LOGINAfter a brief moment of calculated silence, Hudson dispatched a formal missive to the Hayes Clan Elders, containing the full investigation report into the archive fire incident—a direct warning to keep their subordinates in check.Meanwhile, Brent had already witnessed the toxic rumors clawing through the pack-link. He sent a mental pulse to Avery, assuring her that the Hayes Sentinels were scrubbing the network and that she had nothing to fear. He even offered to challenge Hudson directly to clear her name.Avery, however, signaled back a firm decline. She saw no reason to explain her soul to a man who had spent years ignoring its voice. She assumed that Hudson, a wolf who thrived on politics and power, would find such petty gossip beneath his notice anyway.Focusing her energy, Avery prepared for a pivotal shift at the Hayes Citadel. It was the first time they were receiving high-ranking Alpha clients from neighboring territories. Fearing that her inability to speak might be seen as
Hudson reignited the engine of the sleek Audi, the tires crunching over the gravel as he guided them back toward the Montgomery estate.“I had no scent of this,” Hudson muttered, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly tone that might have been mistaken for sympathy in a lesser wolf.Avery remained a statue of indifference. She knew there were many shadows in the Silver Ridge that Hudson ignored—mostly because he never bothered to sharpen his senses to her pain. If he had truly cared for the truth, he would have seen it years ago. His selective blindness regarding Madison Clarke was all the proof she needed that his concern was a hollow vessel.When they pulled up to the stone villa, Hudson killed the engine but didn't move to open his door. “Go inside first,” he commanded.Avery, desperate to shed the suffocating weight of his presence, stepped out without a backward glance.Once she was clear of the vehicle, Hudson let out a breath and reached for his communication stone, channeling
The visual was unmistakable to the gathered pack members—this promotional chronicle for the Great University was merely a stage for Madison Clarke to exert her dominance and cast a shadow over Avery Monroe.Hudson, standing like a stone monolith, did nothing to stop the posturing. It was clear he was content to let Madison’s ambition eclipse Avery’s heritage.Turning to Avery with a shallow, honeyed smile, Madison proposed, “Since I lack the blood-memory for the sacred mending, I shall grace the sweeping panoramic scenes. For the tedious close-ups of the fingers, Avery, you may stand in as my double.”The audacity caused Harper Bennett to inhale sharply, her inner wolf snarling. Had she not been bound by the decorum of the University grounds, Harper would have launched into a full-blown territorial challenge right then.Avery turned her gaze toward Hudson. Her face was a mask of unreadable calm, though the insult burned. The thought of her ancient Monroe lineage being reduced to "hand
Edgar’s voice was a jagged whisper through the mind-link.Hudson’s brow furrowed as he tore open the leather satchel. Upon seeing the ancient parchment detailing the Mate-Contract Dissolution, he let out a harsh, guttural laugh that sounded more like a threat.“Where is she?” Hudson growled. He tried to reach her through the network, but her signal was dark—her device was dead.Edgar checked the flight-logs of the private air-strips. “She is likely on a Hayes-chartered bird, Alpha. It just took wing. Its destination is the Halstead Peaks.”“Why the Peaks?” Hudson’s shadow seemed to expand, his inner wolf clawing at the surface. “Contact the flight-wardens. Force that bird down! Drag her from the cabin!”Edgar moved with the efficiency of a Beta. With the Montgomery Pack’s iron grip on the region’s transit, halting a flight should have been a simple display of dominance.However, they were minutes too slow. The jet had already cleared the Silver Ridge airspace. Turning back a vessel on
Avery fainted purely because of the Matriarch’s venom. It’s a tragedy, truly. If it were up to me, I’d have the High Elders examine that woman’s spirit for rot,” Gregory remarked, his voice sharp with a wit that didn’t quite hide his concern.The heavy oak door of the infirmary creaked open, and Dr. Mercer stepped inside, his brow furrowed as he scanned his chart. “She has regained consciousness?” He looked at Avery, then at the others. “Who here is her bonded kin? There is a development we must discuss.”A thick, heavy silence settled over the room. Harper Bennett’s shoulders tensed. “Is it the Silver Decay? Has the sickness jumped to her?”“Nothing so dark,” the doctor reassured them, though his expression remained grave. “It is a matter of the bloodline.”“Then… Ethan, Gregory, wait in the hall,” Harper commanded, her voice brooks no argument. “This is for a female’s ears alone.”The men inclined their heads and retreated. Dr. Mercer laid a parchment report on the small stone table
The butler watched Avery, his ears twitching in surprise. Previously, the Luna would have insisted on seasoning every piece of elk and packing the silver canisters herself. Now, her scent was marked by a cold, sharp indifference. It was clear to the old wolf that Avery Monroe had finally severed the invisible leash.When Avery arrived at the towering gates of the Hayes Relic House, Brent was already waiting at the stone archway.“This is Avery Monroe, our High Advisor. From now on, she has Alpha-level clearance,” Brent announced to the elite sentries, handing her an obsidian entry charm.Given Brent’s status as the heir to the Hayes Territory, his personal welcome was a shock to the pack members. Usually, he wouldn't extend such a courtesy unless a neighboring Alpha was visiting.“Commander Hayes, there is no need for this ceremony. Just show me to the archives,” Avery typed, her screen glowing in the dim mountain light.“It is no trouble. My wolf is restless today, and the walk does







