Just then, a message blinked onto the screen. I picked up my screen and jumped slightly when I saw the message.
Alpha Conan: Something came up. I need you at the cabin. Bring the ring.
No greeting, no smiley face. It was expected, but it reminded me of his nature. Just like him.
I typed back: When?
Alpha Conan: Now. Come alone.
I glanced back at the clock.
8:42 a.m.
I looked around the house, brushed my hair hurriedly, and dusted my shoes. Then I grabbed my bag, locked the house, and left before I could think twice.
Because if I stayed, I was going to shatter.
And if I shattered, no one would be able to pick up the pieces but me.
The drive out to the old forest trail was long, dark, and silent. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, and I wasn’t sure if it was the
Maya’s PovLunch was silent.Not the awkward, we-fought-last-night kind of silence. This one was heavier. Thicker. Like the air itself had agreed to keep its mouth shut. Even Jayden, normally a ball of chatter and nonsense jokes, pushed peas around his plate without a single sound effect.Henry sat beside him, drawing quietly on a piece of paper with one of those stubby red crayons he insisted on using for everything. Conan watched us from the other side of the table, chewing, eyes sharp. He noticed too.I wasn’t hungry. None of us really were.When Jayden finally spoke, it was with that sing-song innocence that never failed to set me on edge lately.“Mommy,” he said, holding up the drawing. “Look.”I took it without thinking.And froze.It was a woman. Or something like one. No face, just a void whe
Maya's PovLaughter echoed down the hallway like nothing in the world was wrong. Like shadows weren’t shifting just outside our reach. Like Samira hadn’t escaped.It had been three days since the council meeting. Three days since I overheard Conan shout, “She won’t get near my son!”Three days of pretending everything was fine.It wasn’t.Jayden darted past me again, a paper sword clutched in his hand, yelling something about being the king of dragons. Henry followed a step behind, silent as ever, but his eyes never left Jayden. Not once.I stood in the doorway watching them, arms folded tightly across my chest.“Don’t go too far, okay?” I called.They might say I'm paranoid but I know too well I'm not.“We’re not even leaving the hallway!” Jayden sho
Maya’s povHis soft breathing is the only thing grounding me. I sit at the edge of his bed, knees pulled tight to my chest, eyes wide open though they burn with exhaustion. My hands are trembling. I can still hear it,those whispers on the wind, like invisible claws brushing against my skin."She’s close.""He will choose.""The balance is shifting."I don't know what they mean, but every syllable sinks into my bones like ice. And the worst part? I don’t think they’re dreams anymore.Jayden rolls in his sleep, murmurs something about pancakes and monsters, and snuggles deeper into his blanket fortress. I touch his cheek, warm and soft. Still untouched by the rot that's seeping into my world.He’s safe, for now.I rise, quietly as I can, and tiptoe down the hall. Henry’s door creaks open before I even touch it.He’s curled in the corner of the bed, not the center, like he’s trying to disappear. The moonlight spills across his face. Pale. Too pale. His lips are trembling even in his slee
Maya's PovJayden crashes into me, wrapping his arms around my legs like a little human wrecking ball. “Mommy! Henry said I look like a superhero when I run!”I force a laugh and ruffle his messy curls. “That’s because you are a superhero.”“Can I be one forever?” he beams, eyes lit like they’ve never known fear or confusion. I envy that. I envy him.Somehow I remember when he always looked at me with nothing but disdain...but now?Henry’s watching us from under the jasmine bush, silent as usual, his small fingers cradling a dying flower. His gaze is… different. Knowing. Too knowing. Like he understands far more than a child should. His eyes flick briefly to Conan, still inside, then back to the wilting bloom.My stomach knots.Jayden pulls at my sleeve again. “Mommy, come chase us!”“I will in a minute, baby,” I whisper, kissing his forehead.He darts off, arms wide like wings, chasing the wind. I crouch beside Henry, who hasn’t moved.“You okay, sweetheart?”He nods, but I notice hi
Maya's PovJayden wouldn't stop giggling as I tried tying his shoelaces. His left leg kept twitching with excitement.“Jay, I swear, if you move one more time...”“But Mommy, Henry said there’s a dragon in the garden!” he shrieked.I shot a look at the little culprit standing by the backdoor with his arms folded. Henry who stared back completely unfazed.“There’s no dragon,” I muttered, tugging the knot tight.“There was,” Henry insisted. “Last night. I heard it growling.”Jayden gasped. “I wanna see!”Good. Let them go hunt imaginary dragons. Anything to keep me from going back inside and looking him in the eye.“Outside,” I said, standing quickly. “Go.”Jayden didn’t need to be told twice. He tore through the open doors like a whirlwind, Henry following calmly behind with the kind of coolness that only came from Conan’s genes.I remained by the doorframe, arms folded, watching them chase each other across the garden. Henry climbed the low stone bench and roared. Jayden screamed and
Maya’s POVAnother sound.“What the hell, who is that?" Conan's breath hutched against the back of my neck.I watched the door open after sliding out of the sheets, my body arched, still tingling from the aftershocks of what we'd shared.I was drenched in the memory of his hands and mouth, while I realized it was Henry's cat. He's been playing on the door.I got back in and exhaled. “It's Henry's cat." I said, then shut the door.With Conan gaze ranking over me, he propped up on one elbow. He stood up with a blanket wrapped around him but it fell and exposed his bare chest, the trail of far hair leading to his lower and the lines of his abdomen.His cock was hard, standing like it's waiting to take action.“Get back in the bed, we were in the middle of something." H