LOGINCOLE
Mate!
That was the only word that echoed in my head. I could never ignore it—the sizzling feeling when I touched her.
It was electric. Almost frightening.
But that was impossible, she was human. Clearly forbidden to me and my world, so it makes absolutely no sense how she ended up as my mate.
I was a werewolf. The heir to my pack. It just makes sense to have a human mate. It all seemed bizarre to me and I knew my father would never accept it.
The entire pack wouldn't.
The last time it happened, everywhere was turned into chaos. There's no better way to take care of this than to forget about it.
She's not my mate and I'd never acknowledge her. The best thing to do is to forget it happened and make sure that no one finds out about it.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me flinch a little bit. I turned to see Noah—his hands up in the air. I let out a sigh of relief I didn't know I had been holding back earlier on.
“Whoa, looks like I touched a nerve there,” he chuckled.
I glared hard at him, which made his chuckle turn into a whimper. Noah was the kind of person who joked around a lot, and I was used to his antics, but I wasn't in the mood for it today.
“What do you want?” I asked, distracting myself with anything. Going through my drawers, like they were the most interesting thing in the world..
“Your dad wants to meet with you,” he revealed. “Tonight. You have to be there.”
I paused for a moment, stared at the empty space before groaning loudly. “Why would you think to inform me now? Where were you all day?”
“Sorry,” he apologized. “I just got the message now and what's got you all worked up. You're usually a dick but today adds an extra flavour.”
I ignored his questions and just walked right past him, grabbing my jacket. “I'd be back by midnight,” I said, and walked out the door.
Different thoughts crossed my mind, trying to figure out why my dad was asking of me. He approved of my studying in the human world.
I loved hockey and wanted to make a name for myself, from scratch. Being the son of an Alpha. Everything came to me so easily.
No one argued. Dared to go against me.
And I wanted a break from that.
I shifted and ran through the woods, all the way to the pack. I changed back to my human form once I arrived there.
The pack was in a desolate area. Another world that only werewolves had access to, making it impossible for humans to find.
The moment I stepped into the black mansion, the air around me shifted. My dad didn't notice me at first. He was engrossed in his conversation with a bunch of elders.
Then his gaze landed on me. His lips curved into a small smile. “Cole, you're here!”
I nodded and stepped further into the room. The elders were still sitting there, watching me like they always did. My father raised his hand and waved them off. “Leave us. We’ll finish this later.”
One by one they got up and left without saying much. The heavy door clicked shut behind the last elder, and the big room felt quieter. Too quiet. I could hear my own heartbeat loud in my ears.
I shoved my hands into my pockets and looked straight at him. “Why did you call me here so suddenly? I was in the middle of stuff at school.”
My father leaned back in his big chair, studying me the way he always does. Like he’s trying to see if I’m hiding something. He didn’t answer right away. He just tapped his fingers on the wooden table a few times before speaking.
“The pack has been talking, Cole,” he said finally. His voice was low and heavy. “A lot of gossip is going around. You’re almost twenty-five now and you still haven’t found your mate. People are starting to wonder what’s wrong.”
I let out a breath and shook my head. “I don’t care about gossip. You know that. The moon goddess will give me my mate when the time is right. I’m not rushing it just because some people in the pack have nothing better to do.”
He stood up slowly, walking around the table to stand closer to me. His face didn’t change much, but I could see the impatience in his eyes. My father never liked waiting.
Status was everything to him. Being Alpha meant control, power, and keeping everything in order. And right now, I was messing up that order by not having a mate yet.
“Patience is running thin, son,” he said. “I’ve given you time. You wanted to go live among the humans, play your hockey, and have your freedom. I allowed it. But this… this situation is becoming a problem. An Alpha heir without a mate makes the whole pack look weak. Questions are being asked.”
I swallowed hard. The memory of Lena’s wrist in my hand flashed through my head for a second. That electric feeling.
The word “mate” is screaming inside me. I pushed it away fast. She was human. It couldn’t be real. I wasn’t going to let it be real.
“I’m handling it,” I told him. “You don’t have to worry.”
My father smiled, but it wasn’t a warm smile. It was the kind he gave when he was done talking nicely. “One month, Cole. That’s what I’m giving you. One month to find your mate and bring her here. If you don’t…”
He paused, letting the words hang there. “Then you will marry the girl I choose for you. Someone from a strong bloodline in the pack. And if you refuse that too, then you can forget about the throne. I won’t hand leadership to a son who can’t even do this one simple thing.”
My chest felt tight. One month? Just like that.
I stared at him, trying to keep my face calm even though everything inside was spinning. “You’d really do that? Take everything away because of some gossip?”
“It’s not just gossip,” he said, stepping even closer. His voice got quieter but harder. “It’s about strength. About the future of this pack. You know what happened the last time an Alpha ignored the rules. Chaos. Blood. I won’t let that happen again. One month. Don’t test me, son.”
I didn’t say anything for a while. The room felt smaller. All the thoughts about Lena, the strange pull, the way my wolf had woken up so strongly when she touched me… it was all crashing around in my head.
But I couldn’t tell him any of that.
“I understand,” I said finally, even though I hated every word.
My father nodded once, like the matter was settled. “Good. Now go back to your school. But remember the clock is ticking. Don’t disappoint me.”
