Mag-log inThe drive back felt as long as the drive out.
Kade did not say much. Kade drove fast both hands on the wheel jaw tight the way. Ivy watched the dark trees blur past the window. Tried not to think about the word stable and how much it could mean or not mean depending on who was saying it.
"She is going to be okay " Kade said, somewhere past the halfway point.
"You do not know that."
"No " Kade admitted. "I do not. I just needed to say it loud."
Ivy almost reached for Kades hand. Ivy stopped herself. Too much had happened today to sort out what Ivy wanted from what Ivy needed in the moment.
They reached the hospital a little after ten. Kade parked, came around to open Ivys door before Ivy could do it herself and did not let go of Ivys hand once they were both out of the car. Ivy let Kade keep it. Ivy did not have the energy to fight that battle tonight.
Carla met them at the desk, tired eyes, kind face. "She is in room 214. They ran tests. The doctors with her now."
"Can I see her?" "Soon as the doctors done." Carla glanced at Kade, a question in Carlas face she did not ask out loud. Ivy did not explain. There was not time. There was not a version of the truth that would fit into a hospital hallway anyway.
They waited on plastic chairs. Ivys leg bounced. Kade sat close not touching Ivy, there a steady weight beside Ivy that Ivy was surprised to find Ivy needed.
The doctor came out twenty minutes later. Older man, eyes of his own. "Ms. Marsh?"
"That is me."
"Your mother had an afternoon but she is stable now. We adjusted her medication. I would like to keep her for observation just to be safe." He glanced at his chart. "She is asking for you. She is tired. She is herself. You can go in."
Ivys knees nearly gave out with relief. Kade caught Ivys elbow steady. Did not say anything about it.
"Go " Kade said. "I will wait here."
"You do not have to."
"I know." Kade nodded toward the door. "Go see your mom."
Margaret looked small in the hospital bed than Ivy remembered, tubes and wires making her look more fragile than Ivy had looked even at home.. Her eyes were sharp when Ivy walked in, sharp and awake and unmistakably Margaret.
"There she is " Margaret said, voice thin but steady. "You did not have to rush for this sweetheart. I am fine."
"You are not fine Mom. You scared me half to death."
"I scared myself a little too if we are being honest." A small smile. "Sit. Tell me about the job. The mystery one."
"Not now."
"Now is the time. I am bored. I am stuck in this bed. Distract me." Margarets eyes moved past Ivy toward the door toward the hallway where Kade was pretending hard not to be visible through the little window. "Who is that?"
"Nobody. Someone from work."
"Ivy Marie Marsh. That is not a nobody face."
Ivy felt her cheeks go warm despite everything. "It is complicated Mom."
"It usually is, with the ones." Margarets hand found Ivys, warm. "Whatever this job really is. Whatever Ivy is not telling me. I trust Ivy. I need Ivy to trust herself the way."
Ivy squeezed Margarets hand. Did not trust Ivys own voice enough to answer that.
Ivy stepped out into the hallway twenty minutes later to find Kade on his phone voice low and clipped the kind of tone that meant something was wrong before Ivy even heard the words.
"—no. No I do not care what he called it. Nobody makes decisions about pack business while I am off the property that was never the arrangement." A pause. "How many showed up?"
Ivys stomach dropped for the time that night.
Kade caught Ivys eye held up one finger finished the call fast. "Handle it until I am back. Do not let him put anything to a vote."
Kade put the phone away. Turned to Ivy and whatever calm Kade had been holding onto in the waiting room was gone from Kades face entirely.
"What happened " Ivy said.
"Damon called an emergency council meeting the second we left the property." Kades voice was flat controlled in the way that told Ivy it was costing Kade something to keep it that way. "Called it over succession concerns. Said an alpha who leaves pack territory during a bonding window cannot be trusted to lead it."
"He is trying to use tonight against Ivy."
"He is trying to use tonight against both Ivy and Kade."
Kade looked back, toward Margarets door at Ivy torn in a way Ivy had not seen on Kade before. "I am not leaving until your mothers stable. You are ready. I meant that.. I need you to know whats waiting for us when we go back."
"How bad."
Kade did not answer away which told Ivy everything the words had not yet.
"Bad enough that Elena warned you before we walked out the door " Kade said. ". Elena does not scare easy."
