تسجيل الدخولJason's POVThe front door was still settling in its frame after Celeste stormed out of the room when I turned to look at Mason.Mason looked right back at me, the same weight sitting behind his eyes that was probably sitting behind mine.Neither of us spoke for a moment. The sitting room felt different now, emptier than it should have for a space that still held the two of us in it."What just happened?" I asked.Mason exhaled slowly and rubbed a hand across his jaw. "She's emotional. Frustrated. And she has every right to be.""I know that." I glanced toward the staircase Celeste disappeared up moments ago. "I'm not arguing that she doesn't.""We need to call Calista in." Mason's voice was flat and certain, no room in it for anything else. "Khalan and Nyra too."I nodded once. That part wasn't a discussion."We didn't know," Mason said. "That's the part sitting wrong with me. We didn't know she was having issues with anyone in this pack. Didn't know she felt unwanted, not once, not
Celeste's POVI stood very still."Are you sure?" My voice came out quieter than the room. "Are you absolutely sure about who you just named?"Daren's eyes stayed on mine. Wet, red-rimmed, carrying none of the wriggle room of someone with options left. "I swear it. Calista and her friends, Khalan and Nyra. They paid me and they arranged the pit themselves. I didn't set it up. They told me it was already done and all I had to do was get you to follow me out there." He swallowed hard. "Everything was in place. I was just the one who came to the door."The room stayed quiet.Mason's gaze moved from me to the boy and there was something in his expression I could only describe as contained. The way a room looks just before a storm, the sky still technically clear, everything already decided."Why?" Mason's voice was low and even. "Why did you agree to it?"Something moved through Daren's face. Not guilt, that was already sitting there plain. Something beneath it, something more painful,
Celeste's POVThe shower helped considerably.Hot water, the familiar smell of my own shampoo and soap, the simple act of stripping the forest off my skin. Dirt, grass, the specific itchy residue that woodland undergrowth left behind that I hadn't noticed fully until I was standing somewhere clean enough to feel it. I stayed in longer than necessary and didn't rush any of it.Mason met me at the top of the stairs after, and looked at me in that particular way of his, not asking a dozen questions, just checking. I told him I was okay and he pressed a kiss to my forehead and let me go. That was exactly right.By the time I got into bed my body was done with the evening entirely.My mind was not ready to let it go.I lay in the dark and thought about the carved words, about the cold floor of the pit, about the boy who looked frightened and earnest and led me through the trees with the specific and deliberate purpose of getting me into that hole in the ground.Then I thought about Calist
Celeste's POVI heard the vehicle first.The distant sound of an engine cutting through the forest, getting closer, branches and undergrowth giving way as it pushed toward the ridge. I was already on my feet."Down here!" My voice came out rougher than I expected. "I am down here, in the pit!"Nothing for a second.Then a beam of torchlight swept the opening above me and landed on my face and I threw my hand up against the brightness of it."Celeste." Jason's voice. "Are you hurt?""I am fine. Just get me out."A ladder came over the edge, scraping against the packed earth as it lowered. I didn't wait for it to settle. I grabbed the sides the moment it was within reach."Climb." Mason's voice this time. "Come on."I climbed.My arms were not at their steadiest. My legs ached from the fall and from sitting on cold ground for hours and from the general exhaustion of a body that spent most of the evening in survival mode. I climbed anyway, rung by rung, until hands came down and grabbed
Mason's POVWe pulled into the estate just after eight.The drive back from the office was the kind that moved without demands. Both of us mostly quiet, the day settling behind us the way it did when work was productive and nothing urgent was trailing.Jason was on his phone for part of the journey. I drove and let the city pass outside the window and thought about nothing in particular, which was a luxury that didn't always exist on a weeknight.By the time we pulled through the estate entrance I was already thinking about food and a quiet evening and nothing more complicated than that.It was the quality of the quiet inside that shifted all of that within about thirty seconds of stepping through the door.Not the familiar kind. Not the settled quiet of an evening where everyone was in their own space and things were running in the background the way they should.The entrance lights on the way Neris left them when the main rooms were unoccupied, and an absence of anything living movi
Celeste's POVI hit the bottom hard.The impact knocked the air from my lungs and I stayed still for a moment, just breathing, making sure nothing was broken. My palms were raw from instinctively reaching out on the way down. My left knee ached. Everything else was rattled but intact.Above me, footsteps. Fast, receding, already swallowed by the forest before I could even call out.Daren was gone.I pulled myself upright and looked up at the opening of the pit.Too high. Even standing at full height with my arms raised I couldn't get close to the edge, and the walls were sheer packed earth with nothing to grip, no footholds, no roots protruding from the sides that might give me something to work with.I was not getting out of this alone."Help!" I screamed, the word came out of me before I finished the thought. "Someone help me! I am down here! Help!"Silence.The forest. The dim sky above the opening, not yet fully dark but getting there. And nothing coming back but the echo of my ow







