LOGINUnknown POVThree hours later, I watched her walk out of the packhouse.Her face was pale, I saw that much even from a distance, but her spine hadn't bent an inch. She held herself like a woman who'd gotten exactly what she came for, chin still lifted, steps unhurried even as the guards at the door watched her go with open suspicion."Ma'am." One of them stepped forward. "Alpha Remus asked that we escort you to your car.""I know the way out." She didn't break stride.He fell back. Smart of him.
Unknown POVShe came alone.No black SUVs trailing her like a second shadow. No men in earpieces scanning the treeline. Just her, heels striking gravel, spine straight as a blade, chin tipped up like she'd already won an argument nobody had started yet.I'd been perched in the branches above the gate for two hours, and in that time I'd watched wolves who could snap a man's spine without blinking go quiet just from the sight of her car pulling in.“Smart girl,” I thought. “Or a fool who doesn't know enough to be scared.”I'd been watching Aurora Vance for months. Watched her sign deals with packs who'd never let a human past their border markers. Watched her ask questions that circled closer and closer to things that were supposed to stay buried under a hundred years of silence. She had a habit of getting what she wanted without ever raising her voice, and that unnerved people more than shouting ever could.My gaze dropped to her hands. Empty. No briefcase, no bodyguard.No boy."Where
We stayed in the cave four hours. Cold, damp, cramped. Caelum fell asleep in my lap, worn out by adrenaline, while Mara and I sat watching the entrance for any sign they'd circle back."Who could be doing this," I said finally. Not really a question. Mara didn't treat it like one."Do you think it's my stepmother?" I pressed. "She hated me my whole life, even before I left. I used to think it was jealousy. Now I think it might have been something closer to fear.""You think she sent them.""I don't know what to think anymore. The attack on my company. The leak to Sterling. Now this." I looked down at Caelum's sleeping face, his breathin
The cabin was too quiet.I noticed it the second I woke on the third morning, not the peaceful quiet of birdsong and forest, but something pressed and watchful, the kind that raised the hair on the back of my neck before my mind caught up to why. Even the trees outside seemed to have stopped their usual morning rustle, holding still like they were listening for the same thing I was.I lay still, listening. Caelum, asleep in the next room. Mara, already up, her footsteps moving through the kitchen in their usual rhythm, the creak of the second floorboard, the click of the kettle. Everything sounded normal.It didn't feel normal. My skin knew it before my mind did.I slipped out of bed and crossed to the window. The glass was cold under my fingers. Pale light filtered through the trees, and for a moment I told myself I was imagining things.Then I saw it, a flash of movement between the trunks, there and gone before I could be sure of it.I knew I hadn't imagined it.My heart slammed ag
The cabin sat forty miles north of the nearest town, folded into trees that didn't show up on any map. I'd bought it for exactly this, a last resort, and never once believed I'd actually need it.Mara was already there when I pulled in, headlights sweeping across the dark porch, Caelum asleep in his car seat with his stuffed wolf tucked under his chin. She met me at the car with a look that asked a hundred questions she knew better than to say out loud in front of him."He didn't ask much," she said quietly, lifting him carefully so he wouldn't wake. "Told him it was a surprise trip. He believed me.""Of course he did." I took him from her arms, his weight familiar and grounding against my chest even half-asleep, th
Marcus Webb made his first mistake three days later. He showed up at my office.I was mid-meeting with Gerald and two attorneys when Lina's voice cut through the intercom. "Ms. Vance? There's a Mr. Webb here. Says he's from Sterling Holdings. Says it's urgent."The room went still."Did he say what he wanted?""No. But he seems... nervous."I looked at Gerald. Nervous was interesting. Nervous meant something had changed."Small conference room. I'll be there in ten minutes."I stood outside the door a moment before I went in, watching him through the glass. He looked smaller than his file photo, average height, average build, the kind of man who'd built a whole career out of being forgettable. His hands were shaking on the table in front of him.I opened the door. "Ms. Vance. Thank you for seeing me.""I'm told you have information." I stayed standing, deliberately, letting the height difference and the closed door behind me do some of the work my voice didn't need to."I do." He glan







