INICIAR SESIÓNChapter Thirty-Two: A Face That Isn't Hers** For a long moment, nobody moved, the entire scouting party frozen at the edge of the clearing, staring at the impossible sight of two Islas standing worlds apart from each other, one free and horrified beside Aurora, the other kneeling in chains at Corvin's feet. "That's not possible," Isla said, her voice barely a whisper, staring at her own face across the pit with an expression caught between disbelief and dawning horror. "That's not me." "Are you sure?" Damon asked quietly, weapon raised but eyes fixed on the strange tableau below. "I think I'd know," Isla snapped, though her voice trembled with the shock of it. "I've never been captured by Corvin. I've never even seen him in person until yesterday." "Then who is she?" Aurora asked, studying the chained woman more carefully. Up close, or as close as the distance allowed, subtle differences began emerging—the set of her jaw slightly different, her posture carrying itself with
Chapter Thirty-One: Racing the Clock "How fast can we move?" Damon asked, already turning toward the door. "Not fast enough, if he's actively excavating right now," Luca said, still studying the imagery with a frown. "Ironwood territory is at least six hours out, even moving hard through the night. If he's recovered enough to actively work the site, he could have whatever's buried there extracted before we're even halfway." "Then we don't have a choice," Aurora said. "We leave now. Tonight. Whatever preparation we haven't finished, we finish it on the road." "That's reckless," Elias said, though his tone carried more urgency than actual objection. "Rushing into unknown territory, exhausted, without proper reconnaissance—" "Is still better than letting him claim a second source of power uncontested," Aurora finished. "We already know what he's capable of with what he's already got. I don't want to find out what he's capable of with more." Damon looked around the room, wei
Chapter Thirty: The War Council** By evening, the war room had transformed into something closer to a command center, maps spread across every available surface, Luca and Isla working furiously to narrow down the second vessel's exact location while Damon and Kieran coordinated with warriors from the three neutral packs Noah had managed to convince, through hours of careful diplomacy, to at least consider joining their cause. "We have confirmation from Riverbend and Thornwood," Noah reported, exhaustion still evident despite the strength that had returned to his voice over the course of the day. "They're willing to commit warriors, contingent on us actually presenting a viable plan rather than just desperation and hope." "What about the third pack?" Damon asked. "Ashford's still deciding," Noah said. "Their Alpha wants proof that Ironwood's actually allied with Corvin before he's willing to risk open conflict with a neighboring territory over what could still be circumstanti
Chapter Twenty nine: What Woke Below They reached the cellar entrance to find it already open, the reinforced door Kieran had installed only hours earlier torn clean off its hinges, resting against the far wall like it weighed nothing at all. "That's not corrupted wolves," Elias said, examining the twisted metal with a frown. "Corrupted or not, none of them showed this kind of strength last night. This is something else." "Or something stronger," Isla said grimly, already moving toward the stairwell despite her exhaustion. "We need to see what's down there before we assume anything." Damon caught her arm. "You're barely standing. None of us are in any condition for another fight tonight." "None of us have a choice," Isla said. "If Vasha's kin fully woke, that's the best news we've had in days. If something else forced this, we need to know exactly what we're facing before it comes up those stairs on its own." Aurora moved past both of them, descending into
Chapter Twenty eight : What Woke in Noah "Get him back to the estate," Damon ordered, already lifting Noah's now-unconscious form, the faint golden glow beneath his skin pulsing in slow, rhythmic waves that made every warrior nearby step back instinctively. "Is that the failsafe activating?" Ryder asked, jogging alongside as they moved fast through the forest, urgency replacing exhaustion in every step. "I don't know," Aurora said, fear tightening her throat as she watched her brother's still form, the glow beneath his skin brightening and dimming like something struggling to fully wake. "Luca, are you seeing this?" "I'm seeing it," Luca's voice came back, tight with concern. "The readings are unlike anything I've recorded from you or the vessel. This isn't the same signature. It's older, somehow, even though logically that shouldn't make sense given the journal's description of when the failsafe was supposedly created." They reached the estate within minutes,
Chapter 27: The Trade That Wasn't Aurora's mind raced through every option in the space of a heartbeat, and none of them felt like enough. "Don't move," Damon said quietly, his voice pitched only for her, though his eyes never left the woman holding the device. "Whatever she's asking, we don't hand Noah over. There has to be another way." "I'm listening," Aurora said aloud, buying time, forcing her voice steady despite the fear clawing up her throat. "What exactly does Corvin want done with him? Because if you're planning to kill my brother in front of me, you'd have already tried, and if you're planning to take him, you're going to need more than one device and a threat against an unconscious woman." The negotiator's mouth curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Corvin doesn't want him dead. Not yet. He wants confirmation. A simple ritual, quick and reversible if the theory proves wrong, considerably less pleasant if it proves right." "Reversible," Elias repeate







