MasukPOV: Ian GrecoThe schemes I'd deployed over the next three weeks were precise and vicious.First, I created evidence that Emilia was still communicating with me. Fake messages suggesting she was feeding me information about the cabin's defenses. The forgeries were good enough to create doubt even when she denied everything.Then I orchestrated a "failed" attack on the cabin that conveniently left Emilia unharmed while injuring others. Made it look like she'd known about the assault in advance and positioned herself safely.Finally, I spread rumors through channels they'd trust that Emilia had negotiated a deal with prosecutors. That she'd traded information about everyone at the cabin in exchange for immunity and protection from my retaliation.Each piece of misinformation was carefully crafted to exploit existing insecurities. Otto's paranoia about betrayal. Desi's guilt about bringing people into danger. Bea's distrust of people who reminded her of past betrayals.I watched throug
POV: Ian GrecoThe safe house I'd secured was compromised within twenty-four hours.Not by authorities. By my own father, who'd apparently decided I was more liability than asset now that the Council documents had destroyed his political network. The message he left was characteristically brief: "You're on your own. Don't contact family again."So Emilia's betrayal had cost me everything. My freedom, my family, my carefully constructed future in supernatural politics. All destroyed because my sister had chosen morality over loyalty.The irony wasn't lost on me. I'd spent years teaching people that sentiment was weakness, that strategic thinking mattered more than emotional attachment. Now I was learning that philosophy's limitations when applied to family who'd been enabling my work for decades."This is fixable," I told myself, reviewing my remaining resources. "Temporary setback. Opportunity to demonstrate adaptability."But the words felt hollow. For the first time since I'd starte
POV: Emilia GrecoThe verdict came three days later: guilty on multiple counts of conspiracy, psychological manipulation, and accessory to manslaughter.Ian showed no emotion as the judge read the sentence. Twenty years in a supernatural detention facility with required psychological evaluation and treatment. His parents sat in the gallery, their expressions suggesting this was an inconvenience rather than tragedy."The defendant will be remanded to custody immediately," the judge concluded. "Miss Greco, the court thanks you for your courage in coming forward."Courage felt wrong. I'd just destroyed what remained of my family relationships by ensuring my brother faced consequences. My parents would never forgive me. Extended family had already cut contact. I'd traded blood ties for moral clarity.Outside the courtroom, reporters surrounded me with questions I didn't want to answer. How did it feel to testify against my brother? Did I regret coming forward? What would I do now that my
POV: Emilia GrecoI visited Ian in custody detention three days after Helena released the Council documents.The guard looked surprised when I presented my ID. "You sure you want to see him? Given everything that's come out...""He's still my brother. And I have things to say he needs to hear.""Your funeral. He's been... difficult since the documents went public."Difficult was an understatement. Through the security glass, Ian looked like something had broken inside him. Not guilt or remorse, but the careful control he'd maintained his entire life. His mask had finally slipped, revealing the rage beneath."Come to gloat?" he asked when I sat down. "About how you destroyed my deal with prosecutors by releasing everything I was trading?""I didn't release anything. That was Helena working with the people you manipulated.""But you gave her access to me. Told her where I was keeping my insurance files. Betrayed family for strangers who'll forget you the moment you're not useful.""I'm
POV: Ben ArcherBea collapsed beside me once the healing was complete.Not unconscious but close, her body shutting down non-essential systems to recover from whatever she'd channeled. I pulled her against my chest despite my own weakness, holding her while we both processed what had just happened."Did I actually heal you?" she asked. "Or am I hallucinating from stress?""You healed me. With Alpha power that apparently includes abilities nobody knew existed.""My mom's going to freak out when she hears about this.""Your mom's going to be proud. Her daughter just manifested Luna abilities without formal pack bonding.""Is that what that was? Luna abilities?""According to the Council wolves who ran away, yes. The kind of power that only emerges when an Alpha female bonds with a pack leader.""But I'm not bonded to anyone. And I'm not pack leader.""Maybe you're supposed to be. Maybe your wolf knows something your conscious mind doesn't."She laughed weakly. "Great. Add that to the l
POV: Ben ArcherPain was everywhere and nowhere simultaneously.I could feel Bea's hands pressing against my chest, trying to stop bleeding that wouldn't stop. Could hear her voice demand"The Final Truth"ing I stay awake, stay alive, stay with her. But everything felt distant, like watching from underwater."Ben, don't you dare die on me. Not now. Not when we finally figured this out.""Figured what out?" My voice barely worked. "That we're both stubborn idiots?""That we love each other despite being stubborn idiots." Her hands pressed harder, desperation making her grip painful. "You don't get to confess and then immediately die. That's not how this works.""Pretty sure dying doesn't care about timing.""Then fight it. Use that competitive streak that's made you insufferable for eight years. Compete with death and win."I wanted to laugh but couldn't find the air. "Competition requires two participants of equal strength. Death has serious advantages here.""Stop being logical when







