تسجيل الدخولEthan's POV"Miriam," I said, before I even properly opened my eyes. "I had the dream again."I heard her put something down in the kitchen. Her footsteps came across the floor, then she sat on the edge of my bed the way she always did when I had something important to tell her, which meant she was taking it seriously, which was one of the things I liked best about Miriam."Tell me," she said.I sat up. My pyjamas had twisted around in the night, the way they did when I moved a lot in my sleep, which Miriam said meant I was dreaming very hard, which sounded right."The big house," I said. "The one with all the rooms. I was there again.""The same house as before?” "Yes. The grey walls. The big windows. The garden outside that goes on for ages." I pulled my knees up to my chest, thinking about it carefully, because the dream had felt important in the way some dreams felt important and I wanted to describe it correctly. "But this time I went into the forest."Miriam w
Sophie Steele"Put the phone down," I said.Dominic looked at me, the screen still lit in his hand."Helena's statement can't be stopped tonight," I told him. "Lena can't stop it, you can't stop it, going back upstairs to make calls won't stop it. It's done." I held his gaze. "Whatever damage it does, we deal with it in the morning."He looked at the phone for a long moment. Then he set it face down on the counter."Okay," he said.The kitchen settled back into its quiet, alongside its amber light and the abandoned mug, plus the two of us, still close, neither of us having moved the distances we'd closed in the last half hour.I slid off the counter, moved to the small sofa along the kitchen's far wall, the one the staff used on long shifts. Old, worn at the armrests, the kind of furniture that had absorbed enough years to become comfortable in the way only old things could.I sat, and drew my legs up beneath me.After a moment, Dominic moved the armchair from the corne
Dominic Steele"You're still up," I said, stopping in the kitchen doorway.Sophie stood at the counter, kettle in hand, water running over it longer than necessary, her eyes fixed somewhere past the window above the sink. She startled slightly at my voice, set the kettle down."Couldn't sleep," she said."Neither could I."The kitchen was dark except for the single light above the stove, low and amber, the kind of light that made the room feel smaller than it was, more private. I crossed to the counter, sat on the stool on the opposite side from her.She moved through the motions of making tea with the particular concentration of someone whose mind was somewhere else entirely. Mug, kettle, the small tin of loose leaves she'd apparently found in one of the cupboards. Her hands worked. Her thoughts clearly did not match the task."Long day," I said."Long week," she corrected.I almost smiled….We sat in the quiet for a while. The kettle ticked as it heated. Outside the
Sophie steele"I knew about the bond," Vivienne said finally. "Seven years ago. I felt it the moment it happened, the way you feel a change in pressure before a storm." She turned to face me. "I said nothing."I held her gaze. "Why are you telling me this now?""Because it's overdue," she said simply. "I am not going to pretend I have a good excuse. I was managing Richard's grief over his own father at the time, plus the pack's political situation, plus my own discomfort with watching my son bond to someone the family hadn't formally prepared for. I told myself it wasn't my business to interfere." A pause. "It was not a good reason. It was simply the reason I had."I said nothing. I let her continue."I don't expect forgiveness for the years of silence," she said. "I'm not asking for it. I'm telling you because you deserve the accurate version of events, not the comfortable one."She moved to the armchair, sat down across from me, her posture as straight as ever, but
Dominic Steele"Everything's here," Lena said quietly, sliding the final folder into her bag as we walked toward the council hall. "Payment records, dates, cross-referenced with Mrs. Harrow's access logs, plus the two additional staff members. It's airtight.""You're certain about the second names.""Confirmed yesterday. One in housekeeping, one in groundskeeping. Both receiving secondary payments from the same property management shell Gerald used for Harrow." She matched my pace. "Three people inside this household, on his payroll, feeding him information for years."I nodded once, pushed open the heavy doors.The council hall was the oldest formal room in the villa, dark wood, high windows, a long table that had hosted every significant pack decision for four generations. Seven chairs around it, six already filled. Gerald sat near the centre, composed, a folder of his own in front of him, looking like a man entirely at ease with whatever was about to happen.Aldric sa
Lena"You're back," I said, not looking up from the file I was organising. "I thought you were in the building until further notice.""I left it with two of Dominic's vetted people," Rowan said, setting his bag down inside the small office off the main hallway. "Council vote is coming faster than expected. He wants me here for that, not standing outside an apartment building watching a car that's already been identified.""Helena Voss's car.""That one." He pulled the second chair around to my side of the desk, which he had no reason to do, which he did anyway, the way he always positioned himself when we worked, close enough to see the documents, not close enough to be accused of anything. "Brief me. Everything you've got on Aldric's contacts, the two undecided council members, Erik's standing."I pulled three folders toward me, opened the first. "Aldric has thirty years on the council, strong relationships with both undecided members, Castellan and Brooke.
Sophie Steele"Miss Steele."I turned from the window.The woman standing in my doorway was not someone I had spoken to directly since arriving. Late twenties, neat, composed in the particular way of someone who had made a decision early in life to be competent above everything e
Dominic Steele"I need everything," I told Lena. "Who knew she was coming, who had access to her contact details, who on the staff has been here long enough to have history with Gerald. All of it."Lena did not write anything down. She never did. She looked at me with the particul
Sophie Steele"Miriam, listen to me carefully," I said into the phone, my bag already on my shoulder, my room already behind me. "Do not tell anyone where you're taking him. Not the address, not the area…Nothing.""Already moving," Miriam replied. "We'll be out in twenty minutes.""Good. Call me fr
Vivienne Steele"You're hovering, Gerald."He stopped beside the mantelpiece as he looked at me with that pleasant face he kept ready for exactly these moments. "I'm grieving, Vivienne. Same as everyone.""You're watching the room though," I uttered. "There's a difference…And yo







