LOGINShe opened her eyes.A man entered. Tall. Muscular. With cold eyes that assessed her like a specimen."Hello, Melina," he said. His voice was calm. Professional. Completely devoid of emotion. "I'm Thompson. I'm going to be your primary caretaker while you're here."He pulled a chair over and sat beside her bed."I wanted to introduce myself because we're going to be spending a lot of time together," Marcus said. "I'm going to be monitoring your extraction sessions. I'm going to be ensuring your compliance. I'm going to be making sure you understand that resistance is futile."He leaned forward."You're going to hate this," he said quietly. "You're going to rage against it. You're going to beg for mercy. But none of that is going to change anything. Because you're ours now. And you're going to give us exactly what we want."Melina felt her voice returning. Felt the paralysis wearing off just enough to speak."The brothers," she whispered. Her voice was hoarse. Raw. "They'll find me. Th
Another IV was in her right arm. Empty. Waiting for something.Above her head, mounted on an articulated arm, was a machine she recognized from the Vigil's planning discussions.The extraction apparatus.Her blood went cold.She tried to sit up. Tried to use her supernatural strength to break the restraints.But her body wouldn't respond.The sedative was still in her system. Making her a prisoner in her own body. Making her helpless and vulnerable and completely at the mercy of whatever was about to happen.She opened her mouth to scream.Nothing came out.Her voice was gone. Sedated out of her. Or perhaps they'd paralyzed her vocal cords to keep her from making noise.Melina felt panic rising in her chest.This was real. This was happening. She was in the Vigil's facility. She was restrained to a medical bed. She was about to have her blood extracted like she was some kind of laboratory specimen.A door opened.A woman entered. She was dressed in surgical scrubs. Her face was obscur
Dr. Lisa hesitated."I'll kill you," Alaric said simply. "I'll kill you slowly and painfully. Or you can tell me and I'll make your death quick. Your choice.""Pacific Northwest," Dr. Lisa said quickly. "That's all I know. I swear. They never told me the exact location. They said it was for security purposes. They gave me coordinates but they were encrypted. I couldn't decrypt them. They said I didn't need to know. That once the extraction was complete, they would contact me with further instructions.""The coordinates," Alaric said. "Give them to me."She recited them.Alaric immediately began cataloging them in his mind. The Pacific Northwest. A hidden facility. Underground, judging by the security protocols Lisa had mentioned."The extraction team," Alaric continued. "Who led it?""I don't know the names," Dr. Lisa said. "They were professionals. They were trained. They were coordinated. But I don't know who they were.""How many people?""At least twenty. Maybe more.""The medical
Alaric's POVThe interrogation room was cold.Intentionally so. The temperature was kept at fifty-eight degrees Fahrenheit. Cold enough to be uncomfortable. Cold enough to make a prisoner think about cooperating just to get moved somewhere warmer.The room itself was designed for maximum psychological pressure. White walls. One table. Two chairs. A single light fixture overhead that cast harsh shadows across everything. No windows. No way to judge the time. No escape.Dr. Lisa sat in one of those chairs, her hands restrained to the metal table in front of her.She looked terrified.Alaric stood across from her, his hands placed flat on the table. His silver eyes were completely devoid of emotion. Completely focused on the woman who'd helped orchestrate the kidnapping of his mate."Let me explain what's going to happen," Alaric said, his voice low and absolutely deadly. "You're going to tell me everything. You're going to tell me where they took her. You're going to tell me how long yo
Time became meaningless.She drifted. Came back to awareness. Drifted again.The voices around her continued their clinical discussions."Blood pressure?""120 over 78. Stable.""Heart rate?""89 BPM. Elevated but within acceptable parameters for transport.""The Strain response?""Her blood is pulsing harder. Responding to the stress response. By the time we reach the facility, she'll be at maximum potency. That's optimal for first extraction."Maximum potency.First extraction.They were going to bleed her. Drain her. Use her genetic weapon against the world.And there was nothing she could do to stop it.Melina tried once more to access her power. Tried to summon the lethal potential that lived in her veins.But sedatives suppressed everything. Suppressed thought. Suppressed will. Suppressed consciousness.She was trapped.Not just physically restrained.But psychologically imprisoned in her own body.The van continued through the darkness.***The operative named Thompson sat acro
Melina's POVThe hot water cascaded over her body as she stood under the shower spray, letting the steam rise around her.She'd been alone for less than an hour. The brothers had insisted on going to the war room for a final security briefing, something about reviewing perimeter protocols one more time. Edmund had wanted to check on something in the archives. Lillith had mentioned needing to speak with Herold about something.For the first time in days, Melina had time to herself.She let her fingers trace along her arms, watching the iridescence catch the bathroom light. The transformation was complete now. Her skin had taken on that subtle shimmer. Her eyes glowed faintly even in the bright bathroom light. Every inch of her was different.She was powerful.She was lethal.She was finally becoming who she was meant to be.The water was perfectly hot. The steam was therapeutic. For these few minutes, she could just exist in her own body without the constant weight of fear or responsib
"So we lie to her," Archer said. It wasn't a question."We manage information," Alaric corrected. His voice was ice. "We tell her we're making progress. We tell her the timeline is being refined. We don't tell her it might take a year. We don't tell her the Strain is accelerating. We don't tell her
"If the antidote works as theorized, it would neutralize the Strain's toxicity in her bloodstream. Render her blood harmless to supernaturals. Not change her as a person....the genetic mutation would still be there. But prevent her from being a weapon."Archer looked at his brothers. "Three months.
"Again," he whispered. "Come for me again. Show me you're here. Show me you're alive."She came again. Harder this time. Her hands gripping his shoulders. Her nails digging in.The water had become almost unbearable.....too hot, too steamy, too intimate."Up," he said. "Stand up."She did. Water ca
Melina's POVShe couldn't stop shaking.The adrenaline was wearing off. The reality was setting in. The fear that had kept her alert through the night was transforming into something else. Something colder. Something that made her body vibrate with tension.She was in her suite. Alone. The brothers







