LOGINHenry laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. “Oh, I think you know. For years, my father, Alpha Vorlag, was... fond of you. Very fond. So fond, in fact, that he blessed you with a son. An Alpha blooded son.”
He pointed a thick finger at Rhys, who was now standing near the platform, a strange, triumphant look on his face. “Rhys Veridian! Or should I say, Rhys Kaelen! My half brother!” My mind reeled. Rhys? Vorlag’s son? That’s why he never felt like one of us. Why he resented Papa. Why his eyes were that cold, pale blue....like the old Alpha’s. “It’s true, isn’t it, Juliet?” Henry pressed, his voice like a whip. “Alfred Veridian knew. He knew he was raising another wolf’s pup. A TRUE Alpha’s pup.” Mama was shaking her head, tears streaming down her face. “No.... Vorlag...he forced me—Alfred knew, yes, but he loved Rhys. He loved me..” “Love?” Henry spat. “An Omega loving an Alpha’s son? He was hiding him! Defying the natural order! And you, Juliet, you birthed a cuckoo in an Omega nest!” “Alfred did nothing wrong!” Mama cried. “He’s a good man!” “He was a fool!” Henry roared. “And a traitor for hiding Alpha blood! As for you, Juliet, your crime is clear. And for your daughter..” His eyes, cold and pitiless, landed on me. “She is the daughter of a traitorous Omega and a woman who lay with an Alpha. Her blood is tainted. Unclean.” “No!” I choked out. This couldn’t be happening. “Rhys!” Henry called out. “Your loyalties. Where do they lie? With this.... Family??” He gestured dismissively at Mama and Papa. “Or with your true blood? With your Alpha brother?” Rhys stepped forward. He looked at Mama, then at Papa, his face hard. Then he turned to Henry and knelt. “With you, Alpha Henry. My true brother. My true pack.” A wave of nausea hit me. Betrayal, so absolute, so cold, it stole my breath. My own brother. Mama let out a sob, a broken sound that tore through me. “Good,” Henry said, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Then you will understand why justice must be served. Alfred Veridian, for harboring Alpha blood and defying pack law, is sentenced to death.” “NO!” Mama screamed. Two guards moved towards Papa. He lifted his head, his eyes finding mine. Even through the pain, there was love there. A desperate, heartbreaking love. “Juliet Veridian,” Henry continued, his voice devoid of any emotion. “For your deceit and for tainting the pack with your questionable loyalties..death.” My world shattered. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. This was a nightmare. “And Selena Veridian,” Henry said, his gaze locking onto me. “Daughter of traitors. Her existence is an insult. She too will die.” The guards started to untie Papa. He was too weak to struggle. One of them drew a long, wicked-looking knife. I saw Mama lunge, a desperate, wild cry tearing from her throat. “Not him! Take me, not him!” It happened so fast. The flash of steel. Mama’s cry cut short. She fell. A dark stain spread on the ground beneath her. “MAMA!” The word was ripped from my soul, a raw, agonizing sound. I tried to fight, to get to her, to Papa, but the guard holding me was too strong. I thrashed, kicked, bit, but it was useless. Then another flash of steel. Papa slumped against the post, silent. Dead. They were dead. My kind, gentle Papa. My loving Mama. Murdered. Right in front of me. And Rhys ..he just stood there. Watching. His face impassive. A cold, dark rage, colder than any winter, filled me. It choked out the grief, the terror. It was a living thing inside me, clawing its way up. I stopped struggling. I went still. Henry was saying something, his voice distant. Something about cleansing the pack. About my execution. I didn’t care. All I could see were their faces. Mama. Papa. And Rhys. My silent scream was trapped inside me, a promise of vengeance that burned hotter than any fire. They would pay. Henry would pay. And Rhys...Rhys would suffer most of all. I didn’t know how. I was just an Omega girl, declared a traitor, about to die. But as they dragged me away, towards the river, I made a vow. I would survive somehow.... And I would have my revenge."Brother," she said, inclining her head just slightly. Not a true show of submission, but enough acknowledgment to prevent an immediate challenge. "It's been a while." "sofia," I said, my voice neutral. I stopped at the edge of the clearing, keeping some distance between us. Not out of fear, but strategy. I wanted to see what she would do, how she would approach this reunion. "What brings you to my territory?" Her smile widened, showing teeth. "Can't a sister visit? I heard you'd taken over after Roric's unfortunate... accident. I wanted to see for myself." "News travels," I observed. "Even to the nomad territories." "We have our ways of staying informed," Sofia said. Her gaze shifted to Selena, who stood slightly behind me and to my right. , the traditional position of a Luna during a formal meeting. Sofia's eyes narrowed, assessing, calculating. "And who's this? Your......mate?" I didn't answer, didn't need to. Sofia had always been good at reading situations, and the way Selen
