LOGINPOV: Rhys"Sit down," Matteo said, and took the leather tube out of my hand before I could argue. "You're bleeding on the floor. Sofia, please.""It's shallow," I said."I didn't ask what it was."Sofia was already pressing a folded cloth against my shoulder, her mouth set in the thin line she wore when she disliked my answers. I let them push me into a chair at the table in the safe room, because the alternative was standing there arguing while the thing I'd carried through three corridors sat unopened between us.The brother stood against the wall with his arms wrapped around himself. Nobody had said what we were all thinking. This was the paper Dave had told me about. The paper that would either end the Ashgrove claim or prove it."Open it," I said.Matteo slid his thumbnail under the broken seal and eased the tube apart. A single sheet came out, heavy and yellow as old teeth, folded in thirds, the creases gone soft from age. He flattened it under the lamp. His hands were steady, b
POV: Matteo"That's the last bolt," Sofia said, throwing the iron bar across the inside of the door. It dropped into its cradle with a sound I felt in my teeth. "Two inches of stone and three locks. Nobody comes in unless one of us lets them.""Or Rhys," I said."Or Rhys," she agreed. "He's the fourth. You know that. You wrote the list."I did know that. I'd written every line of this night on a single sheet of paper, and I'd read it so many times that the words had stopped looking like words. Guard rotations. Lit corridors and dark ones. The east hall, left thin on purpose. A decoy in my coat, walking my usual route at my usual hour, a trained warrior named Tomas who had my build and my careful way of moving, because Rhys had spent an hour with him that afternoon teaching him how I stepped when I was tired.The room was small. A narrow bed against one wall, a table, three chairs, a shelf of water and bandages and dried food that Sofia had checked twice. A lamp burned low on the table
POV: Rhys"Tell me everything," I said, the moment I stepped through our chamber door, mud still caked to my boots from the long ride back from the vault, my blood running cold at the sight of Matteo sitting rigid at his desk, a stack of access logs beside him and a young healer weeping in the chair across from him. "Now.""Rhys," Matteo said, rising halfway, then catching himself against the desk, one hand drifting to his stomach. "Sit down first. Please. You need to hear this in order."I didn't sit. I stood in the doorway, the empty vault still burning behind my eyes, the little folded parchment with its silver wolf still folded in my pocket, and listened while Matteo laid it out. Elena Marsh, one of Sofia's junior healers. Her sister, barely seventeen, taken three weeks ago. The information she'd fed to the Ashgrove agents under threat. The mission, the vault, the timing. And then the part that stopped my heart."An abduction attempt," I said slowly. "Aimed at you.""Already in mo
POV: Matteo"Sit down," I said gently, pushing aside the stack of incriminating logs, my own anger tempering quickly in the face of her obvious, overwhelming distress. "Tell me what's happening."Elena sank into the chair across from my desk, her hands twisting together in her lap, tears continuing to streak silently down her face."They have my sister," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The Ashgrove agents. They took her three weeks ago, before any of this started, before the ambush, before any of it.""Your sister," I repeated, the shape of this betrayal already feeling entirely different from the calculated devotion that had driven Dave's choices."She's young," Elena said, her voice breaking. "Barely seventeen. They approached me quietly, explained they held her somewhere I'd never find without their help, and that her safety depended entirely on my cooperation.""What did they ask you to do," I said, keeping my voice as gentle as possible despite the dread building ste
POV: Matteo"Pull every communication log from the last three days," I said to the household steward, my voice steady despite the dread already coiling tight in my chest. "Every message sent, every person who accessed mission-related correspondence, regardless of their clearance level.""Yes, my lord," she said, already moving to gather the requested records, her expression carrying obvious confusion at the urgency in my tone.I sat at the small desk arranged beside my bed, Sofia's restrictions still keeping me largely confined to this room, though she'd grudgingly allowed limited work provided I remained seated and avoided unnecessary stress. This, unfortunately, qualified as exactly the kind of stress she'd warned against, but with Rhys's message about the vault's betrayal still echoing through my mind, I couldn't simply sit idle while someone close to this pack potentially endangered everything we'd fought so hard to protect.The steward returned twenty minutes later, a thick stack
POV: Rhys"I'll be monitoring from the communication relay," Matteo said, sitting propped against pillows in our room, a stack of maps and scout reports spread across the blanket beside him despite Sofia's continued insistence on limiting his movement. "Every update from the field, routed directly through me. You'll have real-time intelligence the whole way.""You're certain you're comfortable with this arrangement," I said, kneeling beside the bed, studying his face carefully for any sign of reluctance he might be hiding."I'm certain," he said, and something in his steady, confident expression told me he genuinely meant it, no performance of bravery covering deeper hesitation this time. "I want to help. I understand why I can't be out there with you physically, not after everything Sofia explained. But I can do this. I can coordinate from here, and it matters just as much as being present in the field."I felt something loosen in my chest at that, grateful beyond measure that this n







