LOGINWhat I saw made my blood run cold.
Heavily armed men were moving through the crowd like wolves through sheep. I recognized them immediately, High Guards of the Council, their black uniforms and silver insignias marking them as the elite enforcers of Alpha law. They were violently shoving people out of the way, their weapons raised threateningly. An elderly woman fell to the ground, and they stepped over her without a second glance. A young man tried to help her up and was struck across the face with the butt of a rifle for his trouble.
And they were all heading toward my door.
Without thinking, without considering the consequences or the danger or how monumentally stupid I was being, I dashed forward to confront the
I had barely settled back into reviewing the reports on my desk when the door opened again, this time with far less drama. Asher glided into the room with his characteristic grace, looking thoroughly amused by something. There was a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes sparkled with barely contained mirth.“Your uncle seemed a bit upset,” he observed with mock innocence as he moved further into the chamber, his movements fluid and relaxed. “Family quarrel, I presume? Or just the usual power struggles that make our lives so endlessly entertaining?”“I just reminded him of his place in the hierarchy, that’s all,” I replied, setting aside the papers I’d been trying to focus on. They could wait. “So, what elaborate lies
I liked Mason Stone pissed off. There was something deeply satisfying about watching his carefully constructed composure crack, seeing the veins in his neck pulse with barely contained rage, knowing that I was the one who’d put that furious gleam in his eyes. I loved making him understand that no matter how many clever schemes he concocted, no matter how far ahead he thought he’d moved, ten steps, twenty, a hundred, I was always further ahead. Always fifty steps beyond his reach, watching his machinations like a chess player who’d already seen the endgame.The afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the Hall, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Asher had left hours ago for another one of his favorite activities, meetings with our allies where he would spin elaborate webs of half-truths and careful omissions, somehow making everyone believe they were getting exactly what they wanted while giving them nothing at all. Meanwhile, Kieran had departed on what I conside
What I saw made my blood run cold.Heavily armed men were moving through the crowd like wolves through sheep. I recognized them immediately, High Guards of the Council, their black uniforms and silver insignias marking them as the elite enforcers of Alpha law. They were violently shoving people out of the way, their weapons raised threateningly. An elderly woman fell to the ground, and they stepped over her without a second glance. A young man tried to help her up and was struck across the face with the butt of a rifle for his trouble.And they were all heading toward my door.Without thinking, without considering the consequences or the danger or how monumentally stupid I was being, I dashed forward to confront the
SAGEThe wretched and broken stayed here. That’s what everyone said about Mountain Back, and they weren’t wrong. This place was home to the lowliest of the low, the forgotten ones, the castoffs, the wolves who didn’t fit into Silver Crest’s pristine vision of itself. Here, crime rates were high enough to make the Council conveniently look the other way. Poverty wasn’t just common; it was the default state of existence. Violence simmered beneath every interaction, ready to boil over at the slightest provocation. This was the most dangerous part of Silver Crest, the shadow that the gleaming halls tried desperately to pretend didn’t exist.Ironically, it was where I felt at home the most.The thought made me laugh bitterly as I walked through streets that seemed even more deteriorated than I remembered. It had changed for the worst since the last time I was here, which felt like a lifetime ago but was only a handful of years. The streets were dirtier now, covered in refuse that no one bo
There were three arms of the council, each with their designated role in the governing of Silver Crest. The Executive held the most power, making the crucial decisions that shaped our world. The Legislature came second, tasked with writing the laws that supposedly bound us all. The Judiciary interpreted those laws, serving as judges and arbiters when disputes arose.In reality, they meant nothing to me. The truth was that none of them had any real power. Kieran, Asher, and I were the ones who held absolute authority. Everyone else was playing at being lords and masters, performing their roles in a system that was fundamentally broken. It was a government that was corrupt at its core and most of the time made no true sense whatsoever.But there had to be rules and regulations. We needed the appearance of order, the illusion of civilization. We were not animals, after all, even if the beast lived within us all.A member of the council stood up, and I immediately deleted
Damon The pain cut deep, settling into the dark embers of my soul as I watched Sage walk away from me. Again. Just like four and a half years ago, I was powerless to stop her. My hands hung uselessly at my sides, my throat tight with words I couldn't speak. Words that wouldn't matter anyway.I couldn't blame her for not trusting me. For refusing to believe whatever I had to say. How could I? The other Alphas and I had shattered her. We had crushed her heart, ground her soul into dust beneath our decisions. If only she knew it had all been for her own good. If only she could understand what we had sacrificed to keep her safe.My phone buzzed insistently in my pocket. I didn't need to check it to know who was calling or what they wanted. Kieran, the Alpha Primus, demanding my attendance at the emergency council meeting. The violent outbreaks spreading across Silver Crest had reached a critical point, and as an Alpha myself, I had no choice but to answer the summons. To refuse would be







