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Pressure Valve
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The Mark You Hide One Lead
MaraGage snatched the photo out of my hand and shoved it in his pocket. I started to question him but he stormed away in perfect Gage fashion. I decided not to push the subject.. yet.The cabin was too clean and too quiet, built for people who needed to disappear. Gage called it a safe room. I called it a box with better lighting. And it hated me right back, too.He let me shower, which sounded generous until I realized he’d posted himself somewhere in the hall. I couldn’t hear him, but I could feel him—an annoying pull in my chest that had nothing to do with logic and everything to do with that stupid blood “tether” he’d forced on me.I turned the water hot and tried to wash off the bunker dust and the sick twist of that photo I’d found in the dresser. A woman who looked like my grandmother, standing beside wolves like it was a family picnic.Then I stepped out and realized I’d forgotten a towel.Of course I did.I stared at the empty hook, dripping, and aimed my voice at the door.
The Mark You Hide No Signal
MaraGage didn’t speed.That should’ve been reassuring. Instead it made me itch, because his burner had just lit up with a threat and he was still driving like we weren’t being hunted. Hands steady on the wheel. Eyes on mirrors. No wasted motion.The cab smelled like him—soap, leather, and that sharp animal edge. My mouth still carried a copper trace from his blood, and my body kept reacting to it, like chemistry could rewrite consent. Hated that the reaction felt good.I angled my knees toward the door and crossed my arms. “So are we going to talk about the camera someone bolted to your secret file cave?”“It’s not a cave,” he said.“Right. It’s a totally normal woods office where you keep a binder that literally says LEDGER – KEEP SEALED.”“Rule one,” he said, voice flat, “you don’t repeat what you saw.”I stared at him. “That’s not a rule. That’s a wish.”“It’s a rule.”Headlights glowed in the rearview mirror—far enough to pretend they were random, close enough to feel deliberate.
The Mark You Hide Pressure Valve
GageMara’s fingers were still on the folder when I reached the table.“Close it,” I said.She didn’t flinch. She looked up like she was daring me to make this worse. “So it’s real. A ledger. Names. Payments. Whatever you people don’t want to say out loud.”Mason shifted at the bunker door, shoulders squared, scent spiking sharp and pissed. He wanted me to let him handle the problem the old way.I set my palm on the folder and pushed it shut myself. “You’ve seen enough.”“Convenient,” Mara snapped.“Mara.” The bond tugged the moment I said her name—my body wired to respond to her. I forced my voice flat. “Back away from the table.”Mason angled between her and the exit. “Alpha, she’s touching sealed records.”His eyes flicked to her mouth, then her throat. Too focused. Not attraction—assessment. He was deciding where to grab.“Don’t,” I said, without looking at him.He froze. Alpha voice didn’t need volume. It needed certainty.Mara’s gaze cut to Mason. “Tell your guard dog to unclenc
The Mark You Hide Controlled Access
MaraThe bunker wasn’t what I expected.In my head, “pack grounds” meant cabins and bonfires and a bunch of wolves acting like this was some rugged brand. Instead, Gage drove me past the lodge and training yard and down a gravel service road that cut into the trees. No music. No talking. Just him, focused. His attention stayed on the road like he was already ten moves ahead, and I was the unexpected variable he hated.He stopped in front of a low concrete structure half-buried into a hill. Steel door. Keypad. One camera that looked newer than the building.“A bunker,” I said. “Of course you have a bunker.”“Out,” Gage replied.A wolf from the kitchen—Mason—stood by the door with his arms crossed. He didn’t look at me like a guest. He looked at me like a problem.Gage keyed in a code and pulled the door open. “Inside.”“What is this?” I asked, holding my ground for half a second.“Controlled access,” he said. “You wanted proof. You get a piece.”I went in because the alternative was be
The Mark You Hide The Council
GageThe elders don’t meet in the packhouse. Not officially. They meet in the den—an old room tucked behind the library, lined with dark wood and older rules. No windows. No phones. A ward stone in the lintel turns every signal into static.I stand at the center of their circle because that’s what an Alpha does when his authority is being weighed like meat.Voss sits in the high chair, silver hair braided tight, eyes pale as winter. To his left, Maren and Holt—both sharp enough to smell a lie through brick. The rest of them form a half ring of bodies. No one offers me a seat. In this room, a chair is permission. If you sit without it, you submit. If you demand it, you admit you need it. So I stand and let them read my spine.“You brought a human into our home,” Voss says, like he’s reading a report.“I brought a witness into a secured room,” I answer. My voice is even. My wolf is not. It prowls behind my ribs, keyed to the pull I can still feel through the bond. She’s awake. She’s ang
The Mark You Hide Leverage
MaraGage didn’t give me time to argue. One minute I was in that guest room with Wren staring at me like I’d grown a second head, and the next the door opened and the Alpha filled the frame.“Shoes,” he said.“I’m wearing socks,” I answered. But he gave me a look that I didn't feel like arguing with so I slipped on my shoes.“Move.”“Where?”“Somewhere the council can’t reach in two minutes.”That got my attention. “The council?”He grabbed my wrist—firm, not painful—and pulled me into the hall. Two wolves stood guard. Big, blank-faced, watching me like I was a spark near gasoline.“You can’t keep dragging me around like luggage,” I hissed.Gage didn’t slow. “Do you want to stay breathing?”“I’d also like my civil rights intact.”He moved fast through the packhouse, turning corners like he’d planned them. The place was bigger than I’d seen from my room—old wood, stone, wide halls—and full of people pretending not to stare. Conversations cut off as we passed. Eyes tracked us. A pack, n
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