LOGINDominic Steele"Regional authority," I said to Lena, keeping my voice level. "Walk me through exactly what he filed."Lena had the document on her screen, pulled up within minutes of Gerald's submission. "Emergency petition, filed under Pack Charter Section Twelve, which allows any senior family member to request regional oversight when an Alpha's succession line is in dispute." She turned the screen toward me. "He's arguing that the existence of an undisclosed heir, combined with what he's calling a pattern of concealment from the pack's leadership, constitutes grounds for external review.""External review means the regional Alpha has authority to intervene," I mentioned. "To observe, technically. But observation at that level creates a public record, you know? And everything goes on the regional ledger." Lena lowered the screen. "It also means the timeline moves out of your hands as the regional authority sets its own schedule."I stood in the study with tha
Sophie Steele"Rowan," I said, when he picked up at seven in the morning. "Is he up?""Has been since six," Rowan replied. "He informed Miriam that early rising was a sign of maturity. She told him maturity also involved not eating biscuits before breakfast. He's negotiating."I laughed, sitting on the edge of my bed, the morning coming through the window in thin pale strips."How is he actually?" I asked. "Not the funny version. The real version."A pause. "He's good, Sophie. He slept well. He's not anxious, not picking up on the tension around him, or if he is, it's not landing on him the way it would land on most kids." A beat. "He drew the villa again this morning from a different angle. More detail."I sat with that for a moment."Okay," I said. "I'll call you back within the hour."I ended the call.Then put the phone on the bed beside me and sat.The room was quiet, the morning still finding itself, the villa around me doing what it did at this hour, the slow
. Sophie Steele"Stop," I said out loud, to no one, to the dark ceiling above my bed, to my own chest which had decided at two in the morning to feel like something was pulling it apart from the inside.The ceiling did not stop, and my chest did not stop.I pressed my palm flat against my sternum the way I had in the corridor on my first night here, the same instinct, the same useless gesture of trying to hold something in place that wasn't interested in being held. The pain was not sharp exactly. It was a pressure, deep, insistent, the kind that sat beneath your ribs and pulled, like something on the other end of a rope that had been stretched too far for too long was finally making its position known.I sat up.My wolf was not restless. It wasn't pacing or reacting to threat or responding to Dominic's proximity in the usual disorienting way. This was different. This was my wolf in distress, communicating in the only language available to it when words weren'
Rowan Ashby"You're late," Miriam said, opening the door before I'd finished knocking."The flight had a ground hold," I told her. "Twenty minutes. I made up most of it."She looked at me with the particular assessment of a woman deciding in real time whether I was going to be useful or a problem. It lasted about four seconds. Then she stepped back, let me in, closed the door behind me with the quiet efficiency of someone who had been managing difficult situations for long enough that even the door-closing was deliberate."The new address is clean," she said, moving immediately to the kitchen counter where a folder sat open. "I swept the lobby myself this morning. No one in the building knew us, so we checked in under my sister's name. The photograph of the situation at the last building, I've already reported to Dominic's contact." She turned. "No one approaches this boy without going through me first. That's been true for six years, it's true now.""Noted," I sai
Dominic Steele"Get on a flight," I told Rowan. "Earliest available. Not commercial, take the charter.""Already looking," Rowan replied. "There's one out in ninety minutes. I can make it.""Take it." I was already at the desk, pulling up the council contact list on my laptop, one hand on the phone, the other moving through files. "The photograph at the front desk. Did Miriam describe whoever left it?""The staff at the desk said it was a courier. Uniformed, had a delivery log. It looked completely legitimate.""Which means it was arranged in advance," I said. "Before Miriam moved. Someone had the secondary address before we thought they did.""That's what I'm thinking," Rowan said. "Gerald's contact is better than we assessed.""Or Helena gave it to him," I said. "She was at the gate two days ago. She could have had people positioned in LA before she came here."A pause. "That's a longer game than we thought she was playing.""Yes," I said. "Go…Call me when you lan
Sophie Steele"Sophie." Lena's voice came through the door before her knock finished. "Now, please."I was already moving before she pushed the door open, something in her tone cutting through the tired fog of the morning, sharpening everything instantly.She stepped inside, closed the door behind her, phone in hand, screen facing me."Someone made an inquiry this morning," she said, without preamble. "Through a private research service. Background check request on a woman connected to your LA address. Full name, employer registration, current location." She turned the screen fully toward me. "The name they used to identify her was yours. They linked it to an assistant."I stared at the screen. I read it once and read it again."Miriam," I said."Yes.""This came through Gerald's network.""Not directly," Lena replied. "One step removed, same structure he used with Erik. A contact he keeps at a distance so the line stays clean. But the request pattern matches, t
Gerald Steele"Remarkable turnout," the man beside me said. Councillor Aldric, seventy-one years old, pack elder, looking like a man who had been in every important room for so long that people forgot to question his presence. "Richard was well loved.""He was," I confirmed. "He
Sophie Steele"Can I get you anything, miss? Something to eat, perhaps?"I looked at the young staff member holding a tray of small plates and I smiled at her with a rare smile of mine which actually meant my smile answer was no but I don't want to make the person feel useless."I'm
Dominic Steele"He would have wanted something smaller," my mother said beside me, quietly, not looking at me. "Richard always hated spectacle."I did not respond to that. I kept my eyes forward…The cemetery sat on the east side of the Steele estate grounds, old and well-kept, the ki
Sophie Steele"Read it again," I said to myself. "Make sure you're not imagining it."So I did.“I know about the boy. Better leave quietly or everyone finds out what you two are to each other. And mind you, you have just 24 hours.” Third time, same words the with the same cold p







