로그인EMBER’S POV“Sapphire told me to scream.” The words come out simpler than the memory deserves. “Rafael was on top of me. I couldn’t fight him. My wolf had been silent for days, and then suddenly she was THERE, louder than she’d ever been. She said trust me. She said scream. So I opened my mouth, and what came out wasn’t my voice. It was something older and bigger, and it came from a place in me I didn’t know existed. It hit everyone in the room, like some form of wave. Rafael flew off my body. The guards dropped. And then they just… turned. On each other. Like whatever I’d released had scrambled something fundamental in them. Their training, their loyalty, their ability to tell friend from enemy — all of it was gone. They started firing at each other, fighting each other, and I ran.”Nobody speaks for a moment. Nathaniel writes on the board: SAPPHIRE — COMMAND / OVERRIDE.“That’s consistent with ancient texts about a specific type of wolf that hasn’t existed in generations,” he says.
EMBER’S POVA sound escapes him. Broken and startled, a small laugh that somehow makes it through the madness.“You’re insane,” he says. “You want me to make the man who killed sixty-three people a hypothetical GODPARENT.”“I want you to sit back down in that chair and hold me and let me anchor you while we figure out what the hell we do next. The godparent discussion, hypothetical or otherwise, can wait until I’ve had significantly more coffee and significantly less trauma.”His hand opens.Nathaniel drops to the floor in a heap, gasping, clutching his throat. Queenie doesn’t rush to him this time. Rather, she turns away, going to the window with her back to the room and her arms around herself, and the distance between her and her husband on the floor is three feet and a thousand miles simultaneously.Knox’s arms close around me. Crushing. His face in my neck, his body shaking, and the claws retract against my back one by one, human fingers replacing them, and the gold drains fro
EMBER’S POV“THEY WERE QUIET.” The scream tears out of him, the gold in his eyes BLAZES, the claws punch through on both hands, and the chair creaks under the force of his body going rigid. “They were so quiet, and I still found them and the boy LOOKED at me, Ember, he looked at me right before I—”He can’t finish. The sound that replaces words is something I hope I never hear again as long as I live. The sound of a man’s soul hitting a wall it can’t survive, and the impact echoes through every room he’ll ever walk into for the rest of his life.He stands. I slide off. He crosses the room toward Nathaniel with a speed that isn’t human, his body moving on feral autopilot, claws fully extended, gold eyes burning with sixty-three deaths that just found their architect.“YOU.” The word is barely recognisable through the shift. “You drugged me. You lowered the threshold. You made SURE the gene would overwhelm the bond. And then you pointed me at a room full of people, and you WATCHED.”“I
EMBER’S POVKnox makes a sound. A low and guttural sound coming from somewhere deeper than his chest, somewhere that lives in the spine and the blood and the ancient lineage of what he is. His hand on my hip goes rigid.“But here’s the part I can never undo.” Nathaniel’s voice is breaking now. “Celeste agreed to the test. She agreed because she loved you, and she wanted you cured because she believed your distance could be fixed if the feral gene was gone. She would have done anything I asked if I told her it would fix the gene. If it would make you feel closer to her at heart. But Celeste had her own—” He stops and clears his throat. “She had her own feelings about Kieran. Feelings she’d been navigating for months. Feelings I KNEW about and used as leverage because a scenario with genuine chemistry would be more convincing than a purely staged one.”All breaths are held.“To the best of my knowledge,” Nathaniel continues, barely above a whisper, “the test was supposed to be containe
EMBER’S POVNathaniel nods. “Logan was hunting for ammunition during the trial, and maybe far before they made it known. He kept circling the night Celeste died, perhaps in a bid to use her case against Knox. But I believe he stumbled on something else. Something larger that no effort of my cover-up could completely erase. I’d documented a rogue attack in papers in case questions were ever asked, but there isn’t enough that can be done when you are hiding the gruesome death of over 60 people. He had sources who could easily confirm it. He was getting close.” Nathaniel draws a line on the board: FLASH DRIVE with an arrow pointing to LOGAN. “I calculated that if I gave him something scandalous enough to feel like a victory, something that would damage the trial, but not be disastrous enough to destroy Knox’s reign, Logan would stop digging. The recording of Knox and Ember’s original arrangement was embarrassing, damaging to the trial, but survivable. The flash drive is not survivable.”
EMBER’S POV“But… It’s been ten years.” I swallow. “Have they… Did they ever come looking?”“Not yet. Which means either they don’t know she’s dead, or they know and they’re biding their time. That’s one of the reasons the cover-up had to be absolute. If the eastern packs discovered that the Lycan King killed one of their own, even in a feral episode, even without intent, I fear what might befall us.”“The eastern packs,” I repeat slowly. “You keep saying that like I should know what it means. I don’t. What are we actually talking about here?”Knox answers before Nathaniel can. His voice is low, flat, and drained of everything except the severity of the information itself.“The Great East. The oldest wolf bloodlines in existence. They ruled before councils existed, before territories were drawn, before any of the structures we operate under were even conceived. They don’t follow North American pack law because they predate it by centuries. They have their own governance, their own mil
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
KNOX’S POVHe blinks, the picture of innocence. “I’m not sure I understand. I explained the purpose quite clearly at the beginning of the evening. Conflict resolution. Closure. An opportunity for all parties to—”“Bullshit.”The word is deadpan, and I see Logan’s head snap up, see Gale’s sobbing st
EMBER’S POVI slump back into my seat unconsciously, not realizing how rigidly I’d been holding myself until the tension drains away.Knox lifts our entwined hands to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles, his eyes on me.It slows the tightening in my chest. Loosens the knot that Harrison’s qu
EMBER’S POV“Because I saw you on the news.” His voice cracks again. “During a press conference. I saw you standing up there, speaking to the camera, saying five words they have haunted me every night. You are dead to me. And though it wasn’t directed at me, I felt it so much. I felt it down to my







