Mag-log inEMBER’S POV“But if I’d—”“If you’d WHAT? Figured out on the spot how to control a power that nobody alive seems to understand? Come on, Ember. You shot a man. You fought trained soldiers. You gave Maurice and me a plan that almost worked. You did everything a human being could do in that situation and then some. The fact that you ALSO have a supernatural wolf inside you that operates on its own schedule doesn’t make the things you DID count for less.”I lower my hands from my eyes and look at her.“We need help,” I say. “Someone who understands what Sapphire is and how she works and why she responds to some things and not others. Because I can’t keep walking into rooms with this thing inside me and not knowing whether she’ll save lives or burn the building down or sit there doing nothing while people die.”“Do we know anyone who—”“No. That’s the problem. Nathaniel has theories, but Nathaniel’s theories are what got us here in the first place. The woman with the crest and the twin gi
EMBER’S POVThe hospital smells like every hospital I’ve ever been in, which is too many hospitals for a woman my age.Antiseptic and recycled air and the faint, sweet undertone of something floral that the ventilation system pumps through the corridors to mask the fact that people come here to find out whether their lives are about to change for the worse.Maurice went into surgery two hours ago. I wait in a terrible, beige room filled with violently uncomfortable chairs.The television in the corner plays a cooking show on mute.I watch a woman silently chop onions, acutely aware that a team of strangers is cutting open my father’s chest in a sealed room nearby.Queenie sits right beside me.She has gripped my hand continuously since the ambulance ride, maintaining a desperate, unrelenting hold.She uses this physical anchor to actively block out reality, knowing that releasing her grip forces her to finally process the trauma of the last four hours.Which I know she is not ready fo
KNOX’S POV“The council has every right to—”“The council has every right to explain how Harrison Crawford showed up here with six armed men while YOUR surveillance team sat parked down the road and did nothing.” I let that land and watch it hit. “Your men were here, James. They watched Harrison arrive. They watched him open fire on this house. And they sat in their vehicles while he murdered his own son, shot a civilian, and put a bullet in his own head. So before you start asking ME questions, you might want to prepare some answers of your own.”James doesn’t flinch. The advisors behind him do.“I’m certain the timing can be explained—”“I’m sure it can. But here’s what I can’t explain.” I step closer. “How did Harrison know to come HERE? This address. This house. Middle of nowhere, unmarked, unremarkable. He didn’t stumble across it, James. He came with coordinates, a plan, and a team. Somebody pointed him straight at this door.” I tilt my head. “Who do you think that was?”The sil
KNOX’S POVThe guards look at me. I’m standing in the storage room doorway, my mouth open, because the man I just offered freedom to is requesting a cage.“Logan. I just offered you safe passage. You can LEAVE.”“I don’t want your safe passage,” he says, staring straight ahead at the doorway. “I don’t want your mercy or your guilt or your freedom. Burn my company to the ground and strip my accounts. I want nothing. I just want a cell. I want four walls and a floor, because nothing is exactly what I have left. I would rather sit inside that truth than play pretend under a new identity.”The guards are still looking at me, waiting for confirmation.I nod. Because what else can I do? You can’t force a man to accept freedom when prison is the only structure his grief will fit inside.They cuff him. He gives up his wrists with patient, empty cooperation. The arrest means absolutely nothing to him.The only sentence that matters was already delivered by a bullet in that storage room.Nathan
KNOX’S POVThe promise in it is so calm and so menacing that Nathaniel actually lets go.He takes a deliberate step back, looking at me with the expression of a man who has completely run out of approaches.I cross the room and drop to one knee right in his line of sight. Dead centre. Eye level.I put myself close enough that turning away means moving Gale’s body, anchoring Logan exactly where I want him.I keep my hands entirely to myself. I keep my voice completely level.“I need the location and the passcode. Give me those, and you walk out of here. Same deal as the warehouse—safe passage, a new identity, a complete disappearance. We guarantee absolute distance. A clean slate. Logan Reeves ceases to exist.”Logan looks up from Gale’s body. The vacancy in his expression shatters, replaced by a low, scraping sound that claws its way out of his throat.It is a laugh completely devoid of sanity—broken, hollow, and utterly psychopathic.“Why should I care?” he asks, a deranged smile pul
KNOX’S POV“I understand that,” Nathaniel says, his tone stubbornly pragmatic. “But no one is going to fucking buy that arrows did this kind of damage. Their men were standing outside. They felt the entire house rumble.”“Then tell them there was an earthquake,” I snap, the edge of my control fraying. “Tell them it was a sinkhole, a freak storm, a gas explosion—fucking something. But the absolute last thing we are going to do is throw Ember under the bus.”Nathaniel holds my gaze for a long, heavy second.“Harrison’s men used incendiary bolts,” I state flatly.“They didn’t.”“Nathaniel.” I look at him, and the look is the exact one I’ve been giving him since I was seventeen. It means: this is the story. Make it work. “Harrison’s men used incendiary bolts. The structural damage to the storage room is consistent with a small thermal detonation during the assault. Document it that way.”He holds my gaze for a beat. Then nods.I take the scene.I bypass the chaos entirely, walking straigh
EMBER’S POV“I want to recover here. In this penthouse. Not locked away somewhere safe and isolated.”And there it is. The trade she’s been building toward.I almost laugh.“You want to stay here,” I repeat slowly. “With us. With Knox.”“You heard me. What part of dying don’t you seem to understand
EMBER'S POVI'm terrified this will ruin the moment. This fragile, beautiful thing we've built under the Northern Lights.But I'm tired of everyone telling me what to think about Knox. Tired of Gale's poison and Rayana's warnings and rumors whispered behind hands at cocktail receptions.We don't ow
EMBER’S POVI stare down at Knox on his knees, my pulse slamming so hard I can feel it between my legs. He's grinning up at me like a wolf who's already tasted blood, gold eyes glowing, fangs just barely peeking past his lip.I fold my arms, pretending my thighs aren't already trembling."What do I
EMBER’S POV(PRESENT)We stay tangled together for a long time, neither of us willing to be the first to let go. His hand strokes through my hair.My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. The room is quiet except for our breathing and the distant hum of something mechanical — a generator, mayb







