The assassin didn’t fight.
He lay beneath Mira, still breathing hard, blood streaked across his temple where his mask had torn but his eyes were wide open. Gold and grey, mirroring hers. “Get off me,” he rasped. Mira didn’t move. “Who are you?” she demanded, her claws still pressed to his throat. He smirked. “Guess.” Liam stepped closer, still pale. “This isn’t possible. I would’ve known if I had a twin.” “Not if you were never supposed to,” the assassin said bitterly. “Not if one of us was hidden… built… for something else.” Grey growled. “Enough riddles.” Mira slowly eased off him, but didn’t let her claws drop. “You were one of them. A Ghost Howler.” He pushed up on his elbows. “Was.” “Why?” Liam asked. “Why betray your blood?” The assassin looked at him, not with hatred, but with something colder. Indifference. “I wasn’t raised to be your brother,” he said. “I was raised to destroy her.” Mira’s stomach flipped. “You were made for me.” He nodded. “Not as a mate. As a mirror. A balance. In case you became too strong.” “Like a… failsafe,” Grey said. The assassin gave a hollow laugh. “Exactly.” Silence hung thick around them. Mira’s voice came out as a whisper. “Who gave the order?” “Valda,” he said. “But she wasn’t the architect. She just played her part. There’s someone else. Older. Hidden even from the packs. They call her the Midwife of Moons.” Liam frowned. “That’s just a myth.” “No,” Mira murmured. “It’s not.” She remembered something. A name whispered during her first shift. A dream. A woman’s voice laced with power and pain. A promise that one would rise… and one would fall. She looked down at the man again. “What’s your name?” He hesitated. Then, “Ash.” Her heart stuttered. “Like ashes of a burned future.” “No,” Ash said. “Like what’s left when everything else is gone.” Grey shifted beside her. “Why didn’t you kill her tonight?” Ash looked at Mira, and for the first time… something flickered across his face. Not hatred. Regret. “Because I saw her shift. And something inside me cracked. I wasn’t made to feel. But I felt that.” “You felt the bond,” Mira said slowly. “I don’t want it,” Ash said. “But it’s there.” Liam’s jaw clenched. “We should kill him now.” “No,” Mira said sharply. Both men turned to her in shock. “He knows too much. And if he defected, he can lead us back to Valda’s source. To this… Midwife.” “You trust him?” Grey asked. “No,” Mira said. “But I believe him.” Ash tilted his head. “Smart Luna.” She turned away. “Don’t call me that.” They marched him back to the cabin, Grey tying his hands with silver thread, Liam keeping a blade at his spine. Ash didn’t resist. Once inside, Mira stood over him again. “One question,” she said. “Answer it right, and you stay alive.” Ash raised an eyebrow. “Only one?” “Who else knows about me? About the bond between us?” He went still. Then whispered, “Everyone in the Circle.” Grey tensed. “The inner Ghost Howler council?” “No,” Ash said. “The one above it. The one that breeds wolves like weapons and burns the rest. The ones who made her.” Mira’s blood ran cold. “There’s a list,” he said. “Names. Coordinates. Birthtimes. Powers. You’re number thirteen.” “And you?” Grey asked. Ash looked up, his voice colder than before. “Fourteen.” Mira stared. Not the last. Not even close. Before she could speak, a howl pierced the air. Close. Maddened. Familiar. Liam paled. “That’s Dad.” Mira bolted for the door. But what she found outside stopped her cold. Her father was no longer resting. He was gone. And in his place… Were claw marks burned into the trees. Letters carved with blood. “Luna must ascend. Or die.” End of Chapter Fifteen …………………. Ash is Mira’s twin, created to counter her. But how many others were born under the same dark star? And now that her father has vanished… is he still an ally or the next enemy waiting in the shadows?The door sealed shut behind them with a hiss.Vault Three wasn’t just underground—it was beneath something ancient. Mira could feel it in her bones. Every step echoed like they were walking through the veins of a sleeping giant.Cold lights flickered to life overhead, buzzing with energy that hadn’t pulsed in years.Grey moved ahead, blade drawn.Liam scanned the walls, thick with frost and symbols etched in a language even Mira’s wolf didn’t recognize.Ash stayed close to Echo, whose expression had gone blank.“She’s remembering,” Ash said. “This place was imprinted into her core.”Echo raised a hand, fingers brushing the wall like she was touching a memory.“There was a woman,” she whispered. “White coat. White eyes. She never blinked.”Mira felt the chill deepen.They passed rows of empty glass tanks, cracked, drained, abandoned. Some still had claw marks inside.One had blood that hadn’t dried.Liam swore softly. “They raised them like weapons.”“No,” Ash said. “They manufactured
