LOGIN86 The western ridge was already a war zone when Decker and Tony arrived. They didn’t enter the fight. They hit it. Hard. Fast. Like a storm breaking through a fragile line. Decker had shifted before the trees even thickened, his massive black wolf tearing through the underbrush with Tony pacing him stride for stride. The sounds reached them before the sight did snarls, the wet crack of bone, a warrior’s grunt cut short. Too many voices. Too controlled. Not chaos. A fight with intention. That was the first thing Decker recognized. The second His wolves were holding, but barely. They were being tested. Pressed. Not overwhelmed. Not yet. Decker exploded into the clearing. The impact alone changed the fight. One rogue had a Dark Mountain warrior pinned, jaws closing in on his throat. Decker hit him from the side with bone-crushing force, sending both wolves skidding across the dirt. He didn’t give the rogue time to recover. His jaws closed around the wolf’s neck and crushed down. A
85 The ride home was quiet in the best way. No tension. No strategy. No shadows creeping into the edges of the conversation. Lotty leaned into Decker’s side in the backseat, her head resting against his shoulder, one hand still loosely wrapped in his. The city lights faded behind them, replaced by long stretches of dark road and the steady hum of the engine. She didn’t say much. She didn’t need to. Decker could feel it through the bond, the warmth, the peace, the rare sense of right that had settled into her after seeing Adam. After hearing his voice in person. After knowing, without doubt, that her old life and her new one hadn’t been torn apart completely. They were… connected. Not easily. Not cleanly. But connected. “You’re quiet,” Decker murmured. Lotty smiled against his shoulder. “I’m happy.” That did something to him. Something deeper than any victory in battle ever had. “Good,” he said. She tilted her head slightly, looking up at him. “You did that.” “No.” “Yes.” He b
84 Lotty came back from the hospital smiling. That alone made Decker’s entire chest loosen. She stepped into their room with Kara and Elin trailing behind her, both female warriors looking far too pleased for wolves who were supposed to have spent the day on guard duty. “There were so many pups,” Elin said before anyone asked. Kara nodded solemnly. “Several attempted escape.” Lotty laughed as she set her bag down. “One shifted under the exam table and refused to come out unless I promised no shots.” Decker stood near the window, already dressed in a dark suit jacket and pressed shirt, watching the light in her face. “You enjoyed it.” “I really did.” Lotty turned toward him, then paused. Her eyes narrowed. “Why are you dressed like that?” Elin looked him over and smirked. Kara wisely looked away. Decker’s mouth curved faintly. “We’re going out.” Lotty blinked. “Out?” “Yes.” “I was expecting dinner here. Maybe a bath. Maybe pretending the world isn’t on fire for one night.”
83 Theron was brought in ten minutes later. Not dragged. Not beaten. Not yet. Jared escorted him with one hand locked around the back of his neck, firm enough to remind the councilman that his rank meant nothing in this room anymore. Tony followed behind them, face unreadable, a folder tucked under one arm. Decker stood in the center of the interrogation room. Waiting. The chair Hale had occupied still sat bolted to the floor. The room still smelled faintly of fear. Theron noticed. His eyes flicked once to the empty chair, once to the dark smear where Hale’s boot had dragged across the stone, then back to Decker. He tried to look composed. He failed. Jared forced him into the chair and locked the restraints around his wrists and ankles. Metal clicked closed, each sound sharp in the cold room. Theron lifted his chin. “Alpha, I think…” Decker moved. Fast enough that Theron didn’t finish the sentence. His hand closed around Theron’s throat not crushing, not yet, but enough to cut o
82 Hale was always going to be the easiest one to break. Decker had known it from the moment Jared dragged him out of that hidden room. Hale was not a warrior. Not really. He knew the movement of servants, meals, linens, doors, keys, and schedules. He understood access. He understood quietly. He understood how to stand in the background while powerful wolves destroyed each other in the foreground. But he did not understand the pain. Not real pain. Not the kind that came when an Alpha looked at you and made you realize every shadow you had hidden inside had already been found. And Theron was going to watch all of it. That was the point. The observation room was cold. Deliberately so. Hale sat in the center chair, wrists bound to the iron arms, ankles locked at the base. His hair was damp with sweat, his face pale, his eyes darting from Decker to Tony to Jared and back again. Behind the reinforced glass, Theron sat in another room. He could see everything. Hear everything. But Hale
81 Decker didn’t tell Lotty she couldn’t be there for the interrogations. He knew better than that now. Instead, he waited until morning, when she was sitting across from him at their small table, eating breakfast and pretending she didn’t know he had already been planning how to keep her away from the lower levels. Lotty looked up from her coffee. “You’re thinking very loudly.” Decker’s mouth twitched. “I wasn’t aware thoughts had volume.” “Yours do.” Across the room, Kara and Elin stood near the door, both wisely pretending not to listen. Lotty set her mug down. “You’re about to suggest something.” “Yes.” “Something that keeps me away from the interrogations.” Decker didn’t even bother denying it. “Yes.” She leaned back in her chair. “At least you’re learning honesty.” “I am.” “So?” she asked. “What’s the excuse?” “Not an excuse.” “Decker.” He folded his hands loosely on the table. “The hospital is doing physicals today for the pups. Infants through young teens. Routine
40 The next two days passed in a blur of long hours and hard decisions. Nothing about the truce was perfect, but it was real. Adam and Decker worked side by side, sometimes agreeing, sometimes clashing, but never once crossing the line into hostility. There were moments, brief ones, where Lotty w
39 The candles had burned down to stubs. Dinner sat half-cleared on the small table, forgotten. The room still carried the faint warmth of what had almost happened, something soft, something intimate, but now it was overshadowed by the sharp edge of reality. Blood had replaced romance. War had in
37 The evening had been planned carefully. Too carefully. Decker had spent most of the afternoon arranging it, quietly coordinating with the kitchen and slipping back upstairs before Lotty could suspect anything. The guards had noticed, of course, nothing happened in the packhouse without someone
36 The meeting room in the packhouse had once been a formal dining hall. Now it has become something else entirely. The long wooden table at the center held maps instead of plates, territory markers instead of candles. Old scars carved into the wood hinted at past arguments, past decisions that ha