Ivy took the stairs two at a time.She hit the nursery door with her shoulder and nearly fell inside. The room was warm and bright. Margaret sat in the rocking chair by the window with Rowan on her lap, holding a wooden block out of his reach and laughing at him."Easy," Margaret said, looking up. "You'll wake the whole house."Ivy didn't answer. She crossed the room, scooped Rowan up, and held him against her chest so tight he squawked. He smelled like milk and soap. He was fine. He was completely fine."Ivy." Margaret stood slowly. "What happened?""Nothing. Not yet." Ivy's voice shook. "Mom, I need you to stay right here. Don't leave this room. Don't open the door for anyone but me or Kade."Margaret looked at her for a long moment. Then she sat back down and folded her hands in her lap."I've been through worse than a locked door," she said. "Go."Kade was already in the hallway. Rhys was behind him, talking fast into a radio, and two guards had taken up places on either side of t
Wren slept for almost a full day after she arrived. When she woke, she sat at the kitchen table with a mug of tea and stared at Rowan like he was a ghost."He has Ashgrove eyes," she said quietly. "Under the amber. Look, when the light hits them just right."Ivy hadn't noticed that before. She looked, and there it was. A faint ring of silver around the dark center."Odalys says it means the bloodline is strong in him.""It means he's going to be hard to hide," Wren said. Not unkindly. "Anyone who knows what to look for will see it.""Like the Warden."Wren's hand tightened around her mug. "Like the Warden."Odalys spent that whole week in the old pack library, going through shelves nobody had touched in decades. Kade joined her every evening after Rowan went to bed. Ivy brought them tea and sat on the floor between the stacks, reading whatever pages they handed her."Here's something," Odalys said on the sixth night. She laid a brittle book on the table, open to a page covered in tiny
Odalys knew where to start."The Sorrell family kept a cabin," she said, spreading an old, hand-drawn map across Kade's study table. "Deep in the hills, two days' travel from here. I visited once, as a girl, before the scattering. If any of them survived that night, that cabin's the most likely place they'd have gone.""Two days is a long time to leave Rowan again," Ivy said, though she was already reaching for her coat."I'll go with Odalys," Kade said. "You should stay, this time. Rowan needs one of us close, and Rhys still has concerns about lingering Thorne loyalists testing our security while attention's split."Ivy hesitated, torn, then nodded slowly. "Bring back whatever you find. All of it, even the parts that are hard to hear.""Especially those," Kade agreed.Ivy stayed home for three days that felt longer than any of the three-day countdowns she'd survived over the past year, pacing between the nursery and Rhys's security updates, waiting for word.It came on the evening of
They drove home three days later, exhausted, Damon's border pack finally settling after Bram's release, though the question Fern had raised sat heavy in the car the whole way north.Kade requested the old council archive the morning they arrived, before he'd even properly slept, standing in the same records room Damon had once pulled the Ashgrove registry from under far less honest circumstances."I need every file from my grandfather's tenure," he told the archivist. "Border actions. Council decrees. Anything marked 'cleansing' or 'security measure' from that era."The archivist hesitated. "Some of those files are sealed, sir. Your grandfather sealed a number of records himself, before he died.""Unseal them," Kade said. "All of them. I don't care what's in there. I need to know."Ivy watched him work through the afternoon, jaw tight, methodical in a way that reminded her of the man who'd once told her the truth about a fated mate flag only because he couldn't stand hiding it any lon
"Don't move," Fern said quietly, arriving behind them, breathless from the run. "Not yet. Let it come to you rather than chasing it. It's been waiting. Waiting means it's still capable of choosing, somewhere underneath the hunger."Ivy stepped forward anyway, slow, deliberate, ignoring Kade's hand tightening around her arm."Ivy—""I have to try," she said quietly. "He's been alone for forty years, Kade. If there's any part of him left that can still choose, I don't want him choosing in a courtyard full of people who are all afraid of him."Kade's jaw worked, every instinct in him clearly screaming to pull her back, but he let go, stepping with her instead of in front of her this time, close enough that Ivy could feel the warmth of him even through the unnatural cold radiating off the shape ahead of them."Bram," she said, voice steady despite the fear hammering in her chest. "Your name was Bram Ashworth. You had a mate. Two children. Forty years ago, someone took them from you, and I
They spent the rest of the night in Fern's small cabin, going through old pack records by lamplight, searching for any name that might explain what they'd just seen in the trees."There," Fern said finally, tapping a yellowed page with one thin finger. "Bram Ashworth. Lost his entire family in a border raid forty years ago — mate, two pups, all of it, in a single night. He disappeared into the woods a week later. We assumed he'd died out there, grieving alone. Nobody ever found a body.""Forty years is a long time to survive alone in the woods," Kade said."It's not surviving," Fern said quietly. "Not really. Whatever's left of Bram hasn't been alive in any way that word usually means for a very long time. He's just been out there, hollowing further and further, waiting for something to finally fill the emptiness or finish him off."Ivy looked at the old photograph tucked into the record — a young man, smiling, arm around a woman Ivy assumed was his mate, two small children at their f







