LOGINNEAH
The knife hit the floor with a metallic clatter that echoed through the corridor. Marcus's hand stayed on my throat. Not squeezing. Just there. A reminder of power differential. Wolf versus human. Predator versus prey.
"Smart girl," he said.
"Practical girl. There's a difference."
His smile didn't reach his eyes. "You came here to save them. Noble. Stupid. But noble. I can r
NEAHI stand on the packhouse steps watching that SUV approach. My mother is coming. The woman who faked her death. Who let me grieve for three years. Who called from Caleb's phone and shattered what was left of my normal life.The last time I saw her was Silverpine Bridge. She looked haunted then. Thin and desperate and carrying secrets like stones.She said she would come when it was safe.It is not safe. Not even close.Which means something forced her hand.I turn to Diane standing beside me. "My mother will be here in less than an hour."Diane goes pale. Her hand grips the porch railing. But she nods. "I will prepare a room.""You do not have to see her.""Yes I do. We have things to say to each other." Her voice is steady despite the color draining from her face. "Things tha
NEAHI run to the nearest bathroom. Slam through the door and grip the sink. Stare at my reflection.My eyes are gold.Not amber like when a wolf's eyes flash before shifting. Not hazel catching light. Gold. Pure liquid gold like sunlight trapped in glass.I lean closer to the mirror. Blink. The color does not change. My irises glow bright and metallic. Beautiful in a way that makes my stomach twist.What am I becoming?The gold fades. Slowly. Like water draining from a basin. Thirty seconds and my dark brown eyes return. Normal. Human.But the afterimage burns in my memory.Liam appears in the doorway behind me. Our eyes meet in the mirror. His expression is careful. Controlled. But through the bond I feel his concern. And beneath that, wonder."We need Dr. Sera," he says quietly
NEAHSeven days. That is all we have before the compound assault. I train like my life depends on it.Because it does.My body is different now. I notice it in every session. The way I move. The way I react. I am faster than I was a month ago. Not wolf fast. But the gap is closing.Caleb comes at me full speed in the training ring. I match him for thirty seconds before he finally overwhelms me. A month ago I could not match him for five.He shifts back to human form. Breathing hard. Grinning. "You are getting scary fast.""Not fast enough.""Fast enough that I actually had to try. That is new."I wipe sweat from my forehead. My hands are shaking. Not from exhaustion. From the adrenaline still coursing through me. And something else. That second pulse beneath my ribs beating faster than my human heart.
LIAMWe Move in Seven DaysThe war room is packed. Both packs. Iron Valley and Shadow Peak warriors shoulder to shoulder around the table. Gregor Voss sits at the far end. His presence still makes my wolf uneasy but his intelligence is invaluable.Jax spreads satellite images across the table. The mountain compound. Three structures built into rock face. Guard towers. Razor wire perimeter. The kind of security that screams military operation."Kessler is accelerating production," Jax says. He taps one of the images. "Thermal signatures suggest increased activity in the west wing. That is the serum lab. We intercepted communications yesterday. He is pushing to have combat-ready units operational within seven days."Seven days. The timeline tightens around us like a noose."After that?" Caleb asks."After that the numbers s
NEAHSomething Is Waking UpThe medical wing smells like antiseptic and wolf. Dr. Sera moves around me with efficient precision. Blood pressure cuff. Stethoscope. Reflex hammer. I sit on the exam table in a tank top and jeans while she catalogs everything my body is becoming.Liam stands against the far wall. Arms crossed. Eyes tracking every movement Dr. Sera makes. He has not left since we walked in an hour ago."Heart rate is fifty-two beats per minute," Dr. Sera says. She pulls the stethoscope from her ears. "That is significantly slower than your baseline three weeks ago.""Is that bad?""Not bad. Different. Wolf resting heart rate averages between fifty and sixty. Human averages seventy to eighty. You are shifting closer to wolf physiology."She makes a note on her tablet. Moves to test my reflexes. The little hammer taps my knee. My leg kicks faster than it should. She frowns. Taps again. Same result."Reflexes are forty percent faster than your last assessment."I look at my h
My Uncle Built MeThe training grounds are empty before dawn. Just cold metal bleachers and the weight in my chest that will not lift.Uncle Nathan designed me. Not like family. Like a blueprint. Every rejection after the crash. Every door that closed. The path that led me to Diane. To Iron Valley. To wolves.None of it was accident.All of it was engineered to activate my markers.I should be angry. I was angry. But somewhere between the compound and this morning, the rage burned itself out. What sits in my chest now is colder. Harder. The clarity that comes from realizing you were never unlucky.You were a game piece. And now you know who moved you across the board.Footsteps on gravel. I do not turn. I know the sound of his walk. The weight. The rhythm. The way air shifts when he gets close.Liam sits beside me. Near enough that his arm almost brushes mine. He does not speak. Does not ask questions.He is learning."My whole life was a setup," I say. My voice sounds distant. Flat.
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.
NEAHTheo drove. I sat in the passenger seat with my knife on my lap and my jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached. The sun wasn't fully up yet. The town was empty. Street lights casting orange pools on wet asphalt. Everything looked the same as it always did but nothing felt the same. Nothing would
NEAHThe room stopped. My lungs stopped. My heart stopped. Everything in the world just ceased to exist except the sound of breathing on the other end of this phone call."Neah, honey, I know this is a shock. I need you to breathe for me."I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I couldn't think. My b
NEAHI didn't sleep. I sat on my bed with my back against the wall and my knife on my lap and I stared at the door until the sun came up. Every creak in the house made my hand tighten on the grip. Every shadow that moved across the window made my heart jump.Theo stayed downstairs. I heard him paci







