Mag-log inSage.Thorne arrived at the quarry three hours after we'd finished setting the trap, exactly as Strahovsky's tracking model had predicted, his massive, chitinous form cresting the ridge line with the multiplied eyes already fixed unerringly on my position."Doctor Winters," he called, voice still layered wrong across the empty quarry air. "How considerate of you to make yourself so easy to find.""I got tired of waiting for you to find me on your own schedule," I called back, standing my ground at the center of the defensible ring Dominic and Kieran had spent the last three hours preparing. "Figured we'd do this on mine instead.""Confidence. I do admire that, even now." He advanced, ground cracking beneath each footfall, and I felt the combined forces of Black Crest and Silver Crest tense along the quarry's ridges, waiting for my signal."Now," I said, quiet, and the ambush sprang.Fighters poured down from both ridgelines, a coordinated assault unlike anything Silver Crest and Black
Sage.The Council's authority didn't survive the week.Elder by Elder, the confessions from the Arena rippled outward, other packs demanding their own reckonings, other Alphas suddenly questioning bonds and rejections and decisions they'd assumed were purely their own. The martial law order collapsed within days, unenforceable once the officials meant to carry it out found themselves facing their own furious constituents instead.It should have felt like victory. It didn't, not fully, because Thorne was still out there, and the collapse of Council authority meant we'd lost whatever fragile coordination had existed to actually fight him.
Sage.I held them for three hours that night, long past when anyone would have judged me for it, Emma's small fist curled around my finger, Liam's breathing slow and even against my chest, Noah watching me with the solemn, searching gaze he'd had since birth, like he already understood more than an infant should.I didn't decide anything in those three hours. I just held them, and let myself feel the full weight of loving something the world seemed determined to turn into a resource.By morning, I had a different kind of clarity not about the cure, not yet, but about what I needed to do first."The Council," I told Dominic over br
Sage.The Void-Salt gas cleared within the hour, Black Crest reinforcements arriving fast enough to drive the Council enforcement units back from the breached wing, but the victory felt hollow standing in the wreckage of what had once been my clinic's east corridor."Casualties?" I asked, voice still hoarse from hours without my Source, without the Twilight, without anything but ordinary hands and ordinary training."Twelve wounded, none fatal," Nessa reported. "We got lucky.""We didn't get lucky. You saved that artery with nothing but pressure and gauze." Dominic's hand found my shoulder, steadying, proud in a way that eased something
Sage.We had less than a day before the Council's deadline, and I spent the first six hours of it in the makeshift lab Strahovsky had set up in the Sanctuary's basement, staring at a dead Rift creature's exposed genetic sequence and trying not to think about the countdown ticking somewhere above our heads."It's not a werewolf," Strahovsky said, adjusting the microscope's focus with steady, unhurried hands despite the chaos unfolding one floor above her. "Not entirely. This creature came through during the last tremor, killed two scouts before it died of what appears to be exposure to our world's atmosphere. Its biology wasn't built to survive here.""Show me the sequence again."
Sage.I didn't remember phasing away from Thorne's claws so much as simply finding myself somewhere else, the world stretched thin around me the way it had during the Bone-Singer attack, every second of the fight arriving a fraction slower than it should have.Thorne recovered fast, faster than his size suggested he should, and turned his cluster of eyes toward Dominic instead, who'd already closed the distance with his sabers drawn."Alpha," Thorne said, voice still layered wrong, almost amused. "I did wonder if you'd bring your blades to this particular fight.""I bring them to every fight," Dominic said, and struck.







