ANMELDENARIA'S POVThe contractions were seven minutes apart.Mira had been timing them since we reached the farmhouse, her expression doing the thing where it stayed very calm on the surface and said everything underneath."Talk to me," I said through the tail end of one."You're progressing. Faster than normal for a first labor." She adjusted the blanket beneath me. "The baby is positioned well. That's good.""What's not good?"She hesitated."Mira.""We're six weeks early. Their lungs may not be fully developed." She kept her voice even. "It may not matter. Some early babies come out screaming and perfect. But I want you prepared."I pressed my hand flat against my stomach. The baby was very active now, moving in a way that felt purposeful rather than random. Like they were arranging themselves. Getting ready."They're strong," I said. "You've said so yourself.""I know. And I meant it."Renn appeared in the doorway. She'd been watching the road since we arrived, moving between the window
CAELAN'S POVThe healer's name was Petra.She was sixty if she was a day, small and sharp-eyed, and she stitched my wound like she was mending a torn shirt. No ceremony. No sympathy."You've reopened this twice already," she said, pulling the thread through. "Do it again and no amount of stitching saves you.""Noted.""I mean it. One more rupture and you bleed internally. Die in a forest somewhere. Very undignified for an Alpha.""Former Alpha."She glanced up at that. Just briefly. Then went back to her work. "I heard. Council stripped your title this morning. Official announcement went out at dawn."Something cold settled in my chest. Not surprise. Just the weight of it becoming real."Damon," I called.He appeared in the doorway. "I know. I was going to tell you.""When?""After you stopped bleeding." He leaned against the frame, arms crossed. "It changes nothing about the plan.""It changes everything about the plan. A rogue Alpha crossing Council territory is a target. A former A
ARIA'S POV Callow market smelled like livestock and smoke. We'd arrived before the morning rush, hoods up, moving close to the stalls where the crowd was thickest. Renn had been right about one thing — the noise helped. Hard to track a scent in a place where everything smelled like something else. "Don't stop walking," Renn said quietly, just ahead of me. "Even if you see something that worries you. Keep moving." "I know how to not look suspicious." "You're a very pregnant woman in a hood walking through a market at dawn. You're already suspicious. Just don't make it worse." Mira pressed close on my left side, her bag over her shoulder, eyes moving constantly. She'd been quiet since we left the safe house. The kind of quiet that meant she was thinking hard about something she hadn't decided to say yet. The baby was quiet too. That bothered me more than anything. After the candles, after whatever that ripple had been, they'd settled into a stillness that felt different from sl
ARIA'S POVCallow market smelled like livestock and smoke.We'd arrived before the morning rush, hoods up, moving close to the stalls where the crowd was thickest. Renn had been right about one thing — the noise helped. Hard to track a scent in a place where everything smelled like something else."Don't stop walking," Renn said quietly, just ahead of me. "Even if you see something that worries you. Keep moving.""I know how to not look suspicious.""You're a very pregnant woman in a hood walking through a market at dawn. You're already suspicious. Just don't make it worse."Mira pressed close on my left side, her bag over her shoulder, eyes moving constantly. She'd been quiet since we left the safe house. The kind of quiet that meant she was thinking hard about something she hadn't decided to say yet.The baby was quiet too. That bothered me more than anything.After the candles, after whatever that ripple had been, they'd settled into a stillness that felt different from sleep. More
CAELAN'S POVThe cell was the same as every other night.Cold stone. Distant footsteps. The smell of damp and iron that had soaked into everything after weeks of captivity.Except tonight, something was different.I felt it before I understood it. A pull in my chest. Faint but insistent, like a thread being tugged from far away. The kind of feeling wolves described when their mate was in danger.Or when their mate was gone.I was at the cell bars before I'd fully processed the thought. "Guard."The wolf posted outside my cell didn't look up from whatever he was reading. "Quiet.""I need to speak with someone. Damon. Or Darius. Anyone from my pack.""No visitors after dark.""Then get me Magnus."That made him look up. "You want Magnus.""I want to know where my mate is. And I want to know now."He studied me for a moment, then went back to his reading. "She's in her quarters. Same as always."He believed that. I could tell from his voice, the ease of it, the boredom. He hadn't been to
ARIA'S POVThe safe house was a single room above a grain store.Low ceiling, one window, a cot that sagged in the middle and smelled like old wool. Mira had already checked the perimeter twice. I'd already checked the door latch three times.Neither of us said what we were both thinking.That it had been too easy."Sit down," Mira said, setting her bag on the only table. "Let me check you over. The crate ride wasn't exactly gentle.""I'm fine.""You're six weeks from your due date and you just folded yourself into a wooden box. Sit down."I sat. The baby shifted immediately, rolling in a way that felt less like movement and more like protest. Like they were rearranging themselves after being cramped."Sorry," I murmured, pressing a hand to my side where their foot was lodged against my ribs. "Almost there. Just a little longer.""Talking to them again?" Mira didn't look up from her bag."Is that strange?""No. It's good. Keep doing it." She pulled out her instruments. "They respond t
**CAELAN'S POV**Fifty marks.They wanted fifty marks for her return.It didn't make sense.Fifty marks was nothing. Less than what a decent horse would cost. Less than I'd paid for her at auction. A pittance that any Alpha could produce without straining their coffers even slightly.That was too c
**CAELAN'S POV** I stopped before the fortress gates came into view, my paws sinking into the soft earth. Blood dried along my fur, still warm in places where it hadn't crusted over yet. The kill from the hunt meant nothing now. I shifted. The transformation tore through me sharp and brut
**ARIA'S POV**I woke to darkness and the smell of damp stone.My head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache that made thinking feel like wading through thick mud. My wrists burned from rope that one of them had tied around them, tight enough that the fibers bit into skin with every small movement.
**CAELAN'S POV** The hunt ended very successfully.Blood still stained my muzzle as I led my pack back through the forest, the kill carried behind us by two younger wolves. The metallic tang of it clung to the air, mixing with pine and damp earth. The sun had shifted lower, casting long shadows t







