LOGINPOV: Otto MoorlandI stepped back from the edge, and Desi collapsed against me in relief."Don't ever do that again," she sobbed. "Don't ever make me think I'm about to watch you die.""I'm sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing.""The right thing is letting people who love you help carry the burden. Not trying to protect us by removing yourself."We sat on the cliff, away from the edge, while Cassio contacted Dr. Morrison about an emergency session. The sun continued rising, indifferent to human drama playing out below it."I don't know how to live with what I've done," I admitted. "Every time I close my eyes, I see Cassio's face when I attacked him. Hear your scream when I almost hurt you. Feel the rage that made me lose all control.""Then we'll work on it. Together. As many sessions and medications and coping strategies as needed.""What if it's not enough?""Then we'll find more. But Otto, you need to understand something. You're not defined by your worst moment. You're de
POV: Otto MoorlandI stood on the edge of the cliff at dawn, watching the sun rise over territory I'd almost destroyed.The mandatory therapy had started three days ago. Dr. Morrison was patient and professional, helping me work through the manipulation and trauma. But every session just highlighted how much damage I'd caused. How many people I'd hurt. How close I'd come to killing someone I loved."The guilt will fade with time," Dr. Morrison had said during our last session. "You were a victim of systematic manipulation. That doesn't excuse your actions, but it provides context for understanding them."But context didn't resurrect the trust I'd destroyed. Didn't heal the people I'd injured. Didn't erase the look of fear on Desi's face when she'd realized I might actually kill her.My phone buzzed with a text from her: Where are you? You missed our breakfast meeting.I'd been avoiding her since the Council session. Not because I didn't love her, but because being near her reminded m
POV: Principal LearThe debate about Ronan continued for hours.Some pack leaders wanted execution for exile violation. Others recognized that his challenge had legitimate grounds. The impasse seemed impossible to resolve until Alpha Vincent spoke."I lost my daughter," he said quietly. "I know whose fault that was. It was mine. For forcing her into a ceremony she didn't want. For valuing pack politics over her happiness. For not listening when she begged me to recognize her mate bond.""Vincent—""Ronan Montague didn't kill Juliana. I did. Through policies that should have been changed decades ago but weren't because we valued tradition over people." He met Marcus's eyes. "I don't want him executed. I want the policies that killed my daughter abolished so no other parent faces what I'm living with."The admission stunned everyone into silence. An Alpha publicly accepting responsibility for his child's death while absolving her mate was unprecedented."If we're assigning blame," Marc
POV: Principal LearThe emergency Council session convened at dawn, forty-eight hours after Ronan's challenge.I sat at the head of the conference table surrounded by pack leaders whose territories had been affected by this semester's chaos. Alpha Vincent Capulet, still grieving his daughter. Alpha Marcus Montague, who'd disowned Ronan publicly but privately supported his challenge. King Alexander of the Southern Alliance, recently humiliated by his son's defection.And representatives from a dozen other packs whose children had been manipulated, injured, or killed during what should have been a safe educational semester."Let's begin," I said, knowing this would be brutal regardless of how diplomatically I approached it. "We're here to determine accountability for events that have cost lives and destroyed families. The question is whether we respond with ancient law or modern mercy.""Ancient law is clear," Vincent said immediately. "Blood for blood. Deaths demand equivalent justice
POV: Ronan MontagueNo one accepted my challenge immediately.The Council members were politicians, not warriors. They'd spent decades making others fight their battles. Being forced into direct combat revealed the weakness beneath their authority."This is barbaric," one Council member said. "We don't resolve policy disputes through violence.""You resolved my relationship through violence when you forced Juliana into a ceremony that killed her. I'm just responding in kind.""That's not—""If you won't fight for your policies, then acknowledge they're wrong. Dismantle arranged marriage requirements and let young wolves choose their own mates."The silence that followed suggested I'd backed them into a corner they couldn't escape. Defending arranged marriages meant accepting my challenge. Rejecting the challenge meant admitting the policies were indefensible."I'll fight him," a voice said from the back of the hall.Ian's father stepped forward, looking calm and collected despite the
POV: Ronan MontagueI heard about Ian's capture three days after Juliana's funeral.The news reached me through pack channels I wasn't supposed to have access to anymore. Exile meant cutting all ties, but some connections ran deeper than official decrees. People loyal to what I represented rather than what my father commanded."Ian Greco is in custody," the message read. "But he's not the only threat. His father and Alliance leadership are using the chaos to consolidate power. Someone needs to challenge them before they establish permanent control."Someone. They meant me. The exiled Alpha who'd lost everything and therefore had nothing left to lose.I sat in the cheap motel room that had been home for the past month, staring at the message. Juliana's death had hollowed me out in ways I didn't know were possible. The mate bond's severance had left a void that ached constantly, a phantom limb that would never stop hurting.Going back to Moonrise territory meant risking execution. My ex







