Se connecterAva’s POVThe manor felt different when everyone was getting ready for something. The kind of focus that sinks into the walls and floors into the air itself. Every person moving around already knew what tonight would ask of them. And they'd already decided to give it.Luca was in the study running ops, juggling a dozen things without breaking a sweat.Sera was on the training field pushing Theo through one last sequence. She's a believer in preparation. Like, really believes.Leo sat at the kitchen table with papers spread everywhere, phone in hand. Guy came from the wrong side of all this, and now he's making himself useful on the right one.And Jamie?Jamie was in the library.I found her in the armchair by the window, drinking tea, reading one of Damian's books. The worn kind. The kind someone's read more than once. She looked… settled. Or at least she was trying to.She looked up when I came in. Looked at me once. Then again, slower.“Oh,” she said dramatically.“Don’t,” I retorte
Damian's POVThe plan was made. Orders had been given. Positions had been assigned. The pack would move before nightfall. By the time the sun set over the mountain, every variable we could control would already be in place.It should have been enough to settle the house. But it wasn't.I stood at the study window, watching the grounds below without really seeing them. Two vehicles moving south. A warehouse that wouldn't be used. A mountain that would and a woman who had just chosen to walk toward a fight she didn't yet understand.The door opened behind me. Quiet. I didn't turn. I didn't need to. The bond had already shifted because it was Ava. Her presence filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with space. The territory responded to her even here. Faint, but unmistakable.“You sent for sera” she said.“Yeah.”“She's already organizing the field teams.”That didn't surprise me.“What about you?” I asked.I paused for a beat “I'm ready.” Then I turned.She stood near the doo
Ava's POVJamie took one look at the manor in the morning light. "It's bigger every time I see it." she said, even though she had only been here once before and under circumstances that hadn’t left much room for observation.Luca met us at the door. He looked at Jamie with the same assessment he applied to every new presence in the manor's security perimeter. Jamie met him without flinching, direct and steady in a way that said she wasn’t intimidated. After approximately four seconds of mutual assessment, they arrived at an unspoken agreement.Then Luca stepped aside."Priya says hello," Jamie said as she passed him.A flicker of recignition crossed his face."Of course she does."Theo appeared from somewhere in the manor, looking like he had been awake for a while. He looked at the group coming through the door, then landed on Jamie specifically. Open and curious."You must be Jamie," "And you must be Theo," she parroted. "Ava mentioned you."He glanced at me with open delight. "I t
Ava's POVThe city was still mostly asleep.That specific quality of five in the morning where the streets belonged to nobody in particular; the delivery trucks, the early joggers, the people whose lives ran on schedules the rest of the city did not share. The SUV moved through it quickly. I tracked every intersection, every alley, every parked car with the territorial awareness that had become my baseline.Nothing wrong yet. But somewhere in my mind i knew the ‘yet’ had weight.I noticed Leo drove the way Luca drove. Efficiently, taking the route that got us there fastest without appearing to be in a hurry. Damian sat beside me in the back. His hand was in mine on the seat between us. For the anchor.The bond was humming raw, the way it had been since I read Jamie's text and understood what it meant. Every instinct pointed in the same direction. Toward Magazine Street.I replayed what Leo said. Twelve minutes, he had said. Maybe less if she has people already staged.I had been count
Ava's POVI woke up with my heart already racing. It kept ringing in my mind. One word. One name.Selene.Not Marcus. Not Vincenzo. Not Adrian. Just…Her.Six years.The number pressed hard in my chest as I stared at the dark ceiling. Six years of planning. Six years of building something no one saw coming.Already laying foundations while other survivors were still digging graves. That wasn't instinct. That was war.I pushed the covers off. The air was cold on my skin. Damian's arm was still around me. He didn't move. Not even a shift in breathing. That should have worried me more than it did.I lifted his arm carefully, slid out, and didn't look back.---The hallway was dark. The stairs creaked twice on the way down. I knew which ones, stepped over them without thinking.The moment my bare feet hit the first floor, the territory snapped into place, an awareness sharp and immediate, like a muscle I'd learned to flex without realizing it.I made coffee because i had to keep my mind bu
Ava's POVSera did not go easy on me. She never did. But today was different. Today she pushed with the specific focused intensity of someone who had received information she was not going to share directly but that was visible in every drill she ran and every correction she made and every time she reset and came at me again without giving me the full breath I was hoping for.She knew about the anchor threat.She had not said so. But Sera communicated through what she chose to train rather than through what she said and today she was training me specifically for one scenario. Protecting myself when Damian was not there to anchor the power.We had been working for an hour before I said it out loud. "You know..."She attacked mid sentence. I moved without thinking, the wolf already responding before my brain caught up with what my body was doing."Know what?" "About the anchor. About what they need to do before they can attempt the ritual."She came at me again. Faster this time. I def
Damian's POVWe spent three hours at Odette's kitchen table and by the end of the first hour I understood that the woman who had suppressed her bloodline and built a quiet human life and died of cancer without telling her daughter any of this had spent the three years before the fire doing somethin
Ava's POVThe boy's name was Remy.His grandmother's name was Odette Thibodaux and she was eighty one years old and she had been the last Elder of the Ashmoon Clan before the fire.Not a wolf herself. Something older than wolf, a human woman born into a family that had served the Ashmoon Clan for f
Damian's POV The property recognized her. I felt it when we turned through the tree line, a shift in the quality of the land's attention, the specific way very old territory responds to bloodlines it has known before. Pack land holds memory the way old wood holds scent, deep and permanent, prese
CHAPTER TWENTY — Blood and MoonAva's POVThe garden was different at night. Not just darker. Different in the way places are different when you arrive at them carrying something significant, when the location becomes part of the event rather than just the setting for it. The snow reflected the moo







