Se connecterMona's POV The suitcase sat by the door like a countdown timer, each passing hour bringing us closer to the moment my firstborn would walk through that door and not come back for who knew how long."Stop staring at it," Derek said, but his eyes were fixed on the same leather case. "You're making it worse.""She's sixteen." The words came out broken. "She was just born yesterday. I can still feel her tiny fingers wrapping around mine.""Mom, you're being dramatic." Lyra descended the stairs, her phoenix fire dancing across her shoulders—controlled now, elegant, nothing like the wild flames of her childhood. "I'm not dying. I'm just... leaving."Just leaving. As if those words didn't rip through my chest worse than Lucian's claws ever had. But I forced a smile because this was her moment, her choice, her journey to make."Your transport arrives in twenty minutes," Cassian said from the kitchen, his voice carefully neutral. He'd been pretending not to care for weeks, but I'd heard him c
Mona's POV "I hate you!" Lyra's scream echoed through the house, followed by the slam of her bedroom door that rattled every window on the second floor.Derek stood at the bottom of the stairs, his jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grinding. "She's not going to the Phoenix Gathering alone. She's fifteen.""I told you to let me handle it," I said, though handling Lyra these days was like trying to hold fire with bare hands—possible, but guaranteed to leave scars."You always take her side." Cassian appeared in the kitchen doorway, his storm-wolf energy crackling with teenage resentment. "She throws tantrums and gets whatever she wants.""That's not true—""Really? Because Dad said no to my warrior training application, and you backed him up. But Lyra wants to fly across three territories to meet random phoenixes, and suddenly Dad's the villain?"Rose, eight and too perceptive for anyone's good, sat at the kitchen table drawing. "You're all being loud," she said without look
Mona's POV Marcus Blackstone's money trail led to seventeen shell companies, but I couldn't prove it in any court that would listen—not when half the judges had Pure Wolf Council sympathizers on their payrolls."We're losing," I told Derek after another failed referendum vote, this one in Moonrise Pack where we'd once had solid allies. "They're better at this game than we are.""Then we change the game." He pulled out a map, marking each pack where the Council had gained ground. "Look at the pattern. They're not winning in packs where people know you personally. They're winning where you're just a name, a concept."He was right. The Pure Wolf Council's greatest weapon was abstraction—the faceless "phoenix threat" was easier to fear than the woman who'd saved cubs, who'd bled for peace, who'd united packs. So I did something that went against every instinct: I became completely, vulnerably public.The first speech was in Northwind territory, where the Council had just opened their new
Mona's POV The letter arrived on a Tuesday morning, delivered by a wolf I didn't recognize, his eyes holding that particular blend of superiority and fear I'd learned to spot from a hundred yards away."From the Pure Wolf Council," he said, as if the name should mean something. "A formal declaration of our intentions."I read it while Derek made breakfast, the normal sounds of our children arguing over toast a strange backdrop to the political poison in my hands. Not threats of violence—those I could handle. This was worse. This was systematic dismantling disguised as democracy."They're organizing votes," I told Derek, sliding the letter across the table. "In twelve packs simultaneously. Referendums to repeal phoenix-wolf integration agreements.""Can they do that?" Lyra asked, fourteen and sharp as her flames. "Just vote away peace?""If they get enough support, yes." Derek's jaw tightened as he read. "They're not breaking any laws. They're using them."Cassian, his storm-wolf natu
Mona's POV The scream that tore through our house at three in the morning wasn't human—it was the sound of lightning given voice, of storms trapped in a ten-year-old boy's throat.I reached Cassian's room first, Derek half a second behind me, to find our son suspended three feet above his bed, electricity coursing through his small body in waves that made the air taste like copper and fear. His eyes were open but unseeing, crackling with white-blue light that shouldn't exist inside a child."Don't touch him!" Derek grabbed my arm as I reached forward. "The charge could kill you.""He's killing himself!" The words ripped from me as I watched my son convulse in midair, his storm-wolf nature awakening with a violence that made his infant powers look like gentle rain. The walls bore scorch marks from previous nights—this was the fourth time this week, but the worst yet.Lyra appeared in the doorway, thirteen years old and already deadly calm in crisis. "Should I get Aunt Sophie?""Yes. R
Mona's POV The Academy's great hall had never looked more magnificent, draped in silver and gold banners that caught the afternoon light like captured stars, but all I could see was the mark on Rose's shoulder that we still couldn't explain."Stop obsessing," Derek whispered, his hand finding mine as we took our seats. "Sophie said it could be a birthmark that's just becoming visible.""Sophie's lying to make us feel better," I whispered back, watching Aria take the stage one final time as Academy Director. She moved slower now, her hair completely silver, but her presence still commanded absolute attention."Today marks an ending and a beginning," Aria announced, her voice carrying to every corner of the packed hall. "Forty years I've served this Academy. I've trained thousands of wolves, watched the world change, sometimes helped change it myself. But time comes for us all, and it's time I passed this responsibility to younger hands."The crowd murmured appreciatively as her chosen
Mona's POV The scream that ripped through Silver Moon's main hall made everyone freeze. Then the sound of shattering wood, followed by Leon's voice, deadly calm: "Get out. Now."I found him standing over the splintered remains of what had been Marcus Blackstone's throne—a massive oak chair that ha
Mona's POV The mug shattered against the kitchen wall, coffee dripping like dark blood down the white paint."That's the third one this week," Derek said, not looking up from the pack reports scattered across our kitchen table. His voice was flat, controlled, but I felt the exhaustion beneath it t
Mona's POV The scream reached us three miles from Nightshade territory.Derek's entire body went rigid beside me in the car. His knuckles turned white on the steering wheel, and the speedometer climbed past ninety. That scream carried a message meant for him—pain shaped into sound, suffering desig
Mona's POV Amaya's golden eyes stared through me like I wasn't there."Amaya?" I whispered, reaching toward her, but she jerked back with inhuman speed. Her body moved wrong—too fluid, too precise, like something wearing human skin but forgetting how humans were supposed to move."That's not Amaya







