LOGIN"You’re three minutes late, Abigail."I didn't look up from the tablet. My thumb swiped through the quarterly projections for the Silver-Oak merger, but the numbers were just static. Noise. The real data was pulsing through the link in my skull. Caleb was a shadow against the floor-to-ceiling glass behind me, his violet eyes tracking the movement of every suit in the room. I could feel his hunger. It was a sharp, jagged thing, tasting of iron and cold mountain air."The mag-lev had a technical hiccup, Mr. Walker." Abigail Moore pulled out a chair at the far end of the long obsidian table. She didn't scurry. She didn't apologize. She sat down and adjusted the cuffs of her silk blazer. "I assume we’re here to discuss the Carpathian Void?""I’m here to discuss why a green-tech startup CEO knows my internal security terminology." I tapped the center of the table.A holographic Void symbol erupted from the obsidian. It pulsed red, casting long, bloody shadows across the faces of the twelve
"The signal is gone."Caleb’s fingers slammed against the glass console. The holographic map of Eastern Europe flickered. A cluster of twelve silver dots—the Carpathian Pack—simply vanished. In their place, a jagged, red Void symbol pulsed like a fresh wound."Check the satellite's bio-rhythm sensors." I stepped closer to the primary display. The clinical blue glow reflected in my eyes. "It’s a glitch. Recalibrate the feed.""It's not a glitch, Ethan." Caleb didn't look up. His pulse was a frantic hammer against our psychic link. "The sensors are active. The satellites are sweeping the sector. There's just... nothing. It’s like they were never there.""Twelve wolves don't just stop existing." I gripped the edge of the terminal. The metal groaned under my weight. "They shifted ten minutes ago. We had their heart rates. Their body temps. We had everything.""Look at the frequency logs." Caleb swiped his hand through the air. A waterfall of raw data tumbled across the screen. "A Nullifie
"Get the chopper ready."I didn't wait for the council members to stop staring. I stepped off the helipad, my boots clicking against the cold metal. My blood was humming. A low-frequency vibration that skipped across the link I now shared with Caleb. Every time he breathed, I felt his lungs expand. Every time he looked at me, a surge of heat hit my stomach."Ethan, the council is still deliberating," Elara Thorne called out. Her voice was thin. Brittle. She stood near the hangar doors, her hands knotted together. "You can't just leave after what happened at the cathedral. There are protocols for a—""The protocols are dead, Elara." I stopped and turned. My silver eyes caught the morning light, sharp enough to cut. Caleb walked up behind me. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. The violet tint in his irises made the council elders back away. "I’m not asking for permission to return to my estate. I’m telling you the hierarchy has changed. The old laws? The ones about pure blood and
"You're not doing this."My voice ripped through the incense-choked air of the cathedral, thick as a physical blow. Caleb didn’t move. Couldn’t move. He lay strapped to the cold marble slab, his bare chest glistening with a layer of sweat and silver-nitrate gel. The violet runes carved into his skin pulsed with a rhythmic, sickening light. Miller, that hack-priest in the blood-stained cassock, held the long needle over Caleb's neck. He looked up, his eyes wide and frantic."Stay back, Ethan! It’s already started. If you break the circle, the shunt triggers. He dies. You both die.""I said—stop." I didn't walk. I lunged.My claws tore through the air, catching the edge of the stone altar. The granite shrieked and cracked under my grip. I wasn't just an Alpha anymore; I was a cornered animal with nothing left to lose but the man on the table. The "Purifiers" in the shadows shifted, their silver-loaded rifles clicking as they took aim."Ethan, please." Caleb’s voice was a dry, broken rat
"Don't touch the straps, Ethan."Caleb’s voice was a dry rattle, barely audible over the hum of the silver-nitrate pump. I froze. My claws were an inch from the leather binding his left wrist to the cold marble of the altar. The cathedral smelled like a medical ward in hell—antiseptic, burnt sage, and the copper tang of fresh blood. Outside, the rain of Neo-Veridia hammered against the boarded-up stained glass, but inside, the only sound was the frantic, electronic beep of the Dead Man’s Switch."The hell I won't." I kept my voice low, a vibrating growl that made the dust on the floor dance. "I didn't tear through half the Red District to watch you bleed out on a rock. You're coming home.""Look at the display, Alpha."A man stepped out from behind a fluted stone pillar. He wore a white lab coat over a priest’s cassock. Father Miller. He held a tablet in one hand and a silver-tipped scalpel in the other. He didn't look like a holy man. He looked like a butcher who’d gone to med school
"Where is he?"I slammed Jonathan Hayes against the concrete pillar of the fighting pit. The impact sent a vibration through the rebar that I felt in my own teeth. Dust and dried blood flaked off the stone, coating my tailored sleeves. Around us, the roar of the betting crowd in "The Crucible" turned into a low, jagged murmur."You're late, Ethan." Jonathan grinned. It wasn't a friendly look. His lip was split, a thick cord of dark blood stretching between his teeth. He didn't struggle. He just leaned into the pressure of my forearm against his throat. "Always trailing the scent. Never catching the rabbit.""I didn't come here for riddles." I shoved harder. His windpipe gave a dry, rhythmic click. "I saw you in the ring. The way you moved. You were wearing his style. His footwork. Why the hell are you wearing Caleb's mask?""Because he paid me to." Jonathan’s voice was a wheeze. He reached up, his fingers stained with the copper tang of the fighters he’d just leveled. He tapped the bl
"Where the hell is he?"I slammed the silver cufflink onto the mahogany desk. The wood didn't just dent; it groaned and split. The heavy grain splintered under the pressure of my palm. My breath came in ragged, hot hitches that smelled of ozone and the charred cedar of the Glass Hall. Behind me, th
"I'm sorry, Alpha," Caleb said. He took my father’s other hand. "My father... he... I didn't know.""I know," David said. He coughed, a spray of red blood hitting my chest. "He... loved... you, Caleb. He just... loved... the wrong... side... of the moon."My father’s grip tightened on my hand for o
"Don't move, Ethan."Caleb’s voice was a jagged shard of glass. He stood five feet away, the silver dagger in his hand trembling so hard it blurred. I didn't look at him. I couldn't. My father—or the thing wearing my father’s skin—was pinned to the marble floor beneath me. The Construct’s chest hea
"Take... him... out..." Caleb choked. He looked at me, his eyes already turning white. "Take the mother... Ethan... now!"I looked at Elara. She wasn't smiling anymore. She was backing away toward the hidden door behind the tapestry."You think you can just leave?" I growled.I surged upward, the C







