MasukJackson's expression doesn't change. "Frida wants Kai as a shield.""She's using him."Jackson follows her gaze toward the ceiling."She's always used him. Since they were children." He pauses. "She used to break things and put them in his hands before their father walked in. A lamp. A window. Once, a bottle of Garren's favourite perfume. Kai took every beating without saying her name."Ivy stares at him.She shakes her head . "And we walked into this. We left Mystic Valley open, we left my parents —" she stops. Inhaling. "They escaped Garren once. Everything that happened to them, everything that drove them out, it was because of this place. And now I've walked us straight back into the middle of it.""Your parents are safe," Jackson says. "We put a defense team in place in case."He doesn't argue with that.Ivy is quiet for a moment, her hands still on the mattress. Then she asks, "Kai's mother." She watches Jackson's face. "Are we going to be able to find out what happened to her?"
The rooms are side by side at the end of the east wing corridor, separated by a shared wall.Ivy steps into her room and lets the door swing shut behind her.The mattress is untouched. Pillows stacked neatly. Fresh flowers sit in a vase beside the window, their sweet scent mixing with the faint smell of old wood lingering beneath the newer renovations.Her bag is beside the dresser. She reaches for her phone.Nothing.The screen goes dark.A second later it's in her hand again. Still nothing.Her gaze drifts to the door. Kai has been gone too long. The thought settles heavily in her chest.Across the corridor, a door closes.Jackson.She walks straight out the door and knocks on Jackson's."Yes, come in," he answers from inside.Ivy pushes the door open and walks inside.His room is similar — same bones, different mood. Darker, the walls a deep slate grey, the bed dressed in charcoal and white, a low leather couch along one wall beneath a window that looks out over the back of the pro
The room is smaller than Kai remembers.Or maybe he is larger. Been away for so long has a way of doing that — shrinking the spaces that once felt enormous, collapsing the distance between the boy who stood in doorways and the man who now fills them.He steps through and all the Elders rise. Harvey, Wade, Archer, Reed, and Zion's heads dip forward in a bow.Then they sit.Kai slows midway into the room. The movement is hardly perceptible, just enough for his boot to scrape against the floor before he takes another step. For a brief moment, he sees them as they once were—louder, younger, filling spaces with arguments and laughter, sharing opinions that no one requested.The weight of the years crashes down on him all at once. He presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek and nods in acknowledgment before moving to stand in a corner at the back of the room."Here." His father's voice. Garren gestures to the seat at his right, the chair that has always belonged to whoever Garren
Walking through the Alpha's High Point, Kai sees that torches are burning along the entrance despite the afternoon light.The great hall holds hundreds, and today it holds all of them.Pack members fill the floor, shoulder to shoulder, faces tilted forward. The council stands in a raised semicircle to the left. Garren's army lines the walls in full dress uniform, still as pillars, chests lifted, eyes fixed forward.Garren takes the front.The hall goes silent so completely it feels like a held breath."There are moments," he begins, his voice moving through the room without effort, "that a pack carries in its bones long after the day itself is gone."He pauses. His eyes move across the hall slowly."My son left Beacon Hill as a young man." He turns, just briefly, to look at Kai directly. "He left without the send-off he deserved."Kai swallows. The memory of the gate flashes through him. He can still hear it closing."Without — " he grinds his jaw — "enough of his father."The hall is
As the morning sun rises the following day, they arrive at Beacon Hill.Their helicopter descends onto the airfield where their vehicles await. Exhausted, they step out of the helicopter and into the cars. Frida has arranged all transportation, ensuring it's comfortable for everyone. IIvy turns the empty water bottle upside down over her mouth anyway. Not even a drop comes out.She lets it fall into her lap. Her lips feel cracked.Her hair is still tied back, but half of it has escaped. Strands cling to her neck and cheek. She brushes them away once. They fall right back. She leaves them there.Beyond the window, forests roll past in endless stretches of green.She watches them without seeing them.Kai hasn't spoken in forty minutes. His thumb keeps dragging back and forth across the seam of his jeans. He doesn't seem aware he's doing it.Every few minutes his eyes lift to the road ahead before dropping again. The closer they get, the tighter his jaw becomes.Jackson sits with both h
The ride is eerily quiet. Kai absentmindedly stares out the window at the familiar landscape. The routes he’s taken before are like old wounds—recognizable, dull in places, but sharp when he least expects it. He remembers driving these roads when he was younger, when the world around him was different.It was alive.Now, he watches ruin after ruin slip past the glass: buildings stripped down to their frames, storefronts boarded up or abandoned entirely, nature already taking back its territory—weeds breaking through concrete and vines climbing what used to be walls. Swathes of land that should be filled with homes and bustling markets are empty. Hollowed out.His uncle had longed for this day, believed in it until his last moments.Kai clenches his jaw.His mother is somewhere—or nowhere. He still can’t tell which, and that uncertainty inflicts its own slow damage on him.He pushes away the thought that his father might have harmed her. He refuses to jump to conclusions until he can
Ivy's temperament spikes. Power rushes through her body, as if she suddenly realizes she is connected to a live power grid all along. She grips the edge of the massive dining table with one hand and flips it over. The three-hundred-pound oak table flies across the room and crashes into the wall. Wo
She gasps as it takes over her. It's not painful or frightening. It’s just... overwhelming. Like being in warm water. As if every cell in her body is awakening for the first time.The desire filling the room no longer belongs to them; it’s hers now—pure, undeniable, intoxicating.She straightens sl
Two weeks ago, Kai fought this with everything he had.He ran from her. Battled Valor's demands. But the more he struggled, the deeper he sank. He even shot at her just for fun.Tonight?Tonight he surrenders.Not just him. Jackson too.Where's the logical Jackson who reminded Kai about his purpose
One girl can spark change. Ivy demonstrates this in just seven days. She slips into their lives, slowly at first—just a smile here, a laugh there, and a persistent reminder that life doesn't have to be all about war and waiting. Then, more quickly, she spreads through the group until even the most







