MasukDamian'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
Damian's POVFor several seconds after the rogues vanished into the forest, no one moved. The rain kept falling.It fell steadily across the field, soaking the grass, dripping from the tree line, turning the earth beneath our feet into slick mud. The storm didn’t care about what had just happened here. But every wolf in that clearing knew something had shifted.Ava stood where she had been standing when the power hit, her hand still slightly raised, her eyes returning slowly to their normal green from whatever they had been doing in the moment the rogue slammed into the ground. The grass around the impact point was still flattened. The earth still dented.Years ago, buried in old Ashmoon records that most people dismissed as myth or exaggerated history, there had been references to a rare ability among that bloodline. Territory dominance that went beyond physical strength. Power that manifested through blood rather than muscle.Force without contact. I had understood the theory when I
Ava's POV For a long moment after the rogues disappeared into the forest, no one moved.The rain kept falling hard and cold. Relentless. It soaked through my clothes, clung to my hair, and ran down my arms in thin streams, but I barely noticed it. My heart was still racing from something. Something strange that was still buzzing faintly beneath my skin. The power, whatever it was… it hadn’t fully disappeared.I flexed my fingers slowly. Nothing happened this time.Good, ecause I had absolutely no idea how I had just slammed a fully grown rogue wolf into the ground without touching him.Behind me, the guards finally started moving again in low voices. A few of them glanced at me in a way they hadn’t before.Not just curiosity anymore but something closer to awe. Or fear, and neither one made me particularly comfortable.I turned toward Damian, he hadn’t moved from where he stood in the rain. His half-shift had faded, but the tension in his body hadn’t. His wolf was still right beneath
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
Ava's POVI woke up on the bayou property couch with Damian's jacket over me and the smell of coffee and something that took me a moment to identify as woodsmoke from the fireplace that someone had lit while I was sleeping.The morning was gray and quiet and the bayou outside the window was doing i
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







