LOGINMy 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.
NEAHI stand in Alpha Marcus's office at dawn. The letters are spread across his desk. Evidence of twenty years of secrets. Twenty years of protection disguised as surveillance.Marcus sits behind his desk and ages a decade in front of me. The Alpha who was always steady, always calm, always in control crumbles."You know," he says. Not a question."I know you've been reporting on me. I know Elena asked you to watch over me. I know about the Bloodline Project." I pause. "What I don't know is why you never told me the truth."He's silent for a long moment. When he speaks, his voice is raw. "Elena contacted me the night before the crash. Told me what was coming. That the project had found her. That she was going to fake her death to protect you. She asked me to take you in if anything happened.""And you agreed.""I agreed
THEO3 AM. The packhouse is silent except for the occasional creak of old wood settling. I stand outside Alpha Marcus's office with tools I shouldn't have and skills I don't advertise.Neah waits at the window. Outside. Watching. If anyone comes, she taps three times. Our signal.The lock takes forty-five seconds. Not my best time but acceptable given the age of the mechanism. The door swings open. Silent. I slip inside.The office smells like leather and old paper. Moonlight cuts through the window. Just enough to see without turning on lights.I start systematic. Desk first. Files organized by year. Pack finances clean. Alliance documents legitimate. Territory maps current. Nothing suspicious.The cabinets next. More of the same. Records going back decades. Birth certificates. Death certificates. Treaties. The paperwork of running a pack.
NEAHI can't sleep. Can't eat. Can't think about anything except Gregor's words.The fifth member is someone close to you.I sit in the warriors' quarters with every piece of information I have spread across the floor. The photograph. The USB files. The names Marcus gave us. Pack records going back twenty years.Someone close to me. Family. Friend. Pack.I eliminate options. Diane didn't know the full scope until my mother told her. Caleb is impossible. The guys are too young. Elena is confirmed as Subject One, not a council member.That leaves the adults. The ones who were around when the project started.I pull up Iron Valley pack records. Every member. Every transfer. Every visitor logged over the past two decades.And I find it.Alpha Marcus. Caleb's father. The man who raised
LIAMThe war room is packed. Every ranked wolf from both territories. Gregor sits at the head of the table like he never stopped being an Alpha. The authority radiates from him naturally."Twenty years ago, five Alphas and three human scientists formed the Bloodline Project," he begins. "The goal was noble. Strengthen wolf bloodlines. Prevent extinction of smaller packs. Enhance healing abilities. Bridge the gap between humans and wolves.""What changed?" I ask."Ambition. Power. Fear." Gregor's eyes are distant. Remembering. "Elena was one of our first volunteers. She believed in what we were trying to do. Wanted to help. The experiment worked but not the way we expected.""What do you mean?" Neah asks. Her voice is steady but I feel her tension through the bond."The markers didn't activate in Elena. They embedded in her DNA. Passed to the
NEAHA massive wolf appears at the Iron Valley border. Silver gray fur. Old. Scarred. Every movement deliberate. Powerful.He shifts at the tree line. Stands naked except for the scars covering his body and the authority radiating off him like heat from a furnace.Alpha Marcus goes to meet him. Liam and Caleb flank him. Warriors position themselves at strategic points. Ready.I watch from the porch with Theo and Shane. Every instinct screams danger. But something else whispers underneath. Something that feels like recognition even though I've never seen this man before."Who is that?" I ask Theo."I don't know. But every wolf in the territory just submitted without being told." His eyes are sharp. Calculating. "That's not normal Alpha energy. That's something older."The stranger speaks. His voice carries across the dista
LIAMThe restraints were cut clean. Not broken. Not forced. Cut with a blade that knew exactly where to slice. Someone walked into that basement, pulled a knife, and freed a prisoner who had been sent to kidnap my mate.Someone inside Iron Valley Pack.I crouched beside the empty chair and studied
NEAHI heard him before I saw him. Heavy boots on the porch. The front door flying open hard enough to hit the wall. That specific energy that Caleb carried everywhere he went, warm and loud and impossible to ignore."NEAH!"
NEAHI hid the box under a loose floorboard in my room. The same floorboard I used to hide candy bars from Caleb when we were fifteen because the boy could smell chocolate through concrete. The irony of hiding my mother's secrets in the same spot wasn't lost on me.The vial stayed in the box. The d
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