MasukRonan's POV The scroll issued hasn't even passed as it still stayed in my pocket but the unsettling thought of Finn was engraved in my memory. On his way to the infirmary, I cornered him after the pack address. “What happened with Lana last night?” The question was a blade and I asked it bluntly. Finn, who was gathering supplies didn't even look up. “I checked on her. She was scared. We talked.” “Talked.” I let the skepticism drop. “Your scent was all over her. The bond was screaming with her guilt. Don’t lie to me, Finn. Not now.” He finally set the cloth down, meeting my gaze. His usual levity was gone, replaced by a stark, challenging intensity. “Fine. I kissed her.” The admission, so blunt, hit me like a physical blow. The beast within roared, surging against my ribs. The armory seemed to shrink, the air thickening with the promise of violence. “You what?” “I felt it, Ronan,” he said, his voice low and earnest in a way that was more terrifying than any taunt. “When I wa
Ronan's POV We moved to another room where we planned strategically. The maps on the table were no longer abstract representations of territory but were battlefields. The four red markers placed across the Black River in Night Fang land were not just missing wolves. “They were waiting,” I said, my voice flat. I traced the river’s curve on the map. “This wasn’t opportunistic. Jessica herds our feral, unstable wolves to a specific extraction point. Night Fang warriors, who just happen to be on a border patrol at the exact right time, collect them. This was coordinated. Pre-arranged.” Bastien leaned over the map, his finger stabbing at our side of the river. “She had help inside. Someone gave her the patrol schedules. Someone made sure the right guards were looking the other way. This was too clean for one outsider to pull off alone.” The idea of a second traitor, a pack member, was a sickness in my gut. But he was right. Idris stroked his beard. “This moves the threat from a dome
Lana's POVHome didn’t feel like home.The Lancaster pack house was the same, the scent of polished wood and pine, the morning light streaming through tall windows, the distant murmur of pack life but it fit me wrong. Like a sweater I’d outgrown, familiar yet constricting. The walls felt both safe and suffocating. The silence in our bedroom after Ronan left to debrief his brothers was heavy, not peaceful.I’d showered until my skin was raw, trying to scrub away the smell of damp stone and musky Night Fang. I’d changed into soft clothes that felt alien against my skin. Every creak of the old house, every raised voice from downstairs, made my heart stutter. Dorothy was safe, asleep in the next room under Kaelia’s watchful eye. We were out. We were free.So why did I feel like I was still waiting for the bar to slide back on the door?I needed air that didn’t taste like memory. I slipped into the hallway and made my way to the main stairs, my steps silent on the runner. The grand foyer w
Ronan's POVThe woods were thick with the scents of the confused wolves. We’d found eight of the twelve, dazed and aggressive, about to prey on innocent humans. It had taken strength and patience to subdue them without lethal force, to herd them back toward the kennels where heavy sedation awaited. Bastien had fought like a demon at my right hand, silent and brutally efficient. Every movement was a reminder of his skill, of the brother I had trained beside since we were boys. The brother who shared only half my blood.The remaining four had been driven deeper, toward the Black River. We tracked them to the water’s edge, where the scent vanished. They’d likely crossed, fleeing into neutral territory. A problem for another day.As we turned back, the first grey light of dawn staining the sky, the silence between Bastien and me was a physical weight. Idris moved between us silently.“We need to talk about the security breach,” Idris said, his voice cutting through the sound of our boots
Lana's POV“She asked for me?”The words came out more sarcastic than I intended. This mad woman wanted to chat with the one person she has been trying to sabotage since she got here after letting a pack of wolves off their leech. This woman has gone bunkers.Idris’s expression was granite. “It’s a trap. Or a manipulation. You will not go.”“But if she’s waiting, if she wants to talk…” Suddenly a horrible, cold curiosity gripped me. I wanted to look her in the eye. I wanted to see the face of the person who would set monsters loose on a house with a child in it.“No,” Idris said, his voice final. “Kaelia, you stay with her. Finn, you’re with me. We’ll secure Jessica and bring her to the holding cells. The Alpha and Bastien are already mobilizing the hunting parties in the woods. We need to clean up this mess inside.”He gave me one last, stern look. “Do not leave this wing. Do not engage. Is that clear?”I nodded, my throat tight. He and Finn left.Kaelia guided me not back to the sh
Lana's POVThe silence that followed Idris’s words was an absolute vacuum that sucked the air from the room. Twelve feral wolves. Set loose and Bastien was missing.My mind raced, a frantic animal in a cage of its own fear. Then, a cold, clear thought sliced through the panic.“Jessica,” I said.Ronan’s head snapped toward me, his eyes blazing. “What?”“The only stranger here. The one with the most to gain from chaos. She wants you unstable. She wants me gone. This does both.” The words tumbled out, logical and sharp. “She was ‘reviewing security’ yesterday. She knew about the silver door. Who else would have the access, the knowledge, and the motive?”Ronan stared at me as if I’d grown a second head. Then, a derisive, exhausted laugh escaped him. “You think Jessica, a hundred-and-twenty-pound she-wolf with no pack loyalty here, somehow overpowered my guards, stole keys, and orchestrated this? To what? Impress me? This is the work of a professional. This is an enemy attack.”“Or an in