"Do you think she wants to challenge you?" Selena asked. "It would be a death wish," I said. "Sofia's smart enough to know she can't win against me directly." I finally looked up at her. "But she's also arrogant enough to think she might find another angle. A weakness she can exploit." Selena's expression remained neutral, but I caught the slight tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around her cup. "Me," she said softly. "Possibly," I admitted. There was no point in lying to her. Selena wasn't some fragile thing that needed protection from harsh realities. She was my creation , a weapon I'd forged from broken pieces, a Luna worthy of standing at my side. "Sofia never did understand the value of what was right in front of her. She always thought power came from force, not strategy." Selena set her cup down and moved behind me, her hands coming to rest lightly on my shoulders. The touch wasn't sexual; it was proprietary. Claiming. "What's your
"Brother," she said, inclining her head just slightly. Not a true show of submission, but enough acknowledgment to prevent an immediate challenge. "It's been a while." "Sofia," I said, my voice neutral. I stopped at the edge of the clearing, keeping some distance between us. Not out of fear, but strategy. I wanted to see what she would do, how she would approach this reunion. "What brings you to my territory?" Her smile widened, showing teeth. "Can't a sister visit? I heard you'd taken over after Roric's unfortunate.....accident. I wanted to see for myself." "News travels," I observed. "Even to the nomad territories." "We have our ways of staying informed," Sofia said. Her gaze shifted to Selena, who stood slightly behind me and to my right , the traditional position of a Luna during a formal meeting. Sofia's eyes narrowed, assessing, calculating. "And who's this? Your..mate?" I didn't answer, didn't need to. Sofia had always been good at reading situations, and the way Selena ca
" Do you think she wants to challenge you?" Selena asked. "It would be a death wish," I said. "Sofia's smart enough to know she can't win against me directly." I finally looked up at her. "But she's also arrogant enough to think she might find another angle. A weakness she can exploit." Selena's expression remained neutral, but I caught the slight tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around her cup. "Me" she said softly. "Possibly," I admitted. There was no point in lying to her. Selena wasn't some fragile thing that needed protection from harsh realities. She was my creation , a weapon I'd forged from broken pieces, a Luna worthy of standing at my side. "Sofia never did understand the value of what was right in front of her. She always thought power came from force, not strategy." Selena set her cup down and moved behind me, her hands coming to rest lightly on my shoulders. The touch wasn't sexual; it was proprietary. Claiming. "What's you
AUSTIN_____The thing about exile was that it never truly ended. Not for those of us who understood what it meant to live outside the bounds of normal society. I'd built my entire existence in Havenwood around this principle, never getting too comfortable, never believing that my position was secure, always keeping escape routes and contingencies in place.So when Marcus came to me with news that Sofia had been spotted near our western border, I wasn't surprised. I was fucking annoyed, but not surprised."When?" I asked, not looking up from the maps I'd been reviewing. Supply routes. Patrol patterns. The endless, grinding work of making sure an entire pack didn't starve or get slaughtered by rogues during the coming winter."Last night alpha," Marcus said. His voice had that careful neutrality he'd perfected over the decades of serving under Vorlag and Roric. A voice that communicated information without opinion attached. "The patrol spotted her watching from the ridge above the we
"Garret recommended deeper, actually," Esther said. She was looking at Austin the way she'd been looking at things since the council restructuring..carefully, assessing. "We compromised." "Good," Austin said. He seemed genuinely pleased by this, which was strange enough that I asked him about it later when we were back in the den. "Why would you care about how we compromised on garden bed depth?" I asked. He looked up from some reports he was reviewing. "Because compromise means you're actually working together rather than just following orders. That's what makes something sustainable. Not the fact that the Alpha said to do it. The fact that the people doing it feel invested enough to have opinions about it." He set down his pen. "Also, if the system is working and people aren't resentful about their assignments, they're less likely to do stupid things like help defectors escape or maintain secret intelligence networks." "So the garden is a political project," I said. "Everythi







