LOGINAiden POV
“The Lycan Prince is here!" I heard someone yell before I pushed the door open and stepped into the council room. It was a stone building, and it looked like it was printed right out of an Elizabethan-era magazine.
Did magazines even exist during that period?
Fuck! That new girl was beginning to make me ask myself a lot of silly questions. It was the first thing that popped into my mind when I saw her standing in the middle of her childhood bedroom, looking so small in the middle of all that sparkle.
She looked…
No, Aiden.
Silence fell in the room as I crossed the space, sliding into the chair at the head of the table. The members of my council didn’t take their seats until I was seated.
And even when I was, they made no noise, carefully pulling their seats towards them. They knew how I got with the slightest disturbance. They were scared of me. I could see it in their eyes.
I craved it, even.
“Where is the second prince?” one of the council members asked.
“My brother has a game.”
Someone snickered. He didn't mean to let me hear, but it was already too late, as my eyes zeroed in on him.
“Is there something you wish to say to me?”
He got to his feet, bowing so low that his head almost hit the table. "No, Prince Aiden. I'm sorry."
“You’re sorry for what?”
His lips parted, but no words came out.
"I need an answer, councilman?" My voice was eerily calm. It was one of my greatest strengths. Being calm while delivering a death sentence. "You have one minute before I decide to toss you out of the pack and pronounce you a rogue."
"I… I …" We were very hot creatures, yet sweat broke out on his forehead. "I just thought…. I thought the young prince should be made to understand how the packs work in our region. He's not going to be a kid forever and…"
“Shut up.”
His lips slammed shut at once.
"Now this is to every member of the council, and it is the damn last time I am going to say it. Leave my brother out of council matters until I decide to bring him in. He is none of your business. Are we clear?"
“Yes, Prince,” the chorused.
My father would hate the decision I just made for Marv. Good thing he was too sick to hear a word from anyone's mouth.
He'd brought me up tough, to lack every human emotion and put everything on the line for the packs under my region. He wanted Marv to be that way too, but I refused.
I protected Marv with everything I had, even though the fucker had no idea. He hated me. I was fine with him hating me as long as he didn’t have to sacrifice anything for the region. He needed to be free. I had given up on freedom a long time ago.
"Let's move on," I said, leaning into my seat. "The howling a few hours ago. That was none of us. There is another pack in our territory, and we need to meet with them."
“Meet?”
I nodded. “I want to assume they had no idea this is a region’s territory. We are going to have a friendly chat. Invite them over and get done with it. They should be gone by morning.”
“The meeting is taking place this night?” Another asked.
I turned my attention to him. “Humor me. Would you rather an unknown pack stay in your territory through the night without doing a thing about it?”
He shook his head.
“I thought so. Send the notice to them. We are to assemble back here in two hours. That’ll be midnight. For now, hang around, keep your ears on the ground.”
I suspected something, but until I fully knew what it was, I couldn’t reveal it yet.
Walking back to Westside Eden’s High School, I tried not to think about her scent, still permeating every inch of my car. I tried not to think about how it was the only thing I seemed to focus on, how it stirred my wolf and forced me to take a deep whiff.
“Stop it, Micah,” I told my wolf, walking past the lot. “We don’t know her.”
“We do,” he answered. “She’s our mate.”
“We don’t know that,” I muttered.
“Her scent…”
“She’s human, Micah. It’s probably how all humans smell to me.”
“We both know that’s not true.”
I stopped and took in a deep breath. "Marv likes her. Or at least, I think he does. I'm not going to take her from him. He already hates me."
“But…”
“And she talks too damn much!”
“You are making the wrong decision, Prince Aiden,” Micah whines.
“Well, let me worry about that.”
Forcing him back, I found my mom in the field. The game was over, and she was talking to another mother. But when she saw me, she ended the conversation and walked over.
“What’s going on?”
"I think we might have to impose a curfew," I muttered, scratching my forehead. "A notice has been sent to them, but I know they are not going to come."
“How do you know that, baby?” she whispered, touching my arms. The people around stared at us, the fear and honor in their eyes. It wasn’t every day the Lycan Prince came around here. The things I did for my baby brother.
“I don’t,” I muttered. “But I know they followed the newbie to Westside Eden. I just don’t know why.”
My eyes found her easily. She was with Marv, smiling at something he'd said, one arm wrapped around her lithe frame. She must have known I was looking because in that moment, she turned around and our eyes met.
It must have been strange to her because Mom was looking too.
“Isabella?” She mouthed. “I doubt it. She knows nothing. She’s just a regular human teenager.”
I didn't think there was anything normal about Isabella, but I kept it to myself.
“I need everyone inside their homes by the end of this game,” I said, sighing.
“Aiden…”
I pulled my eyes away from Isabella, knowing that sound in Mom’s voice.
“What?”
“The kids are planning a party to celebrate their win…”
“Call it off.”
"That's the thing." She shifted uneasily on her feet. "Marv is looking for ways to convince Isabella to stay back, and this party is one of them. He already invited her. You're going to be breaking his heart if you call it off without telling him the reason."
