MasukThe door opened again.Different footsteps this time. Heavier. Slower. The shuffle of someone who didn't move well anymore.Torchlight flickered down the stairs, carried by a guard. Behind him, leaning on a twisted black cane, came a woman I recognized from old photographs.Vivienne Varen.Seraphina's mother.She was ancient — far older than any wolf should look. Her hair was white and thin, her skin papery over sharp bones. But her eyes were the same as her daughter's. Black. Bottomless. Wrong."The de Grandmesnil pup." Her voice was a rasp, like dead leaves scraping over stone. "Elara's boy. I remember when you were born. Such a beautiful baby. Such a waste that you survived."I said nothing.She hobbled closer, the cane clicking against the floor. The guard hung back, clearly afraid of her. Smart man."My daughter thinks she can control you. Thinks she can mold you into a proper Alpha, breed the human taint out of your line." Vivienne stopped in front of me, close enough that I cou
Seraphina laughed — a cold, brittle sound. "Love. How quaint." She turned away, pacing to the far wall where implements hung that I didn't want to examine too closely. "My mother loved my father. Did you know that? Truly loved him. And when he died — killed by hunters, torn apart in front of her — that love turned to madness."She selected something from the wall. A syringe, filled with murky liquid."She became obsessed with strength. With ensuring our line could never be threatened again. She bred us for power, Alaric. Selected our mates based on bloodlines, not bonds. My siblings and I are the result — strong, yes. Powerful. But broken in ways that don't show on the surface."She walked back toward me, the syringe glinting in the light."Love makes you weak," she said softly. "It gives your enemies a target. A pressure point." She crouched in front of me again, needle poised at my neck. "Your human mate is your weakness. And as long as she exists, you'll never be able to do what ne
FAOI woke to darkness and the taste of blood.My head pounded — a deep, throbbing ache that radiated from my skull down through my spine. Wolfsbane. I could feel it in my veins, sluggish and wrong, suppressing the wolf that should have been clawing to get free.I tried to move and metal bit into my wrists.Chains. Thick iron chains, bolted to the stone wall behind me, holding my arms spread wide. The iron bit into my wrists, rubbed raw from however long I'd been hanging here. My ankles were shackled too, connected to rings in the floor, forcing me to kneel with my legs spread. Completely naked, the cold stone wall pressing against my back, the damp chill seeping into my bones.Every muscle screamed. My shoulders burned from the unnatural angle, my knees ached against the hard floor, my wrists throbbed where the metal had already worn through skin. They hadn't even given me clothes. I'd been in wolf form when they took me — there were no clothes to give.A dungeon. They'd put me in a
El. His voice in my head, strained. When I tell you — drive. Get Declan and Rowan out of here. Don't look back.I'm not leaving you!That's not a request. That's an order from your Alpha.Another body hit the car. This time, the door dented inward."Declan," I said. "When there's an opening—"The gunshot cracked through the chaos.Not a dart this time. A real bullet.Declan jerked, his hand flying to his shoulder. Blood bloomed through his shirt, spreading fast."Declan!""I'm fine—" But his face had gone gray. "Just a graze—"It wasn't a graze. I could see the hole, the way the blood was pumping out. He wouldn't last long without help.Fao! Declan's been shot!NOW, EL! DRIVE NOW!I didn't think. Just moved.I shoved open my door, ducking under a wolf that lunged for me, and yanked open the driver's side. "Ro! Help me get him in the back!"Rowan was already moving, scrambling over the seat to grab Declan under the arms. Between the two of us, we hauled him into the back seat. He groan
ELOWENFifteen minutes felt like fifteen hours.But they weren't content to just wait."Out of the car." The lead wolf rapped his knuckles against Declan's window. "All of you. Now."Declan didn't move. "The Luna stays where she is.""That wasn't a request." The wolf's smile turned sharp. "We can do this the easy way, or we can break every window and drag you out. Your choice."Through the bond, I felt Fao's presence burning closer. Ten minutes. Stall them.They want us out of the car.Don't let them separate you from Declan."Fine." I reached for the door handle before Declan could stop me. "I'll come out. But my friend stays in the car. She's human — she's got nothing to do with this.""El, no—" Rowan grabbed my arm."Trust me." I squeezed her hand, then stepped out into the cold mountain air.Immediately, two wolves flanked me. Not touching, but close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off them. Predators, barely leashed.Declan was out a second later, putting himself betw
We said goodbye to Park City as the sun started to set, Rowan chattering excitedly about her new cabin and all the things she wanted to do once she was settled in. Declan drove the rental car while Rowan and I sat in the back, her scrolling through her phone for the perfect road trip playlist while I watched the mountains roll past.Behind us, Bethany and Santos followed in the SUV. Close enough to be protective, far enough to look like normal traffic.The mountain road wound upward, trees pressing close on either side. Beautiful, in a wild kind of way. The kind of scenery that made you forget there was anything dangerous in the world.And then I felt it.A prickle at the back of my neck. The pack bond flaring with sudden alertness — Declan going tense in the driver's seat, Bethany and Santos spiking with alarm behind us."Declan?" I leaned forward. "What's wrong?""Three SUVs ahead." His voice was calm, but his knuckles were white on the steering wheel. "Black. Tinted windows. They'r
FAOLANShe saw him.The curtain moved — a flutter of fabric, a sliver of golden light — and then her face appeared in the window. Pale skin, pink hair, those eyes he'd only glimpsed from a distance finally fixed directly on him.He didn't move. Didn't breathe. Didn't do anything that might break th
ELOWENThe paw print was the size of my hand.I crouched at the bottom of the porch steps, phone out, taking picture after picture like documentation would somehow make this less terrifying. The morning light was gray and flat, washing out the details, so I grabbed a measuring tape from the junk dr
ROGUEShe closed the curtains.He stared at the cabin, at the windows that had always been open to him, now blocked by fabric. Dark shapes against the golden light inside, hiding her from view.Why?The question circled in his mind, chasing its own tail. She'd never done this before. Every night si
ELOWENI hadn't slept properly in three days.Every sound woke me — the creak of the cabin settling, the wind brushing branches against the roof, the distant hoot of an owl. Sounds I'd lived with for two years, sounds that used to mean home and safe and peace. Now they meant something else. Now the







