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“Since she wants to speak with you alone, take your time,” Saela said sweetly. “I mean, Asher’s still in a dangerous observation period but I suppose Niko might need you too, though he’s much stronger, right? Such a gifted little wolf.” She wore that mask of pity so well. Concern dripping from her voice, while painting me as the cruel, jealous wife. I didn’t come to argue with her. I didn’t have the energy for that. Torren gave a small nod and walked off a short distance. I followed him. “What do you want?” he snapped. “Dragging your son to the hospital just to make a scene? Real classy. Do you even know how to be a mother?” And there it was again, attacking my parenting. Like I brought Niko just to get his attention. I forced my voice to stay steady. “Once Niko’s wolf awakens… he’ll go. He was diagnosed with MCD. His last wish and also my last request is for you to be there when he transforms. Also… Keep your distance from your mistress in front of Niko. Don’t hurt him.” He scoffed. “I only promised to be a good father. Nothing more. And you really shouldn’t be so jealous of Saela. Asher’s my son too.” “Are you even listening?” My voice broke. “Niko is going to die!” “There’s no need to curse your child just to stall the divorce,” he snapped. “Don’t you think saying that might actually make him sick?” I bit down hard. “If this is your idea of being a father—God help him. Do you even care at all? Not even a little, Torren?” His expression darkened, with eyes dropped to the floor. “He was never something I wanted. My grandfather forced him on me, because of your schemes.” Nyx was clawing to break free, ready to sink her teeth in. And God, I wanted it too. I inhaled sharply, about to respond— When I heard a small voice behind us. “Mommy.” Niko’s voice was soft. Trembling. He’d heard it.His lips parted but no sound came out.
He’d heard everything.
The thought of him hearing his own father say he never wanted him made my heart ache painfully. “Let me go! I want my mommy!” Niko shouted as Asher was holding his arm. He broke free and ran to me. I dropped to my knees, catching him as he collapsed into my arms. Asher tripped, but Torren caught him. “Daddy, it hurts,” Asher whimpered. “I was just helping him find his mommy. Then he scratched me.” I stared. There was barely any blood. Just a scratch. He was as much of an actor as his mother. Yes, Niko’s claws had scratched him because he was in the middle of shifting and they were sharp, but… “Apologize,” Torren said. Niko didn’t lift his head. “You’re as vicious as your mother, Niko. Surely she rubbed her attitude off on you.” “Don’t talk about my mommy like that!” Niko shouted. His eyes shimmered.Torren was silent. After a long, heavy look at Niko, he scooped up Asher and left without a word.
“Mommy,” Niko whimpered, hugging me tighter. “I get it now. I’m not the child Daddy wants. It’s okay… but what will you do when I’m gone?” I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. He knew. He knew he was dying. “My wolf is coming,” he whispered. And then his body convulsed in my arms. And he went limp. “NIKO!” I screamed. Holding my little boy tightly, I sprinted toward the doctor’s office. “Please, please, he can’t die.” “Niko, please stay with me. Open your eyes, please don’t leave me.” I sobbed as one of the nurses took him from my arms and rushed him inside. I stumbled into the doctor’s office, barely holding it together. “Please tell me we got approved for the special suppressant,” I begged. “Please. Niko needs it now.” The doctor slowly removed his glasses, placing them gently on the table. My pulse thundered. “Hurry,” I said, voice rising. “He’s shifting now!” He exhaled. “We got a spot… but the funding was redirected to the Awakening Serum Project.” It hit like a truck. My vision went black. I reached for the edge of the desk, anything to hold on to. “No… no. Why?” Why now? Why us? “Please, Luna,” the doctor said quietly. “The suppressant was experimental. Even with it, survival was unlikely. I’m sorry.” My teeth chattered. My lips trembled. And I just let the tears fall freely.RHYSI didn’t even finish my coffee before Kael showed up at my door.He didn’t knock like someone with manners. He knocked like someone who already owned the place, sharp, deliberate, impatient. And before I could even decide whether I wanted to deal with him, the handle turned and he let himself in.Of course he did.“You’re early,” I muttered, setting the mug down harder than necessary, ceramic hitting wood with a dull, irritated thud.Kael glanced around my living room, slow and assessing, like he was mentally cataloging everything, exits, weaknesses, how quickly he could dismantle the calm I’d built for myself. “You said you’d help me.”“I said I’d consider helping you,” I corrected, leaning back against the counter, arms loose but my posture anything but relaxed. My eyes stayed on him, tracking every small movement. “There’s a difference.”He smirked faintly, like the distinction didn’t matter, like it never had. Pulling out his phone, he glanced at the screen with a focus that
TORREN I was shocked.My son was choosing a stranger over me and it was pissing me off. My fists were balled up, my jaw was clamped shut as I watched my son cling to Rhys like he was the saviour, rather than an interloper who didn't belong here.But I tried to keep myself calm. If I let my frustration and anger show now, it would only cause more problems."Niko," I said, trying to sound as calm and levelheaded as possible. "I am your dad. Please come with me home."Niko shook his head.I felt as if he'd smashed a window in my face. My son. My own flesh and blood. Looking at me like I was his worst enemy.Niko could definitely speak. He didn't stutter, he wasn't speechless, he wasn't inarticulate. He had seen everything. He had seen how I treated his mother. He had seen the battles, the cold hard stares, how I had pushed Eryn away.And now he was making his choice."Uncle," Niko said, his young voice breaking the silence. "I can't go with you because my mommy is not going to."Uncle.
