LOGINNeris's POV"Come closer, Neris. Let's not waste the last hour of darkness on formalities."Kessel's voice carries across the old bridge, calm as always, and behind him I see Cassian slumped against a support post, hands bound, blood matting one side of his face, alive but barely holding consciousness."Let him go first," I say, stopping a careful distance away, hands visible, exactly as instructed."That's not how this works, and you know it." Kessel steps aside slightly, giving me a clearer view of Cassian's condition, deliberate in the cruelty of it. "You've come alone, as requested. I'm impressed by your restraint, given what I suspect you actually wanted to do the moment you received my message.""What do you want.""The same thing I've always wanted." He gestures, and two guards step forward, flanking me on either side without touching me yet. "Full cooperation. No more resistance, no more running, no more delaying an outcome that was always inevitable.""And if I refuse.""Then
Neris's POV"We go now."Evren's already moving toward the tree line before the words finish leaving his mouth, blade still drawn, blood still drying on his sleeve from a fight that ended twenty minutes ago and already feels like a lifetime."Evren, stop." Lucien catches his arm, and Evren rounds on him with a fury I've rarely seen directed at either of his friends."They took him, Lucien. Every minute we stand here debating strategy is another minute he's alone with people who murder instructors and burn down entire families for existing.""And charging into unknown enemy territory with no plan gets you captured too, or worse, gets him killed the moment they realize we're coming." Lucien's voice stays level, but something underneath it has gone hard, urgent in a way that matches the crisis without matching Evren's raw panic. "We need information before we move. Numbers, position, what they actually want in exchange for him.""We know what they want." Evren's jaw is tight, fury barely
Neris's POV"They're coming through the north perimeter!"The shout carries across what's left of the courtyard, and I'm moving before I've fully processed the words, my wolf already answering the demand for speed."How many?" I ask, reaching the perimeter wall where a cluster of instructors and older students have gathered, weapons drawn, faces set with the particular grim determination of people who know exactly how outmatched they are."Too many to count clearly," an instructor says, voice tight. "Vashti's forces. Full combat units, not the scattered mercenaries we've dealt with before."I climb onto the remains of the collapsed wall, and the sight beyond it steals whatever confidence I'd managed to build over the last hour. Dozens of armed figures moving through the tree line in disciplined formation, torchlight glinting off actual military equipment instead of the improvised gear Kessel's hired attackers carried."That's not a raid," Lucien says, arriving beside me, his expressio
Neris's POV"You could leave. Tonight."Lucien says it quietly, watching me across the wreckage-strewn courtyard where students are still being counted, still being treated for injuries, the academy behind us reduced to smoking ruins and cracked stone."What do you mean, leave?""I mean exactly that." He gestures toward the tree line beyond the collapsed perimeter wall, dark and open and, for the first time in weeks, essentially unguarded. "Kessel's people are regrouping. Vashti's forces are still hours out, delayed by whatever chaos the chamber's activation caused across the surrounding territories. For perhaps the next few hours, nobody is actively watching this exact stretch of forest.""You're suggesting I run.""I'm suggesting you have an option you haven't fully considered." His voice stays careful, measured. "Disappear. Change your name again. Live somewhere no one thinks to search for a bloodline everyone already believes destroyed twice over. You could have an ordinary life,
Neris's POV"Your father wasn't ordinary either."Lucien says it carefully, spreading a second set of documents across the table beside the containment log Ysolde gave me hours ago, his exhaustion visible but his focus unwavering despite everything else the night has cost all of us."What do you mean, ordinary?" I ask. "I thought this was entirely about my mother's bloodline.""So did I, until I cross-referenced his name against genealogical records I hadn't thought to check before." He taps a faded page, a family tree branching backward through generations I don't recognize. "Your father's name appears in records connected to something called the Virel line. Another bloodline predating the current territorial system, though considerably less discussed in academy history than Kaelith.""Less discussed how?""Kaelith was the founding vessel of Alpha authority, the source every current bloodline claims descent from, however diluted that claim actually is," Cassian says, joining us, exha
Neris's POV"You need to stop moving your leg. It's not going to heal properly if you keep testing it every five minutes."Ysolde ignores me, wincing as she shifts against the makeshift bandage Lucien wrapped around her calf twenty minutes ago, the academy still smoldering behind us in pieces too large to fully process yet."I'm fine.""You're not fine. You nearly lost that leg to a support column an hour ago." I sit down beside her on the cold grass, exhaustion finally catching up with every muscle in my body now that the immediate crisis of collapsing buildings has, temporarily, subsided. "Stop being stubborn for exactly one evening."Something almost like a laugh escapes her, thin and pained. "You sound like you actually care whether I heal correctly.""I do care. I've told you that twice tonight already.""I know." She stares out at the wreckage, firelight flickering across features I've spent twelve years learning to read for cruelty and calculation, finding instead something raw