تسجيل الدخولWe made our way together toward our quarters, additional security flanking us the entire distance, and I found my father in the kitchen, Evelyn beside him, both looking up with immediate alarm as we entered, clearly registering something significant in our tense, urgent expressions. "What happened
Damon pov I was out at first light, joining the security patrol along the northern border after another sleepless night, when one of the warriors called out, his voice carrying an edge of alarm that had me moving immediately. The scene that greeted me stopped me cold. Dead rats, dozens of them
"That sounds reasonable," Robert said, something hopeful entering his tired expression. "Though I understand the difficulty of actually implementing it, given how genuinely dangerous continued complacency could prove." "Balanced vigilance," Damon said slowly, working through the concept. "Maintain
Evelyn pov The days continued dragging forward, one after another, each one bringing fresh messages from Genevieve—taunting, threatening, occasionally almost gleeful in their cruel, escalating specificity—and still, despite every resource the pack seemed to throw at the search, she remained frustr
"I don't understand how she's still evading capture," I said, frustration sharpening my voice. "We've had extensive search efforts running for weeks now. How is she still managing to send these messages, still apparently capable of gathering detailed information about our family, without leaving any
Damon pov I sat at the kitchen table, coffee in hand, watching my father across the room where he'd settled into the armchair, Willow perched carefully on his lap, engaged in some quiet, nonsensical conversation that had her giggling with obvious delight. "And then," he was saying, his voice car