TORRENI told myself this week would end quietly.That was the only thing I had actually allowed myself to believe when I signed off on the Playground Park project. Clean deal, clean paperwork, clean exit. Something simple enough to keep my head straight for once instead of circling the same problems I couldn’t pin down.Saela hadn’t reached out.That alone should have been a relief. Instead, it sat in the back of my mind like a warning I couldn’t read properly. Saela didn’t disappear. She repositioned. She waited. She calculated. Silence was never her nature unless it was intentional.Maddox had been worse.Restless all morning, pacing in my head like he didn’t trust the ground I was standing on.“You’re not paying attention,” he snapped earlier, sharp enough to cut through my focus while I was reviewing the final approval.“I am,” I muttered under my breath at the time, signing the last page and pushing the file forward.“No, you’re not.”That was when I finally stopped arguing with
Eryn.The door wasn’t locked.That was the first thing that felt wrong. Rhys always locked his door. It was one of those small automatic things he did without thinking, the kind of habit that lived in the body rather than the mind. I pushed it open and stood in the doorway for a second before stepping inside.The curtains were still drawn.It was the middle of the day.“Rhys?”Nothing came back. I moved further in, letting the door close behind me, my eyes adjusting to the dim. The living room was the way it always was except for the figure on the couch that I hadn’t been expecting to find there.He was slumped sideways against the armrest. Shoes still on. Jacket somewhere on the floor. A glass on the table that had left a ring on the wood because he hadn’t put it on a coaster and he always put things on coasters.I crossed the room.There were bottles. Not many but enough. And his phone on the cushion beside him with the screen lit up, notifications stacking, missed calls from numb
RHYSI didn’t realize how quiet the house had become until I said it out loud.The words sat between us like they didn’t belong in the same room as breathing, as if even the walls had decided to listen more carefully.“I used to work for them,” I said again, slower this time, watching her face as I spoke. “Sons of the Wild… back in Virova. I was younger. Stupid. I hacked systems, rerouted funds, broke into things I shouldn’t have been anywhere near.”Eryn didn’t move at first. Not even a blink. Niko’s soft breathing filled the silence from the other room, steady and unaware of how fast everything in here was falling apart.“I didn’t care what it was for back then,” I continued, my voice tightening despite myself. “It was just work. Code, systems, numbers. Until it wasn’t.”Her gaze sharpened slightly at that, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.“There was a fight,” I said, jaw tightening as the memory pressed harder than I wanted it to. “It broke out inside one of their old facilities. My
RHYS“Hold it down first.” I barked towards the other two men as we struggled to keep Thena’s wolf from going frantic.I could tell that something was wrong without even thinking much. Thena might be hot-headed, but for the little I’ve known about her, I knew that she wasn’t so obstinate and unreasonable.So definitely, something was going on here and it wasn’t a good thing.As Kael and Carvin diverted her attention, I moved swiftly. And following a soft thud, her wolf staggered slightly before it fell to the ground. I managed to knock her unconscious.As her wolf fell to the ground, there was a long and tense silence that permeated through the entire space.For a while, nobody moved.We all stared at the massive wolf on the ground and watched as it morphed back to its human form. The sound of bones cracking and limbs shifting filled the air, as the wolf began to shrink.When the wolf that once laid there turned into a woman figure, I felt a pause in the air.“That’s not Thena.” I he