I turned and walked out of the mansion without another word. The night air hit me cold when I stepped outside.
I shifted again fast, bones cracking, fur pushing through my skin. The wolf felt stronger tonight, restless, angry.
As I ran back through the dark woods toward campus, only one thing kept repeating in my head.
Lena.
She was human. Forbidden. And somehow, she was mine. But I couldn’t have her.
I wouldn’t.
LENAIvy had settled into a quiet cottage two towns over, close enough for careful visits but far enough to feel genuinely safe, and when we arrived to share the news in person, something in her face when she opened the door told me she already suspected what we’d come to say.“He’s caught,” she said, before either of us had spoken a word. “I can see it in your faces.”“He’s in formal custody,” Cole confirmed. “The investigation’s already underway. He won’t be disappearing again.”Ivy’s hand rose to her mouth, tears immediately gathering, and she pulled me into a fierce embrace before I’d fully processed the motion, her whole body shaking slightly with the release of tension I recognized intimately.“Twenty-two years,” she said, echoing Aiden’s own words from the day before. “I never thought I’d actually live to see this. I’d resigned myself to simply surviving in his shadow forever.”“You don’t have to anymore,” Cole said gently.We stayed for tea, Ivy’s hands still trembling slightl
COLEThe small town looked exactly as unremarkable as Astra had described, quiet streets and modest storefronts, nothing about it suggesting any connection to decades of careful, hidden danger.Okafor’s official party arrived first, two representatives from the reform committee carrying proper legal authority, followed carefully by our own group, positioned nearby but visible, no longer needing to hide the way we once had. Marcus and my father waited with the larger coordinating group a few blocks away, ready to provide additional support if needed but deliberately kept from the immediate confrontation, given the personal danger their direct involvement might still represent.The inn sat at the edge of town, modest and unremarkable, and I felt Lena’s hand tighten in mine as we approached, both of us remembering the last time we’d walked toward a building holding this particular danger.“Different this time,” I murmured, more for my own reassurance than hers.“Different,” she agreed, t
LENAAiden and Astra arrived back at campus by mid-morning, exhaustion visible in both of them but underneath it, something sharper, more focused than I’d seen in weeks.“He’s staying at that inn for at least another few days,” Astra reported, once we’d gathered in the library corner one final time. “Business reasons, according to the front desk clerk I spoke with carefully. Whatever he’s doing there, it requires him to stay put, which gives us a window we don’t usually get.”“What kind of business?” Noah asked, already pulling up whatever information he could find about the small town.“Unclear,” Aiden said. “Possibly rebuilding some piece of his network, given how thoroughly we dismantled the previous one. That’s actually useful information. If he’s vulnerable enough to need rebuilding, he’s vulnerable enough to make mistakes.”The room settled into careful, methodical planning, the same rhythm that had carried us through every previous confrontation, though something felt different
COLENoah called during my afternoon class, which had become rare enough these past weeks that I stepped out into the hallway immediately, my pulse already climbing before he’d said a single word.“Someone matching Marlow’s description was spotted two states over,” he said, without preamble. “A small town, nothing significant about it on the surface. But the resemblance is close enough that I think it’s worth investigating properly.”“Who spotted him?” I asked.“A contact of Elias’s, actually, from the Brackenridge network. Deborah passed it along the moment she heard. Older man, tall, pale eyes, staying at a modest inn under a name that doesn’t match any of Marlow’s known aliases, but the physical description is too precise to easily dismiss.”I found Lena after class, and we gathered the group within the hour, the careful, methodical energy of investigation settling back over all of us despite the months of relative calm we’d recently enjoyed.“We can’t rush this,” Aiden said, study
LENADeborah called on a Sunday afternoon, her voice carrying an energy I hadn’t heard from her since our first careful conversation in that distant diner months ago.“Brackenridge is investigating our own seat history,” she said, once we’d gathered to hear the news properly. “Formally, with proper oversight, following the same model Okafor’s reform committee established. We found the pattern too, once we knew where to look. The elder we lost eight years ago wasn’t an isolated incident.”“What did you find?” Aiden asked.“Confirmation. A payment structure similar to what Marcus described, connected to the same careful obscuring of ownership records. We haven’t confirmed Marlow’s direct involvement yet, but the pattern’s unmistakable.” Something fierce cut through Deborah’s usual careful caution. “We’re not staying silent about it, whatever the risk. You taught us that much, at least.”The news settled with quiet, significant weight, proof that the ripples of our investigation had spre
COLEThorne reached out through Aiden’s careful channel two weeks after the conference finals, requesting a meeting at the same abandoned ranger station that had become, strangely, the closest thing to neutral ground this entire investigation had ever established.He looked different when we arrived, some of the raw, barely contained fury from our previous meetings settled into something calmer, more resolved, though I couldn’t immediately place what had changed.“I’ve made a decision,” he said, once we’d gathered. “I wanted you to hear it directly, rather than through Aiden or secondhand rumor.”“What decision?” Lena asked, careful.“I’m done hunting Marlow personally,” Thorne said, something like relief threading through the admission. “Not because I’ve forgiven him. Not because I’ve stopped wanting accountability. But because I’ve watched what patient, careful pursuit through legitimate channels has actually accomplished these past months, considerably more than twenty-two years of