“I can’t tell him the reason.”
“I know.”
“Urghhh!” I groaned. “I guess I have a party to attend then.”
Isabella POV "You can't just keep avoiding this conversation, sweetie."My mom's voice came through the phone tight with the specific kind of patience that meant she was two sentences away from losing it entirely. I sat cross-legged on my bed, staring at the ceiling instead of at anything real."I'm not avoiding it. I'm just... thinking.""You've been thinking for three weeks. The flight's in twelve days, Bells. I need to know if you're coming home for good or just for a visit.""I don't know yet.""That's not really an answer anymore." She sighed, and I could picture her exactly, standing in our old kitchen with one hand on her hip, the same way she always stood when a conversation was about to get real. "I know things with your dad have been better. I'm glad, genuinely. But better isn't the same as fixed, and I need you to think really carefully about whether staying there is actually good for you, or if it's just... comfortable, right now, in a way that feels good but isn't.""It'
Isabella POV He looked like he hadn't slept in days.I spotted him at his locker before first period, shoulders hunched in a way I'd never seen from him, dark circles under his eyes so pronounced they looked almost bruised. Whatever had happened after that phone call yesterday, it had clearly cost him something."Hey." I approached carefully, the way you'd approach something wounded. "You disappeared yesterday. You never texted back.""I've been busy." His voice was flat, exhausted, none of the usual careful control behind it... just tired, all the way through."Busy doing what? Aiden, you looked terrified when you left. I've been worried.""You don't need to worry about me.""That's not really something you get to decide for me." I kept my voice gentle despite the frustration underneath it, watching him flinch slightly at the words. "What happened?""I can't talk about it.""You keep saying that.""Because it keeps being true." He finally looked at me, and whatever exhaustion had be
Isabella POV Me: you good?Me: aiden?Me: ok i'm starting to worry, can you just say somethingI set my phone face-down on the table for the fourth time in an hour, which lasted exactly as long as it took me to flip it back over and check again."Okay, that phone has been face-down and face-up more times than I've blinked today," Sheila said, sliding into the seat across from me at lunch. "What's going on?""Aiden left school yesterday like the building was on fire. Wouldn't tell me why. Hasn't answered a single text since." I dropped my head onto the table, forehead against the cool plastic tray. "I don't even know why I'm this worried about it. He's not my responsibility.""But you are worried about it.""Obviously I am." I lifted my head just enough to glare at her. "That's the whole problem.""Have you tried Marv?""He's not answering either. Which, honestly, is scarier than Aiden not answering, because Marv answers everything within four minutes, minimum.""Okay, that is genuine
Aiden POV Faster, Micah snarled, pacing the inside of my skull like the car wasn't already doing ninety down a road built for sixty. Something's wrong. Something's very wrong.I know.I'd known it the second my father's voice cracked on the phone... not the controlled, measured tone he'd used my entire life, but something raw and frightened underneath it, a sound I don't think I'd heard from him since I was a child.The chambers were chaos by the time I got there. Three council members crowded the hallway outside my father's room, voices overlapping, none of them making any actual sense."What happened?" I grabbed the nearest one... Elder Prisca... by the shoulder. "Tell me what happened.""He collapsed an hour ago. We couldn't reach you fast enough." Her face was pale, genuinely shaken in a way I'd never seen from her. "The healer's with him now. It's worse than any of us expected, Aiden."I pushed past her into the room.My father looked smaller than I'd ever seen him, propped up a
Isabella POV I found Aiden by his car after school and didn't give him a chance to walk away this time."Who is he?" I held my phone up before he could say anything, the zoomed-in portrait filling the screen. "This man. He's in a photo with my dad from decades ago, and he's hanging on a wall in your family's building. So don't tell me it doesn't mean anything, because I already know it does."Aiden went very still, staring at the screen like it had physically struck him."Where did you get this?""That's not the point. The point is you're going to tell me who he is.""Isabella...""No." I lowered the phone but held my ground, refusing to back down the way I had every other time he'd tried to shut me out. "I'm so tired of everyone in this town knowing something about my own life that I don't. My dad won't talk. Marv won't talk. You never talk. I found a bloody scrap of jacket, I overheard a council meeting about me by name, and now I'm looking at proof that my father knew somebody con
Isabella"Who was he?"Jacob didn't look up from his coffee. "Who was who?""Don't." I sat down across from him at the kitchen table, the same table he'd been hunched over at midnight with a box of old photographs. "The guy in the picture. Your friend. I want a real answer this time, not 'nobody' and not 'old friend, doesn't matter.'""Bells, it really doesn't matter.""It mattered enough that you spent half the night going through a box of old photos and then locked every window in the house afterward." I kept my voice steady, even though my hands weren't. "That's not nothing, Dad."He set his mug down slowly, and for a second I actually thought he might tell me... the same flicker of almost-honesty I'd seen from him before, right at the edge of breaking through."He was someone I knew a long time ago," he said finally. "Before you were born. It's ancient history. It has nothing to do with your life.""Then why did seeing James yesterday make you look like you'd seen a ghost?""I did







