ANMELDENAva’s POVThe silence didn’t last after Marcus Blackwind spoke. It tightened as if the forest itself was holding its breath, waiting to see who would move first.No one did at first. But I could feel the pressure shifting through the clearing in invisible layers. The kind of tension that didn’t need words. Only dominance.Damian, who was beside me didn’t react immediately. Of course he didn’t. He never did. He always watched first with stillness, then control before consequences and I've always understood that as his own way. The Alpha way.Marcus’s gaze stayed locked on me like I was the only thing in the clearing that mattered.“That’s her,” one of his wolves murmured behind him.Marcus didn’t say anything. He didn't even blink because he had already known who I was and my identity.One step was all it took for Damian to finally step forward. Just that one step was all it took for the air to change like something older had entered the conversation.“You’re trespassing,” Damian said
Damian’s POVBy the time Ava and I reached the clearing after Harold’s office at Ten in the morning, the ceremony had already started, which meant every wolf in Ashmoon territory was already watching. It was dark already.I heard them before I saw them. The low murmur of voices, the shift of paws on dirt, the restless energy of wolves gathered for something important. The Ashmoon territory had always felt ancient, and tonight the forest felt… awake as if the land itself was waiting.Ava walked beside me, quieter than usual. Her eyes moved through the trees, taking in the sounds, the scent of wolves, the strange electricity humming through the air. And given her personality i knew she wasn’t afraid. But she felt it. Anyone with instincts would.The moon hung high above the clearing, its pale light spilling through the branches and beneath it stood the pack. Dozens of wolves filled the clearing. Too many eyes. Too many witnesses... Some in human form, and others fully wolf, massive shad
Damian's POVJamie fell asleep on the library sofa. She simply stopped talking mid sentence about something related to the Henderson carnations and the next time anyone looked at her she was sideways on the cushions with her coat syill on and completely unconscious in the very specific way of someone whose body had decided the conversation was over regardless of what the conversation had planned.Ava watched her for a moment with quiet fondness, then found a proper blanket from somewhere and draped it over her without waking her.She stood back and looked at what she had done, and looked at me. "The blanket," she said."Yes," I said. "I noticed."***Luca had disappeared somewhere around nine, his version of giving the evening space, reappearing only to collect plates and refill glasses with the quiet efficiency of someone determined to keep the kitchen table functioning without becoming part of the scene.The manor settled into late night quietness with the particular stillness of a
Damian's POVElena Pierce arrived at six exactly. I had not met her properly before. I had been aware of her long before Ava moved into the manor. The cousin who had reviewed the contract and advised her to sign it, the doctor who had known about the Ashmoon bloodline and carried that knowledge quietly for years at Nadia’s request.I had known her role in Ava’s life the way I knew most things about Ava in those early weeks, through careful observation and the deliberate attention of someone who understood that the people surrounding her were just as important as the circumstances surrounding her. But knowing someone and meeting them were two different things.She stepped into the entrance hall and paused. Her gaze moved slowly across the manor with the calm evaluation of someone used to processing environments. Noting details, withholding conclusions until she had gathered enough evidence to justify them. Then she looked at me and the assessment sharpened. I understood what she was d
Ava's POVThe first thing I noticed when we walked into the boardroom was the man sitting at the head of the table. Not anyone I recognized from the previous board dinner. I had expected Adrian but this one looked older, probably in his seventies at least, with silver hair and the kind of stillness from decades of having nothing left to prove. He sat with his hands flat on the table and a folder in front of him and looked at us when we came through the door with eyes that were doing the specific work of someone who had been assessing Hawthornes for a very long time and had not yet decided whether to update his methodology.Damian had told me about Harold Prescott on the drive over. Longest serving board member and that he had known Damian's father and had maintained his position across three generations of Hawthorne leadership by the specific discipline of caring about the company rather than the family. Harold stood when we came in. He looked at Damian first with the recognition, t
Ava's POVThe Hawthorne Capital building looked exactly the way I remembered it.Tall. Cold. Impossibly polished. Glass and steel rose toward the sky like the building itself had something to prove like it existed purely to remind people that power lived here. The lobby floors were marble, spotless enough that the overhead lights reflected perfectly in them. Expensive abstract art hung along the walls, pieces that probably cost more than my entire old apartment had cost for a year.Back then, I used to walk through places like this and feel like an intruder. Like I had somehow wandered into a world meant for other people. People of higher class.But now standing here beside Damian, I felt something very different. Damian tapped his key card against the private elevator panel without even glancing down. The movement was automatic, like someone who had done this so many times the building had become part of his routine. Scratch that…he does this everytime. The elevator doors slid op
Ava’s POVThe house felt different the morning after the warehouse.Not quieter.Quieter would have implied peace.This was something else.The kind of stillness that follow violence, when the world hasn’t quite decided yet whether the danger is over or simply waiting.Morning sunshine spilled throu
Ava's POVThe warehouse smelled like rust and river water and something underneath both of those things that the wolf identified before I finished walking through the door.Fear. Old and layered and belonging to people who had been in this building under circumstances that had not ended well for th
Damian's POVShe was asleep when I checked on her at midnight.I stood in the doorway longer than I needed to and thought about a contract that was still technically in force.One year.The question of what she was now, and what the contract meant to that person, was one I had been circling since t
Ava's POV Leo Moretti was not what I expected. I had built an impression from the documents and from Luca's surveillance photograph and from the single fact of his voluntary arrival in New Orleans independent of his uncle, and the impression had been of someone cautious and conflicted and possib







