MasukThe first bike rumbled into the lot at exactly 0600 hours. Then another. And another. Within ten minutes, fifty Harleys lined the perimeter like a wall of chrome and leather, their engines ticking as they cooled.The men who walked through the door looked like they’d stepped out of a Reacher adaptation—tactical pants, moisture-wicking shirts, and plate carriers loaded with mags.Derek was the first through. His face was still bruised from the ambush, one eye swollen nearly shut, but he moved as if nothing hurt, his AR-15 slung across his back.“Alpha,” he nodded once.“Derek.”The others filed in behind him, forming a loose semicircle. Fifty sets of eyes locked onto me, waiting. The air thrummed with power.“Most of you know why you’re here,” I said, my voice carrying easily in the cavernous space. “Tulcero put a hit out on me. They ambushed our pack and killed twenty-five of our brothers. They think we’re weak.”A low growl rippled through the group.“Tonight, their crushed skulls wi
I pulled up my contacts and started scrolling through names. I needed answers. I needed answers—Kendall couldn’t have wiped everybody's mind, and why did I still remember if she had wiped their minds? It didn’t make sense. Thankfully, I had snapped the invitation list that had the number of people that attended the reunion.Jessica Martinez. I tapped her name.It rang four times before she answered. “Hello?”“Jessica, it’s Maren. From the reunion.”“Oh. Hey.” Her voice was cold.“I need to ask you something about last night—”“Look, I don’t know what your deal is, but I already talked to the police. Nothing happened. It was just a normal party.”“Jessica, please—”“Stop calling people and harassing them with this crazy story, Maren. It’s embarrassing.”She hung up.I stared at the phone, my chest tight.Okay. Next name.Mark Chen. Then Tanya Brooks. Then Brandon Torres.Every single one of them said the same thing. Nothing happened. It was just a regular reunion. I must have been drun
I pulled into my driveway and killed the engine. For a moment, we just sat there in the quiet, basking in the presence of each other.“You okay?” he asked.I nodded, though I wasn’t entirely sure it was true. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”“If Kendall contacts you—”“I’ll let you know immediately,” I finished. “I promise.”He looked at me, his expression unreadable. “Be careful, Maren. She’s dangerous.”“I know.”I climbed out of the car, and he followed me to the porch. We stood there awkwardly for a moment, and I found myself not wanting him to leave.“Thank you,” I said softly. “For everything. For coming with me to the police station. I’m so grateful that you're here for me.”He stepped closer, and my breath caught. For a second, I thought he might kiss me. Part of me wanted him to. But he just squeezed my shoulder gently. “Lock your doors. Call me if you notice anything strange.”“I will.”I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, my heart still racing. What was happening to me
The laptop screen glowed in the darkness of my living room. I’d positioned it on the coffee table, angling the camera so the Elders could see me clearly, but making sure the background remained in shadow.The call connected, and three faces appeared.Elder Morgana sat in the center—ancient, sharp-eyed, her white hair pulled back tight. To her left was Elder Blackwood, broad-shouldered and scowling as usual. On her right sat Elder Cassius, his fingers steepled beneath his chin.“Calder,” Morgana said, her voice like grinding gravel. “Report.”I straightened in my chair. “The integration into Ridgeway Oaks is proceeding as planned. The mayor has been… cooperative. The humans have been given their timeline. One year to relocate.”“And the territory itself?” Thorne asked. “Is it suitable?”“More than suitable. Low supernatural presence. Our pack would thrive in these communities.”“Good.” Morgana’s eyes narrowed. “Now. Let’s discuss the recent… incident.”Here we go.“What the fuck happen
Maren pulled away from me slightly, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. Her breathing was still uneven, but the worst of the panic seemed to be passing.“Here’s what happened,” she said, her voice hoarse.“Okay.”She took a shaky breath. “Kendall organized a reunion. I thought it was just a casual get-together for old classmates. When I got there, everything seemed normal at first—food, drinks, people catching up. But then…” Her hands twisted in her lap. “Then things got weird. People started bragging, taking shots at each other. It turned hostile really fast, so I decided to leave.”I nodded, letting her continue.“But then Kendall called us back. Said she had something important to discuss. And then—” Her voice cracked. “Then someone tried to leave, and the door was locked. Kendall pulled out a gun. She had these men with her, three of them, all armed. She fired a shot to show that she wasn’t playing.”My jaw clenched. “She held you at gunpoint.”“Yes.” Maren’s eyes were d
“Last chance,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “Who sent you? Give me a name.”She spat blood at my feet. “Go… to hell…”My wolf snarled, wanting to finish her. But dead people couldn’t talk. I pulled back my fist and hit her—once, hard, right at the pressure point below her ear. Her eyes rolled back, and she went limp.I descended the fire escape. The parking lot was still empty, the body of her partner already cooling on the asphalt. I hauled his corpse up the fire escape, hiding both of them in the shadows of the roof where they wouldn’t be seen from the street.I rode to the nearest 24-hour hardware store. A bored teenager behind the counter barely looked up from his phone as I walked in. I grabbed a heavy-duty canvas bag, a coil of thick industrial-grade nylon rope, and a pair of bolt cutters, their blades gleaming under the fluorescent lights. The kid rang me up without comment, probably assuming I was some contractor on a late-night job.By the time I got back to the roof,







