't mind. Not anymore. A few hours outside Los Angeles, we hit traffic. Anton groaned dramatically. "We're moving
Hannah's POV The safe house sat at the edge of a dying town. From the outside, it looked like every other forgotten building scattered across the desert—sun-bleached walls, cracked windows, and a rusted metal sign hanging crookedly above the entrance. A motel once. Or maybe an office building. Time had erased whatever purpose it used to serve. We parked half a mile away. Atreus insisted. "Whoever used this place valued secrecy," he said as we stepped out of the SUV. "People like that usually leave surprises behind." Anton glanced toward the building in the distance. "You mean alarms or explosives?" Atreus slid a pair of dark gloves over his hands. "Hopefully just alarms." Anton muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, "That's not comforting at all." Despite myself, I smiled. The drive had changed something between the three of us. Anton still didn't trust Atreus. Atreus still enjoyed provoking him. But the hostility had
Cain's POV The scream doesn’t sound human at first. It tears through the early morning air like something feral, raw, and broken, slicing straight through my sleep and dragging me upright in bed with my heart already pounding. For a split second, I don’t know where I am, then another scream fo
Cora's POV Happiness doesn’t arrive all at once. It doesn’t crash into you like pain does, loud and merciless. It settles instead, quiet, careful, almost shy. Like it’s afraid you’ll send it away if it makes too much noise. I wake up smiling before I realize I’m doing it. Sunlight spills t
Cain's POV I didn’t expect to see her. Not here. Not now. Not like this. I had assumed she was still hiding somewhere in the forest, nursing the wounds of my rejection, still broken, still unsure of herself. But there she was, walking along Frostbite’s border with a girl I didn’t recognize a
Cora's POV I try not to think about him. That’s the problem, I’m failing. It starts small. The way my chest tightens when I hear his voice before I see him. The way my attention drifts, uninvited, whenever he enters a room. I tell myself it’s gratitude. Respect. Safety. But gratitude doesn







