MasukLIAMThe plan was solid. I hated every inch of it.Not because it wouldn't work. Neah's tactical instincts were sharper than wolves who had been planning assaults for decades. The tunnel approach was the right call. The frontal distraction was the right call. The timing, the positioning, the extraction route. All right.The part where the woman my wolf had crossed three territories to find crawled alone through a collapsed drainage tunnel into enemy territory was the part that made Kain claw at the inside of my skull until my vision went red.I stood in the hallway after she walked away. Her scent lingered. Lavender and honey and sweat from the war room. My fingers still held the ghost of her skin. The trail down her forearm. Wrist to palm to fingertips. Each point of contact seared into my nerve endings like a brand.She said she'd try. Not a promi
NEAHI stared at the photo until my vision blurred. Then I turned around and walked back downstairs.Liam was still at the island. He looked up when I entered. Read my face. His body went rigid."What happened?"I put the phone on the counter between us. Screen up. The photo of Mara glowing in the dark kitchen like an accusation.He looked at it. His control fractured. Not the dramatic, explosive fracture of a man who wore his emotions on the surface. The deep, tectonic kind. The kind that happened underground. His jaw clenched so hard I heard the bones grind. His hands gripped the counter edge. The wood creaked."That's Mara," he said. His voice was barely a sound. "Ryan's mate.""I know who she is. You told me.""She's seven months pregnant.""I know that too."
NEAHI couldn't sleep. My brain wouldn't shut off. Guard rotations and tunnel dimensions and fifty-one hostages and a mole in our ranks spinning through my head like a machine with no off switch.I gave up at 1:47 AM. Pulled on a sweatshirt and padded downstairs for water. The packhouse was dark. Warriors sleeping in every available space. Bodies on floors and couches. The air heavy with the restless energy of people preparing for war.The kitchen light was off. I filled a glass by feel. Drank half of it standing at the sink. The cold water hit my empty stomach and reminded me I hadn't eaten since morning."There's leftover chicken in the fridge."I didn't jump. My body had already registered his presence before his voice confirmed it. That shift in the atmosphere. That pull. The way the air got heavier and warmer and charged with something that liv
NEAHNobody asked me to take charge. I just did. Because nobody else was moving fast enough and fifty-one wolves didn't have time for Alpha egos and territorial posturing.I stood over the map and let my brain do what it did best. Patterns. Angles. Blind spots. The compound layout was military grade but military grade didn't mean perfect. Every fortress had a weakness. You just had to think like water and find the crack."Guard rotations run on a six-hour cycle," Jax said, standing across the table from me. "Four positions on the perimeter. Two inside the cell block. Marcus has about thirty wolves loyal to him plus whatever mercenaries the Bloodline Project supplied.""Thirty wolves against how many do we have?""Iron Valley has sixty combat-ready warriors," Caleb said from behind me. His voice was measured. Controlled. The Alpha stepping up despite the chaos in his personal life
LIAMThe secret I had been drowning under for days was now lying on the packhouse floor like a body nobody could ignore.Jax delivered the full report in the living room while everyone gathered. His voice was military crisp. Efficient. The voice of a man who had learned to compartmentalize horror into digestible briefings.Marcus had control of Shadow Peak. The compound was locked down. Fifty-three wolves loyal to me were imprisoned in the underground cells. Two were already dead. Ryan, a twenty-two-year-old warrior whose mate was seven months pregnant. And Helen, the pack healer who delivered me when I was born. Sixty-four years old. Hands that had brought life into the world for three decades. Marcus killed her to prove a point.The room was full. Neah. Caleb. Theo. Shane. Miles. Diane. Alpha Marcus. Vanessa. Every face reflected a different shade of the same horror.Except Neah's face. Neah's face reflected nothing. And that scared me more than anything Marcus could do."The demand
NEAHThe warriors' quarters were dark. I sat on the cot with my back against the wall and the box open on my lap and I let the silence eat me alive.Everyone had lied to me.My mother faked her death and watched from the shadows for three years. Diane sat across the dinner table every night knowing the truth and swallowing it with her food. Liam deleted a message from my phone while I slept twenty feet above him and then looked me in the eyes and said no when I asked if anything came through.And Caleb. Caleb didn't lie. He just forgot I existed the moment someone more important walked through the door. Which was its own kind of betrayal. The quiet kind. The kind that didn't announce itself. Just settled into your bones like cold weather and stayed.I looked at the contents of the box. The documents in a language I couldn't read. The USB drive with my name on a dead list. The photograph of my mother standing with strangers wearing matching silver bracelets. The vial of blood labeled w
LIAMI tried four times.The first time was at breakfast. Neah was alone in the kitchen pouring coffee. Her braids were pulled back tight and the bandage on her arm was fresh. She looked up when I walked in and something in her eyes softened. Just barely. Just enough to make my chest crack open.I
NEAHThe nightmare started the same way. Screeching tires. Metal folding. Glass exploding.Then it shifted.The car disappeared. I was standing in a forest. Dark. Dense. Barefoot on cold ground. Behind me, howling. Not one wolf. Many. Moving through the trees like a coordinated hunt.I ran. They we
THEOI sat with the footage for six hours before I made my move.Not because I needed time to decide what to do. I knew what to do. The question was how. Strategy wasn't about knowing the right answer. It was about knowing the right sequence.Option one: tell Neah immediately. Show her the footage.
THEOFacts don't lie. People do.I learned that when I was eleven and my father told me my mother left because she needed space. She didn't need space. She needed a different man. But facts were inconvenient for my father so he rearranged them into a story he could live with.I never rearranged fac







