FAZER LOGINSix months since I left Ironveil, and the road up to the pack gate looks exactly the same, and nothing about it feels the same at all.I asked Kade if I could take the weekend before the Trials begin in earnest, and he agreed faster than I expected, which told me he understood something I had not quite said out loud yet, that I needed to see this place again before I stepped into whatever the Trials were going to demand of me, needed to close some kind of loop before I could open the next one fully.Mira offered to come. So did Edan. I asked them both to let me do this one alone, and they understood that too.The drive takes longer than I remember, or maybe it only feels longer because I am the one behind the wheel this time instead of staring out a window while someone else carried me away from everything I knew. The trees along the border road are the same, tall and dark and familiar in a way that settles something in my chest even before I reach the gate. Raya stirs with recognitio
My name sits at the very top of the tactical command ranking, printed clean and unambiguous in the compound's formal typeface, Zara Cole, first, above candidates who have trained here for two, three, four seasons longer than I have.I stand in front of the board for a long time. Long enough that the small crowd around me thins, drifting off to check other categories or to congratulate friends whose names sit lower on other lists, long enough that Mira eventually steps up beside me rather than waiting behind, her shoulder brushing mine, not saying anything, just present.I read it again. And again. As if repetition might reveal that I have misread it, that the name at the top belongs to someone else and I have simply projected what I wanted to see onto unfamiliar letters. It does not change. Zara Cole. First.Somewhere behind me I hear one of the other candidates, a girl named Poe who has held a top five ranking on this track for two full seasons, say something quiet and generous to th
The compound's annual internal assessment arrives twelve days later, and I almost forget about it entirely in the wake of everything else, until Edan corners me at breakfast with a printed schedule and a look of pointed disbelief that I have not already memorized it.This is not optional, he says, sliding the schedule across the table. It is not a drill, it is not a spar with your friends on the practice field. This is every candidate across every track, ranked against each other, in front of the full instructional staff and whichever compound leadership decides to observe. It happens once a year. It matters.I know what it is, I say.Do you, he says. Because you have spent the last two weeks buried in review board documentation and family revelations large enough to reshape a pack's leadership, and I am not certain any of that has left room in your head for the fact that today you are being formally ranked against candidates who have trained here for years longer than you have.I hav
The review board convenes six days later, faster than Kade expected, which he tells me privately is itself a signal, because boards that intend to bury a complaint quietly do not move with this kind of speed. Boards that move quickly have already glanced at the documentation and decided it cannot be allowed to sit.We are not permitted inside the hearing room itself, not as witnesses called to testify in person, not yet, Kade explains, but as the officer who filed the original report and now stands behind this second, larger submission, he is granted a preliminary session with the board's senior counsel, and he asks me to come with him as far as the outer chamber, so that I am present when word comes.The outer chamber is a long room with high windows and hard benches, the kind of space built for waiting rather than comfort. My father is there when we arrive, already seated, Serra beside him, both of them dressed with a formality I have not seen from either since the day I left Ironve
Two days after we deliver the folder to my father, Vael finds a different target, which tells me more clearly than anything else could that he understands exactly how much danger he is now in.Mira comes to find me at the mess hall, and I know before she says a word that something has shifted, because Mira does not interrupt meals for small things. She sits across from me, sets her tray down without eating from it, and waits until the two candidates beside us finish their conversation and drift toward the door.Vael spoke to me this morning, she says. Alone. He made sure of that first.I set my fork down. What did he say.He was very careful about it, she says. No direct threats. Nothing that would look like a threat if someone else repeated it back to him in a hearing. He mentioned that my father's elevation this season has made him a great many enemies, more than my father realizes, and that men in his position sometimes find their support eroding in ways that look, from the outside
My father's study light is already on when we arrive, the door open the small deliberate distance he has been leaving it since Bren went to him, an invitation he has never had to voice aloud.He looks up when the four of us file in, and I watch him read the room the way he reads every room, cataloguing faces before words, and something in his expression tightens when he registers the folder in Mira's hands and the particular gravity all of us are carrying.What happened, he says.I do not sit. I stand in front of his desk the way I have stood in front of it my whole life, waiting for verdicts I was never allowed to argue, except this time I am the one bringing the evidence, and the weight of that reversal steadies me more than I expect it to.Commander Vael approached me twice this week, I say. The second time, he told me my mother's retirement from training was not voluntary. That someone pressured her into it. Someone who was not you.My father goes very still, the specific stillnes
I am at the east gate at six fifty-eight.The morning is cold, fog sitting low over the training grounds, the kind of pale grey morning that makes everything look like it hasn't decided to start yet. I have my running shoes on and my arms wrapped in two layers and my hair pulled back. I told myself
The bruise on my forearm is purple and deep and runs from my wrist to the inside of my elbow. Nia didn't do this one. She has graduated past doing things herself. This was Jade, a hallway corner, and a very specific angle that left no visual evidence except to me.I don't report it. There is no poi
My father is home when I get back. I know before I open the door — his car is in the driveway and the kitchen light is on, which means he is eating early and wants the house quiet.I come in through the side door."Zara."I stop. He is standing at the counter, still in his Beta uniform, a folder op
"You're blocking the hallway again," Nia says. "Is that, like, your thing? Taking up space where nobody wants you?"I count four tiles between my left foot and the lockers. I have seventeen seconds before the first bell. Bren is twenty feet ahead of me, deep in conversation with Theo and their grou







