LOGINLiam didn't move for a full three seconds. Then he was moving too fast, grabbing the rail, staring at the paper in his hand like he could will different words onto it. "Two days," he said. "She's been gone two days and nobody said anything?" "Liam." Xavier's voice, steady, trying to reach him. "He didn't report it." Liam's voice cracked on the word he. "His own daughter's missing and he didn't send word. He didn't ask for help. He didn't...” "Liam." "He knew we'd ask questions." Liam looked up, and something in his face had gone hard, sharp, older than his years. "He knew if Saya went missing and he called for Bloodmoon's help, we'd start looking too closely. So he just, let her disappear quietly. Like she was inconvenient." Rael's hand found his brother's shoulder. "We don't know that yet," he said, though his own voice shook. "We don't know what actually happened." "Don't we?" Liam turned on him, raw. "Voss just died telling us Soren's the one pulling Thessaly's
Nobody spoke for a long time. The three of them stood at the stern, the ledger still open in Liam's hands, the single name sitting between them like something toxic nobody wanted to touch. "Say it again," Rael said finally. "Say it wasn't him." "I checked twice," Liam said. "Three times, actually. I wanted to be wrong." "He's not wrong," Aldric said, appearing behind them, his voice grim. He'd overheard enough on his way across the deck. "I've been sitting with the ledger for the past hour. Cross-referencing dates." "Show me," Xavier said. They gathered in the small cabin below deck, a single lantern swinging gently with the ship's rhythm, throwing long shadows across the table where Aldric spread out years of correspondence, old reports, patrol logs, everything Bloodmoon had ever documented about its most trusted ally. "Here," Aldric said, tapping a line in the ledger. "A payment. Six years ago. Routed through a trade contact in the southern hills." "That could be a
"No!!" Rael's hands pressed against the wound, uselessly, blood slipping hot between his fingers no matter how hard he pushed. "No, no, come back!!" Voss's chest didn't move. Then it did. One more time. A shallow, rattling breath dragged up from somewhere that shouldn't have had anything left to give. His eyes opened halfway. "Rael..." Barely a sound. More shape than voice. Rael leaned close, close enough to feel the last warmth leaving his father's skin. "I'm here. I'm right here." "The name." Voss's lips barely moved. "You need , the name." "Don't talk. Save it, just...” "Listen." Something fierce broke through the dying, one final flare of the man who had once commanded a pack. "Soren." Rael went still. "What?" "Soren," Voss said again, and this time it came out clearer, like the effort of saying it had used the very last of him. "Ashwood. It's Soren." His hand, still pressed to Rael's cheek, went slack. His eyes stayed open, fixed somewhere pas
The harbor erupted. Liam felt it before he saw it, the shift in the air, the particular electric charge of violence about to happen. Warriors pouring from three directions at once. Torches. Steel catching firelight. "Get to the water," Aldric shouted, already moving, already putting his body between the boys and the nearest blade. "The ships. Go!" Rael clutched the ledger against his chest like it was the only solid thing left in the world. They didn't make it ten steps. A wall of Thessaly warriors closed the gap between the storage yard and the docks, cutting off the only clear path back to the vessels. Liam counted six. Then eight. Then stopped counting, because counting wasn't going to help him right now. "Liam...” Rael's voice, tight, desperate. Liam didn't think. He didn't calculate. He simply opened his mouth and let seventeen years of training find its own shape. "Stop." The word came out of him low and absolute, carrying a weight that had nothing to do with
"No," Rael said. Voss blinked. "No?" "You said alone." Rael's jaw was tight, his voice carrying the particular steel he'd developed over years of surviving impossible choices. "I'm not doing that. Not with you." "Rael..." "You faked your death in front of me." His voice cracked on the word death, then hardened right back up. "You let me bury you. I stood at a memorial and said things I meant, about a man who wasn't even gone. I'm not walking off this island alone with you at midnight because you asked nicely." Voss studied him for a long moment. Something in his face flickered, not anger. Something closer to respect. "Fair," he said quietly. "I'm coming," Liam said. Xavier turned. "Liam..." "I'm coming," Liam said again, and there was nothing in his voice that left room for argument. "He's my brother. If he's walking into something tonight, he's not walking into it without me." Voss looked between the two boys, men now, really, though some part of him still seeme
The vessel touched the dock with a soft, grinding shudder, and before Vera could speak another word, before the formal welcome she'd clearly prepared could even begin, a voice cut across the harbor that made every muscle in Aria's body lock rigid with disbelief. "Rael." Just the name. Nothing else. But the voice carried a specific cadence Aria hadn't heard in over two years, a cadence she'd been certain, with absolute finality, she would never hear again. Voss stepped forward from among the assembled warriors, moving past Vera's raised platform without acknowledging her at all, his eyes fixed entirely on the son he'd supposedly died leaving behind. He looked older. Considerably older than two years should have made him, his hair greyer, his frame leaner in the particular way that suggested hardship rather than simple aging. But the face was unmistakably his, the same jaw Rael carried, the same careful, calculating eyes that had once justified a facility built to harvest chil







