LOGIN"Step one more foot into this room and I’ll put a hole in your throat."Marcus Steele froze. His hand was already on the heavy oak doorframe of the master suite. He didn't look at me. He looked at the bed, where Richard lay tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, the IV bag dripping rhythmically beside him. Marcus’s lip curled. A slow, predatory grin spread across his face, exposing teeth that were already beginning to lengthen."The mighty Richard Harrington," Marcus said. His voice was a low, vibrating rumble that made the glass of water on the nightstand ripple. "Look at you. Shaking like a newborn pup. I expected a fight, Richard. I expected to have to tear the throat out of the Great Alpha myself. But this? This is almost pathetic.""He’s sick, Marcus." I stepped out from the shadows of the walk-in closet. The heavy weight of the tranquilizer rifle felt solid in my hands. "He has a fever. And you’re trespassing."Marcus turned his head. He didn't move his body, just his neck, like a wolf
"Drink this."I shoved the plastic cup against Richard’s lips. He didn't reach for it. He couldn't. His hands were tremors, a rhythmic twitching that rattled the legs of the kitchen chair."I can't—""Drink it, Richard. It’s a charcoal suspension. It’ll bind to whatever Steele laced that book with."He swallowed. Half of it ran down his chin, a grey stain against his stubble. He looked small. The Alpha who once commanded a room by simply breathing was now a man who couldn't even keep a cup steady."You should leave me in the guest house," Richard rasped. He wiped his mouth with the back of a shaking hand. Snot was starting to run. He didn't notice. "I’m a liability. Without the wolf... I’m just a target.""Shut up and move. To the main house. Now.""Joshua, listen to me. If Marcus comes back, I can't protect you. I can't even smell him coming. I’m—I’m useless.""I didn't ask for a bodyguard. I asked you to move." I grabbed his arm. His skin was clammy. Cold."Why? You’ve been waiting
"Where did this come from?"I pointed at the heavy, leather-bound book sitting on the center of my mahogany desk. The air in the study felt thick, smelling of old vellum and a sharp, metallic musk that didn't belong to any of my patients."A courier delivered it an hour ago." Richard stood by the window, his arms crossed over his chest. His shoulders were a solid wall of tension. "The seal on the wax belongs to the Steele Pack. Marcus sent it.""Marcus Steele?" I stepped closer to the desk. I didn't touch the book. Not yet. "Why would the Alpha of the Northern Ridge send me a sixteenth-century medical manuscript on lunar cycles?""It’s not a gift, Joshua. It’s a claim." Richard walked toward me. He didn't just walk; he prowled. He stopped so close I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. He reached out and snagged the corner of the book, spinning it toward him. "He’s pissing on your desk without being in the room. His scent is all over the binding. He wants me to know he’s thinki
"How do I make the air tell me its secrets?"Henry stood in the middle of the overgrown grass, his small chest puffed out. He was trying to look like a soldier. He looked like a five-year-old in a dinosaur t-shirt."You don't make it do anything, Henry." Richard knelt in the dirt. He didn't care about the mud staining his tactical pants. He didn't care about the tactical headset still humming in his ear. "You just listen. The wind is a gossip. It's always talking about where it’s been.""I only hear the birds." Henry screwed his eyes shut. His face scrunched up. "And the lawnmower next door. It's loud.""Forget the lawnmower. Close your eyes. Don't try to hear. Try to catch." Richard reached out. He didn't touch the boy. His hand hovered an inch from Henry’s shoulder. "What's the smell coming from the woods? Not the trees. Behind them."I watched from the kitchen window. My hand gripped the wooden sill so hard a splinter dug into my palm. I didn't move. I couldn't.Richard was differe
"Open the gates, or I’ll drive this through the wall."Richard didn't wait for an answer. He floored it. The black SUV lurched forward, tires screaming against the gravel of the High Council’s mountain retreat. The heavy iron gates swung open just as our bumper brushed the metal."They're waiting for us." Richard’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. He looked at me. "Joshua, you don't have to do this. I can take Henry. I can tell them—""You’ll tell them exactly what I told you to tell them." I tightened the knot of my tie. It felt like a noose. I didn't care. "I’m not walking in there as your plus-one. I’m not the 'runaway mate' coming home for a scolding.""The Blood Audit is for the Harrington line. You're a Scott.""And I'm the one who birthed the frequency they're terrified of." I grabbed my medical case from the floorboard. "If they want to audit his blood, they deal with the doctor who knows how to keep it inside his body."We stepped out of the car. The air was thin up
"You’re late."I checked my watch. 5:02 AM. I didn't look at the man standing on the guest house porch. I didn't have to. The scent of rain and expensive tobacco already filled the driveway."I’m exactly on time," I said.I adjusted the strap of my medical bag. My shoulder ached. Sleep was a luxury I hadn't tasted in three days. Not with a Harrington breathing my air. Not with an Alpha playing soldier in my yard."The perimeter is clear." Richard stepped into the light of the single porch bulb. He wasn't wearing a five-thousand-dollar suit anymore. He wore black tactical pants and a tight compression shirt that showed every corded muscle. He looked like a weapon. "I did a sweep at 0400. Three drones were hovering near the treeline. I jammed them.""Good for you." I kept walking toward my beat-up sedan."Joshua. Wait."He held out a thermos. Steam curled into the freezing morning air. "It’s black. Two sugars. The way you used to—"I didn't stop. I didn't even slow down."Morning, Joshu







