FAZER LOGINKAYE'S POVCarly screamed until her voice broke.The sound tore through the medical wing, scraping against my nerves, against my heart, against everything inside me that still believed we had bought ourselves time. I was on the floor beside her, hands glowing silver, veins blazing beneath my skin as I tried to do what I had done before.What had worked before.“This is not the same,” I gasped, pressing my palms against Carly’s chest and shoulder as her body convulsed beneath me. “It is fighting me.”The pathogen did not feel like it used to.Before, it had been frantic, desperate, animalistic. This was different. This was aware. It twisted away from my touch, coiling inside Carly like it knew exactly how I worked and how to avoid me.Through the mate bond, I felt Ethan’s panic surge. His presence wrapped around me, grounding and desperate, but it could not ease the pain ripping through my body.“Kaye,” he said aloud and through the bond at the same time. “Stop if you have to.”“I cann
ETHAN'S POVIt felt like I was drowning on dry land.Every breath came in shallow and sharp, like my lungs refused to trust the air anymore. I stood in the center of the packhouse command room, staring at faces that kept shifting in my memory. Lucas. Sarah. Scottie. Each one layered over the other until I could not tell where loyalty ended and deception began.My best friend had been a traitor.Our doctor had been an operative.The enforcer who stood beside me when everything fell apart was not just immortal, but a handler guiding the destruction from the shadows.I had rebuilt Blackwater with hands that never realized they were being guided.The realization hollowed me out.Through the mate bond, Kaye felt it all. The weight. The anger. The doubt that crept in like poison, whispering that maybe trusting anyone was a mistake. Her presence pressed against mine, steady and warm, refusing to let me disappear into the spiral.I closed my eyes and focused on her.On the sound of her breath
KAYE'S POVLucas vanished without a trace.No scent.No footprints.No disturbed ground.It was like he had never existed at all.The pack searched anyway. Patrols spread out across the territory in widening circles. Wolves shifted, ran, doubled back, checked borders, checked old hideouts, checked places Lucas used to favor when he needed quiet. Nothing. Not even the faintest echo of him remained.Through the mate bond, I felt Ethan breaking apart piece by piece.Lucas had been his brother in everything but blood. Losing him once as a traitor had been devastating. Losing him again, possibly as a vessel for Jon Tulip, felt unbearable. But worse than that was what came next.Scottie was gone too.At first, it did not register as strange. Scottie was always moving, always managing something, always where he was needed most. But when Ethan reached for him through pack channels and got nothing, fear crept in. When hours passed with no response, fear turned into dread.Scottie was one of th
KAYE'S POVEverything shifted after Theo spoke.Not slowly. Not gently. The truth landed like the ground dropping out from under us, leaving nothing solid to stand on.We sat in one of the smaller council rooms, the kind meant for planning patrols and supply routes, not for learning that monsters did not stay dead. Sunlight came through the windows in thin lines, dust floating in the air, peaceful in a way that felt wrong after everything we had lived through.Theo stood near the wall, arms crossed, his posture calm in a way that made my skin crawl. Ethan paced back and forth, restless energy rolling off him. I sat at the table, hands folded tight in front of me, silver veins faint beneath my skin, pulsing when my heart raced.“If Jon Tulip is a Nephilim,” I said slowly, forcing the words to come out steady, “then Alaska might not have been the end.”Theo nodded once. “It likely was not.”Ethan stopped pacing. “You are saying he survived being crushed under a collapsing mountain.”“I
ETHAN'S POVI did not call Theo to my office.I asked him to walk with me.The forest felt right for this. Open. Honest. No walls to hide behind. Morning light filtered through the trees, soft and deceptively calm, birdsong clashing painfully with the weight pressing on my chest.Theo knew.I could tell the moment he saw my face. His steps slowed, his shoulders tightening just enough to give him away. He did not pretend confusion. He did not ask why.We stopped near the old boundary stones, the ones placed generations ago to mark Blackwater land. I pulled the photograph from my jacket and held it out between us.“You want to explain this,” I said quietly.Theo looked down at the image.He did not react the way a liar would. There was no panic. No anger. Just a long, heavy breath, as if he had been waiting for this moment longer than I understood.“That picture was taken seven years ago,” I said. “According to pack records, you joined Blackwater three years ago.”Theo nodded once. “Tha
KAYE'S POVWeak was not the right word for how I felt.Weak implied something temporary, something that would pass with rest and food and time. What lived in my body now felt deeper than that. My muscles obeyed me, but slowly. My energy came in uneven waves. The silver beneath my skin stayed dim, like it was conserving itself, watching, waiting.I moved anyway.The packhouse was quiet in the early hours before dawn, the kind of quiet that only comes after devastation. Wolves slept where they could, curled up in rooms. The halls echoed faintly under my bare feet as I made my way toward the records room.Ethan wanted me resting.I could feel that through the mate bond, his concern pressed tight with exhaustion and responsibility. But he also trusted me. And he felt the same pull I did.Carly’s dreams were not just dreams.They were warnings.I slipped into the records room and closed the door gently behind me. The lights flickered on, revealing rows of cabinets and terminals that had no







