LOGINAva'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 POVThe first message arrived before dawn. A formal pack communication delivered through the old channels the wolf world used when something required acknowledgment rather than conversation.A single line from the Alpha of North Ridge. Luca brought it to me while I stood at the study window, watching the manor grounds emerge in the early gray light. He placed the message on the desk, which I took and read twice. “How many wolves have acknowledged it?”“That’s the only formal communication so far, but pack network traffic has been running at three times its normal volume since midnight.” He placed his tablet beside the message. “I’ve been monitoring.”I glanced at the screen. Wolf pack communications weren’t public and not digital in the ordinary sense. The network had existed in various forms long before the internet. The traffic volume alone told the story. Something significant had happened and the wolf world was talking about it.“Stone Valley?” I asked with a confused l
Ava's POVFrom what Elena told me,The ceremony was nit the end. After the ceremony comes the final bond sealing. I had asked her what the ‘final bond sealing’had meant, but all I got was a smile. A very suspicious one that made it clear she was enjoying my confusion. “You'd figure out soon.” That had been her answer which, not in a way had been helpful.What else was I supposed to witness after such a disturbing and tiresome night? And to be very honest I must say I wasn't prepared for this new me. The Ashmoon Power. The werewolf world. Everything felt enormous and new…and slightly overwhelming. But all along with the power had come something unexpected. Confidence. Assurance. Like a quiet voice inside me reminding me that I belonged here, even if I didn’t understand everything yet. I stood in the middle of the very large bedroom. Damian’s bedroom. Elena had insisted that after the ceremony there was no reason for Damian and me to continue sleeping in separate rooms. In the wolf wor
Ava’s POVThe last howl faded slowly, after some minutes. The pack dispersed in small groups. Wolves that were not in their human form shifted back, moving quietly with the specific quality of people who had witnessed something significant and were still absorbing it.Nobody spoke too loudly. Nobody made unnecessary noise.The clearing still felt sacred, even after the energy had settled and the altar had gone dark and silent. I have not moved yet.Damian stood beside me, his warm and steady hand still around my wrist. The clearing was nearly empty now.Luca stood near the tree line, running his usual systematic assessment of everything that had happened. Sera was beside him, doing the same. Elena stood at the edge of the altar space with her notebook open, writing quickly in the focused way she used when capturing details she didn’t want to lose.“You can let go now,” Damian said quietly.“I know.” Still, I hesitated.“It feels like I should wait until it’s finished.”“It is finishe
Ava's POVThe soup got cold before we were halfway through.Neither of us noticed until I reached for my spoon at some point past nine and found the bowl had gone from warm to room temperature while I was busy asking question seventeen, which was about the full moon and what exactly happened to him
Ava's POVHe didn't start with the wolves.He started with his father."My father was a Hawthorne by name and an Alpha by blood," he said. "He didn't choose it. It was inherited the way everything in our family was inherited, without being asked and without the option to refuse." He had his hands f
Ava's POVThursday came in gray and cold and I was already awake before my alarm.I had been lying in the dark since five thinking about what Elena might say and trying to prepare myself for something I couldn't prepare for because I didn't know what shape it was yet. That's the thing about waiting
Ava's POVEleven days in and I had started keeping a mental list.Not intentionally. It just happened the way things happen when you are living in close quarters with someone you don't fully understand and your brain decides that cataloguing details is safer than sitting with the uncertainty of not







