LOGINEthan POVI was sitting outside my father's room when the phone rang, Luna finally asleep in the chair beside his bed after hours of refusing to leave, Mira's spell holding steady enough that the violet along his skin had stopped spreading entirely. It wasn't a cure. It was a pause. But it was the first pause we'd had all day, and I'd intended to spend it exactly like this, slumped against the hallway wall, finally letting the exhaustion of the day catch up with me.The screen lit up with Damian's name, and I was on my feet before the first ring had fully finished."Damian." I kept my voice low, aware of my father's door a few feet away. "Where are you?"Static, then a breath, ragged and labored. "Ethan."His voice barely sounded like his own, thin and strained, and the sound of it put every instinct in me on immediate alert. "Damian, talk to me. Where are you?""I don't—" He broke off, a wet, pained sound following that I didn't like at all. "I don't fully know. Somewhere in the wood
Sophia POVThe estate had finally gone quiet by the time Ethan found me on the back terrace, the chaos of the day settled into something more manageable — Liam resting under Mira's continued care, the curse pulled back enough that his color had returned, though the full cure still waited somewhere in whatever memory the spell had been built around. Luna hadn't left his side. The rescued captives were settled at a secure facility Raymond had arranged, Emma and Nathan staying close to each other in the aftermath of a grief none of us could fully carry for her. Damian was still missing, a wound none of us had found time to address properly yet, every search coming back empty.But for this one hour, this one quiet stretch of evening, Ethan had asked me to step outside with him, away from the Guardians, away from the crisis still humming beneath everything else."You said something out there," he said, standing close, the bandage on his shoulder visible beneath his torn shirt. "I need to h
Sophia POVMira's spell had pulled the violet light almost entirely to the surface of Liam's skin when the smoke finally broke from the treeline, thick and black and moving with a speed that told me Elira hadn't been resting all afternoon. She'd been gathering."She's back," Nathan's voice crackled over the radio clipped to a Guardian's belt nearby, breathless, urgent. "Emma and I spotted smoke near the eastern tree line. It's moving toward the main lot."Ethan was on his feet instantly, every trace of the careful restraint he'd shown earlier burning away in the face of a fresh threat to his father. I grabbed his arm before he could move."Don't," I said. "You can't leave him. Not now, not while Mira's this close to finishing the counter-spell.""If Elira's coming here, I need to meet her before she reaches us," he said, torn, his whole body vibrating with the need to act."She's not going to attack us directly," Mira said, not looking up from her work, sweat beading along her forehea
Nathan POVI carried Emma's mother myself, wrapped in one of the Guardian jackets, laid gently on the back of the transport truck alongside the other losses the day had cost us. Emma didn't watch me do it. She sat on the tailgate of a different vehicle, staring at nothing, her hands still stained dark, her whole body wrapped around a stillness that scared me more than the earlier screaming had.I climbed up beside her and didn't say anything at first. I'd learned, in the months since her transformation, that Emma didn't need words most of the time. She needed presence. She needed to know someone wasn't going to flinch away from whatever she was feeling, however ugly or raw it got."You can go help with the others," she said finally, not looking at me. "I know they need you. Liam, the search for Damian. I don't need a babysitter.""I'm not babysitting you," I said. "I'm staying because I want to.""You should go.""I'm not going."She was quiet for a long moment, her jaw working, somet
Emma POVI'd come to help with the rescued captives the same way I'd come to help with everything lately, following the sound of Mira's call about the attack, needing to be useful, needing to do something other than wait for news from a distance. Lily was still helping coordinate blankets and water for the shaken survivors near the treeline when I saw her.My mother.She stood near the far edge of the crowd, disoriented, her hair matted and gray with dust, her hospital scrubs — she'd been working a night shift, I remembered dimly, the night she disappeared three weeks ago, I'd been too deep in my own crisis to even register she was gone — hanging torn off one shoulder. She was turning in a slow circle, scanning faces, the same desperate searching every captive had done since emerging into daylight."Mom."The word came out of me strangled, disbelieving, and I started running before I'd fully processed what I was seeing, pushing past Guardians and huddled survivors, my whole chest achi
Sophia POVMira's spell pulled the light deeper into Liam's chest, and for a moment nothing else existed except the sound of his ragged breathing and the quiet, desperate murmur of her voice working against whatever curse had sunk its roots into him."I need everyone back," Mira said, not looking up. "The curse will try to lash out as it's dragged toward the surface. Give us space."Ethan didn't move. "I'm not leaving him.""Then stay low and stay still," Mira said. "But if that violet light reaches your skin, you'll pull part of the curse onto yourself. I can't promise what that would do to a wolf."I pulled Ethan back a step, keeping my hand firm in his, and we watched together, helpless in the way that only waiting beside someone you love can be. Across the lot, Elira's expression had shifted from satisfaction to something sharper, watchful, like she hadn't fully expected us to try to counter the spell at all.The Guardians moved behind us without waiting for orders, Connor directi







