MasukAdrian's POV The forest grew denser as I ran.Trees pressed closer together. Underbrush thick enough to slow my pace. But I pushed through it, following the pull of the mate bond like a compass pointing home.Dawson's scent hit me before I saw him. He was crouched behind a fallen log, watching the border crossing about fifty yards ahead. When he heard me approach, he turned and shifted back to human form. I did the same."They're close," he said quietly. "Maybe ten minutes out. But we have a problem.""What kind of problem?"He pointed toward a cluster of rocks near the border marker. "Ricardo's people. Three of them. They've been there for the last twenty minutes. Just watching."I moved closer to get a better view. Sure enough, three figures stood partially hidden behind the rocks. They weren't patrolling. They were waiting."How did they know Stefan would come through here?" I asked."They didn't. At least not specifically. But they've been rotating through different unguarded sec
Adrian's POV The packhouse felt emptier every day.I walked through the hallways and saw the changes Ricardo had made. New guards at every corner. Different patrol schedules posted on the walls. Pack members who used to greet me now looked away when I passed.It had only been a few days since the council stripped my position. But it felt longer.I stopped at the main hall and looked at the portrait of my father still hanging on the wall. His face stared back at me with that same stern expression. Unforgiving. Powerful.I wondered what he would think of this. His son lost control of the pack within weeks of taking over. The chaos he'd left behind finally caught up to all of us.The mate bond pulsed in my chest. That same faint relief I'd been feeling since yesterday. Stefan was alive. I knew that much. But I didn't know where he was or if he was truly safe.I pulled out my phone and checked for messages. Nothing from Dawson or Lauren. They were being careful about communication now th
Adrian's POV I woke up feeling wrong.Not sick. Not injured. Just wrong. Like something inside me had shifted overnight and I couldn't put my finger on what it was.I sat up slowly, rubbing my face. The room was dim. Early morning light filtered through the curtains. The house was quiet except for the distant sound of guards changing shifts outside.Then I felt it.The mate bond. Different than it had been for days.The constant edge of fear that had been bleeding through from Stefan had eased. Not disappeared. Just softened. Like a weight had lifted slightly.I stood and crossed to the window. Focused on the sensation in my chest. Tried to understand what it meant.Stefan was still far away. Still hurting. I could feel that clearly. But there was something else now. Something that felt like relief. Faint and unsteady, but there.Like he'd taken his first real breath in days.I didn't know what had changed. The bond wasn't strong enough to give me clear answers. But I recognized the
Adrian's POV I woke up feeling wrong.Not sick. Not injured. Just wrong. Like something inside me had shifted overnight and I couldn't put my finger on what it was.I sat up slowly, rubbing my face. The room was dim. Early morning light filtered through the curtains. The house was quiet except for the distant sound of guards changing shifts outside.Then I felt it.The mate bond. Different than it had been for days.The constant edge of fear that had been bleeding through from Stefan had eased. Not disappeared. Just softened. Like a weight had lifted slightly.I stood and crossed to the window. Focused on the sensation in my chest. Tried to understand what it meant.Stefan was still far away. Still hurting. I could feel that clearly. But there was something else now. Something that felt like relief. Faint and unsteady, but there.Like he'd taken his first real breath in days.I didn't know what had changed. The bond wasn't strong enough to give me clear answers. But I recognized the
Adrian's POV I woke up feeling wrong.Not sick. Not injured. Just wrong. Like something inside me had shifted overnight and I couldn't put my finger on what it was.I sat up slowly, rubbing my face. The room was dim. Early morning light filtered through the curtains. The house was quiet except for the distant sound of guards changing shifts outside.Then I felt it.The mate bond. Different than it had been for days.The constant edge of fear that had been bleeding through from Stefan had eased. Not disappeared. Just softened. Like a weight had lifted slightly.I stood and crossed to the window. Focused on the sensation in my chest. Tried to understand what it meant.Stefan was still far away. Still hurting. I could feel that clearly. But there was something else now. Something that felt like relief. Faint and unsteady, but there.Like he'd taken his first real breath in days.I didn't know what had changed. The bond wasn't strong enough to give me clear answers. But I recognized the
Stefan's POVTime had stopped making sense.I couldn't tell how long I'd been held. Days blurred together, marked only by pain, hunger, and brief moments when exhaustion dragged me under. The rooms changed twice. Each one colder than the last. Each one farther from anything that felt like civilization.My captors barely spoke to me. When they entered, they checked my restraints, left food, or warned me not to try anything. Their voices were flat. Professional. Like I was cargo, not a person.The rope around my wrists had left deep marks. Bruises circled my skin in dark rings. My ribs ached from where they'd hit me during the first transfer. My jaw was swollen on one side, making it hard to chew the stale bread they occasionally threw at me.But I didn't let myself give up.I spent hours listening. Counting footsteps. Tracking voices. Learning patterns. Two guards were sloppy, talking too loud, leaving doors open longer than they should. The third was careful. He always checked behind







