MasukPOV: 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
POV: Ferdinand KingIan stood in the center of the warehouse with Emilia beside him.Not restrained exactly, but clearly unable to leave. Some combination of psychological manipulation and genuine threat keeping her in place."Welcome," Ian said as we fanned out around him. "Thank you all for coming. This is exactly what I'd hoped for.""Let Emilia go," I commanded. "Whatever point you're trying to prove, it's over.""It's over when I say it's over. When I've demonstrated that my theories work regardless of exposure or opposition." He gestured at our group. "You've all survived my manipulations. Learned about my techniques. Built connections you think make you immune. And now you're going to prove that awareness means nothing.""We're not proving anything except that you're alone and outmatched.""Am I? Because I've spent the past three weeks learning everything about each of you. Your weaknesses, your triggers, your breaking points. While you were planning this heroic rescue, I was
POV: Bea SharpeIan's ultimatum played on repeat across every screen in the cabin.Emilia with him, looking defeated and afraid. His voice calm and rational as he explained exactly what would happen if we didn't comply. The deadline counting down like a bomb nobody knew how to defuse."We can't give him what he wants," I said, breaking the silence that had followed the video. "That's obvious, right? We're not actually considering handing Emilia over to her psychopath brother.""Of course not," Miranda agreed. "But we need a plan beyond just refusing. Ian's shown he's capable of following through on threats.""Then we stop him. Permanently. Before he can hurt anyone else.""How?" Desi asked. "He's isolated, paranoid, and has spent months learning all our weaknesses. Going after him directly plays into his hands.""So we don't go directly. We coordinate. Use our combined strengths instead of letting him exploit our individual vulnerabilities."Ferdinand pulled up a map showing Ian's la
POV: 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







