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372. Lighthouse.

作者: Denny Ink
last update 公開日: 2026-08-17 23:14:00

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 with

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  • The Mate They Threw Away   372. Lighthouse.

    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.

  • The Mate They Threw Away   371. Say It True.

    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

  • The Mate They Threw Away   370. The Only Cure.

    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

  • The Mate They Threw Away   369. Mirror DNA.

    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."

  • The Mate They Threw Away   368. Martial Law.

    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.

  • The Mate They Threw Away   367. Void-Alpha.

    Sage.The report came in three days after the Arena, delivered by one of Dominic's contacts with a face gone pale beneath his usual composure."You need to see this," he said, setting a tablet on the desk between us, hands unsteady. "Surveillance footage. Thorne's private compound, the one we've been trying to locate for weeks."I pulled the tablet closer, and the image on screen made my stomach turn, a sterile lab, similar in architecture to the photographs Dominic had shown me weeks ago, except this time the subject on the table wasn't a captured, unwilling victim.It was Thorne himself."He's injecting something," I said, watching the grainy footage with growing dread. "Into his own arm.""Void-Alpha parasite," the contact said grimly. "We intercepted enough of his research to identify the compound before we lost the feed. He's been developing it for months, theoretically, as something to weaponize against Source-wielders like you. We never anticipated he'd test it on himself.""Wh

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