LOGINIrene's POVMidnight came slowly.I waited in the shadows beyond the camp perimeter. Watching the guard rotations with careful attention. Counting the minutes between patrols. Learning their patterns. Memorizing every detail.The Dark Hollows guards were thorough. Professional. Disciplined in a way that spoke of Ken's rigorous training. They moved in pairs, checking every corner, every shadow, every possible approach to the camp. Ken had trained them well. Too well, maybe.But even the best guards had gaps in their coverage. Moments when attention shifted. When backs were turned. When the night stretched long enough that focus slipped just slightly.Those were the moments I needed.I watched for them. Waited for them with the patience of a hunter.The eastern patrol passed my position. Headed toward the supply warehouses on the far side of camp. The western patrol was still checking the far perimeter, their torches visible as distant points of light. There was a window—maybe three min
Irene's POVThe training session was winding down.I watched from my hiding spot in the bushes at the camp's edge. The concealment cloak wrapped tight around me, masking my scent, blurring my presence into the shadows.Karson called an end to the drills. His voice was hoarse. Rough from hours of shouting commands. The warriors dispersed, heading toward their quarters. Exhausted. Bruised. But alive.He stood alone in the training grounds for a moment. His shoulders were tense. His head bowed. Like the weight of everything was crushing down on him.Then two small figures appeared.Carl and Karin.They ran toward him across the dirt. Their silver-streaked hair catching the fading sunlight. Their faces lighting up despite everything."Daddy!"Karson's expression shifted. The hardness melting away. Replaced by something softer. Something that made my chest ache.He crouched down to their level. Both children crashed into him at once, small arms wrapping around his neck.He caught them. Hel
Irene's POVThe Pack grounds came into view just as the sun began to set.I stopped at the tree line. Hidden in shadow. The concealment cloak wrapped tight around me.Everything looked different.Guard towers that hadn't existed befo
Irene's POVI woke to find the old woman packing supplies into a worn leather bag.My heart jumped. "What are you doing?""Preparing for your departure." She didn't look up from her work. "Your ribs have healed. The burns are closed. Your strength has returned. There's no reason to keep you here any longer."
Irene's POVThe old woman moved like water.Fluid. Effortless. Despite her age and weathered appearance, she demonstrated the combat technique with a grace that took my breath away."You're telegraphing your strikes," she said, circling me in the small clearing outside the cave. "Your shoulders tense before you move. Any experienced fighter will see it coming."
Irene's POVThe days blurred together in the cave.Wake. Eat the bland porridge the old woman made. Drink bitter herbal tea. Sleep. Repeat.Slowly, painfully, my body knitted itself back together.The burns on my back stopped weeping
Irene's POVKen found me in the cottage just after dawn."News from the Pack house," he said quietly. "The shipment arrived yesterday. Lexie consumed the tea as expected."My pulse quickened. "And?""No reaction. Her eyes didn't flash gold." He paused. "But she complained of feeling worse afterward
Irene's POVKen had only been in the Pack for three days, but my children had already adopted him like a stray puppy.I watched from the kitchen doorway as Carl and Karin circled him in the garden, their eyes wide with wonder. Ken sat cross-legged on the grass, looking relaxed. The fierce guardian
KARSON
Irene's POVThe children's laughter echoed through the stronghold.I watched from the courtyard as Carl and Karin raced between the buildings with a group of young werewolves from the Dark Hollows Pack. They had been playing for hours, their energy seemingly endless.Hide-and-seek was the game of t







