LOGINTyler's POV The silence in that clearing lasted long enough that I started counting my own heartbeats just to have something to do besides watch their faces. I'd known this moment was coming since the day I understood what I actually was—not a wolf who'd simply come into some unusual strength, but something older stitched into my bloodline, something with wings and light and a name I'd never once said out loud to anyone, not even Rebecca. I'd told myself, for years, that the day it finally showed itself would be the day I lost whatever I'd managed to build. Pack. Family. Her. Standing there, wings still half-faded, I braced for exactly that. Matthew was the first to move, and his face wasn't easy to read—not fear exactly, not anger either, something more complicated tangled up under his usual bluntness. "What are you," he said. He didn't sound cruel, just direct, the way he was about everything, demanding an answer his mind hadn't caught up to processing yet. "The same person I
Kael's POV I didn't feel like walking back toward the mansion's main hall after training that morning, not with the memory of Rohan and Lira's laughter still sitting somewhere behind my ribs, uninvited and unwelcome company. So I walked the other direction instead, toward the east wing, and somehow, without quite deciding to, ended up outside Lily's door again. She was sitting by the window this time, sunlight catching her hair, looking more like an ordinary child than I'd seen her look in months. "Kael," she said, glancing up. "You look tired." "I am." I leaned against the doorframe. "You look better today." "I feel—" She paused, considering it seriously, the way she considered most things now. "Clearer. A little." Then, without any warning at all, her brow furrowed, and she asked, "Why does everyone call me Lily? I don't think that's actually my name." I didn't have an answer ready. I stood there a moment,
Rebecca's POV Camille found me on the mansion steps a few days after the assault, a cup of something warm in each hand, and settled beside me without asking whether I wanted the company. "You look like you haven't slept," she said, handing me one of the cups. "Small war does that." I meant it half as a joke. It didn't land as one. "Jeremy's men keep testing the borders. Nothing big enough to call a battle, just enough to remind us he hasn't forgotten we exist." "And you're expected to carry all of that. Not just fight it—carry it." Camille continued. Something soft and sad moved across her face. "I keep forgetting, some days, that the girl I used to braid hair with is the same person holding an entire war on her shoulders now." "I'm not holding it alone." I replied. "I know. I still think about it, though. What it must be like, waking up every day already behind on a fight you
Selene's POVI spent most of the day watching Garrick teach frightened people how to survive without him, and told myself the strange warmth in my chest watching it was just relief that he'd chosen differently this time.I found him near the well as the light started failing, the girl trailing a step behind me, quieter than she'd been all day."I want to try something," I said. "If you're willing."She nodded, though something wary had crept into her expression. "You think the thinness is connected to a name. That's what you've been circling all afternoon.""You really do hear people's thoughts.""Not all of them. Just the loud ones." A tired half-smile. "Yours have been loud since the village."I raised both hands, murmuring something low and careful, the same working I'd used on every disturbed grave for weeks now. "Most magic responds to inten
Garrick's POV"She's not what I expected," Selene said, once the girl had gone to help settle the surviving villagers into whatever shelter still stood. "I keep waiting for something in her to feel wrong the way the graves feel wrong. It doesn't. She just feels *thin*, like something stretched further than it was built to hold.""Does this mean dangerous?""I don't know yet." Selene's fingers worried at the edge of her sleeve, a habit I'd learned meant she was more unsettled than she wanted to admit. "What do we actually do with her, Garrick? Bring her south, into whatever's waiting for the two of us? Leave her here, unprotected, with whatever's hunting her still out there?"I didn't have a clean answer. I'd spent weeks telling myself finding her was strategy—leverage, a card worth holding before someone else thought to look for it. Watching her throw herself between a stra
Garrick's POVSelene hadn't been wrong about the pull at all. I felt it myself now, the closer we got. It was not a sound, not quite a scent, just something wrong in the air that thickened with every mile, the same wrongness that had been trailing us since the mountain village's graves first opened.We weren't the only place it was happening. That was the part that had started to unsettle me more than any single grave could. Every village we'd passed through in the last week carried some version of the same story—ground disturbed, livestock spooked, an old woman somewhere swearing she'd heard her dead husband's voice calling from beneath the floorboards. Isolated incidents, if you only heard one. Impossible to dismiss once you'd heard a dozen.This village had it worse than most.The ground around the well had split open in a wide, ragged ring, pale root-like things breaking the surface and pulling themselves free of the dirt entirely—not corpses, not quite, something assemb
Rebecca’s POVIt was morning already. I could hear the chirping of the birds as they sang their melody. I just wanted to sleep today, and I can still remember the look on Tyler’s face.It is still as clear as day. I was relieved I finally got the words out, but that feeling was short-lived as a gen
Rebecca’s POV‘No, no, I see you stop!’ Another bad dream, I woke up drenched in sweat and with the urgent need to gulp a glass of water. This was the third time I had such a terrifying dream. It was the middle of the night, and everywhere was quiet. The only sound being made was the sound of a dis
Rebecca’s POVI couldn't stop staring at him. He was undoubtedly more handsome than the last time I saw him. His brown hair was wet, which gave off the fact that he had just taken a bath. His strong masculine scent was quite literally breathtaking. “Rebecca?” My thoughts halted, and I came right b
Rebecca’s POV“Rebecca, wake up, you can sleep through a storm.” My mother opened up the curtains and exposed my room to sunlight. She wouldn't understand that I spent the whole night thinking about the mating proposal I got from Tyler.Tyler wanted to mate with me? Why? He bullied me when we were