The replacements moved like shadows made of steel.Not quite wolves. Not quite machines. Not human.Their armor clinked with each calculated step, coated in matte black, no insignias. Their faces were hidden beneath seamless masks with no eye slits, just a single glowing ring at the center, white-hot and unblinking.Echo clung to Mira’s side, trembling. “They’re the ones that watched us. When we were sleeping.”Mira stepped in front of her. “Stay behind me.”Ash’s voice was low and urgent. “They're Echo Operatives. Late-series models. Pure command-level.”“How many?” Grey asked, blades drawn.“Does it matter?” Liam growled. “They bleed, they fall.”“No,” Ash said, backing slowly. “They don’t bleed.”The five replacements stopped in perfect formation, then split. Two flanked wide, one stepped directly forward, and the other two disappeared into the trees without a sound.“They’re circling us,” Mira muttered. “Trying to box us in.”She looked at Ash. “What are their directives?”“To ret
The girl—Echo, or Thirteen-One, or whatever she truly was slept curled in Mira’s blanket, her breath soft, but her presence anything but.The cabin was too quiet. Even the fire refused to crackle.“She’s not just a child,” Ash said from the corner, arms crossed, voice low. “She’s a trigger.”“For what?” Grey asked, sharpening a blade he hadn’t set down since the attack.Ash didn’t answer. Mira stared into the fire, her eyes burning.“She said there were more,” she murmured. “Caged. Like her. Some with blood like mine. Some with Liam’s face.”Liam leaned against the wall near the door. “Why us?”“Because they mapped us,” Ash said. “Before you were even born. Genetic resonance. Traits, instincts, rare alpha markers… they cataloged them. The ones who survived, they stored. The ones they couldn't control…” He shrugged.“Erased,” Mira finished coldly.The child stirred slightly, murmuring Mira’s name in her sleep. The sound cut deeper than a blade.“What would they use her for?” Grey asked
Mira didn’t move.She couldn’t.The girl in the clearing looked no older than seven. Dressed in a simple white shift, barefoot in the frost-bitten grass, her silver eyes shimmered with eerie familiarity. Her voice, when she said “Mother?”—had cracked something deep and primal inside Mira’s chest.Grey and Liam burst through the trees behind her.“Mira!” Grey called, tense. “What did you….”He stopped when he saw the child.Liam went still, too. “Is that…?”“I don’t know,” Mira said. Her voice sounded far away, even to herself.The child stepped forward, her lips trembling. “I dreamed of you. You smell like fire and moonlight. You’re… mine.”“No,” Mira said softly, her heart hammering. “That’s not possible. I don’t have a child.”Ash appeared at the edge of the clearing, his usual calm cracked. “She’s not supposed to be here.”“What do you mean?” Mira snapped. “Who is she?”He stared at the girl. “She’s from the vault. One of the contingency prototypes. They called her Echo.”The child
The forest swallowed sound. No wind. No birds. Just silence and the claw marks burned into the bark outside the cabin. Luna must ascend. Or die. Mira stared at the message, her pulse thunderous in her ears. The blood used to write it still smoked, like it had been carved with molten fury. Her father was gone. Again. “Tracks,” Liam said, crouching low. “Fresh. But not full wolf. Controlled.” Grey paced behind him, eyes scanning the perimeter. “Someone masked their scent. Just like the Howlers. Could be them.” “Could be him,” Mira said softly. They all looked up. “You think your father…?” Liam asked, hesitant. “I think Valda didn’t just tether him,” she said. “She changed something in him. Left a trigger we didn’t see.” Behind her, Ash chuckled from the doorway. “Now you’re getting it.” Liam stepped toward him, blade flashing, but Grey held him back. “No,” Mira said. “He’s right. This isn’t just about control anymore. It’s about activation.” Ash leaned casually against the
The assassin didn’t fight.He lay beneath Mira, still breathing hard, blood streaked across his temple where his mask had torn but his eyes were wide open. Gold and grey, mirroring hers.“Get off me,” he rasped.Mira didn’t move.“Who are you?” she demanded, her claws still pressed to his throat.He smirked. “Guess.”Liam stepped closer, still pale. “This isn’t possible. I would’ve known if I had a twin.”“Not if you were never supposed to,” the assassin said bitterly. “Not if one of us was hidden… built… for something else.”Grey growled. “Enough riddles.”Mira slowly eased off him, but didn’t let her claws drop. “You were one of them. A Ghost Howler.”He pushed up on his elbows. “Was.”“Why?” Liam asked. “Why betray your blood?”The assassin looked at him, not with hatred, but with something colder. Indifference.“I wasn’t raised to be your brother,” he said. “I was raised to destroy her.”Mira’s stomach flipped. “You were made for me.”He nodded. “Not as a mate. As a mirror. A bala