บททั้งหมดของ The Wolf’s Redemption: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Dickson's POVI stood at the edge of the rooftop, watching the storm clouds build over the city like a slow-brewing war. Rain hadn’t started yet, but the wind whispered it was close. My coat flapped behind me, a warning of what was to come. I clenched my fists inside my pockets, trying to resist the urge to punch something. Or someone.Cole's message had been brief, but the urgency behind his voice gripped my spine like a vice. Rosa and Lycan had been attacked. Rosa had called him, panicked, saying Lycan was bleeding and unconscious. They were hiding in the east tunnel system, underground, near the old printing factory. It was clear this wasn’t just a random attack.Someone was making their move.And it was time I made mine.I turned, stepping down the stairs, my boots echoing through the metal staircase. I reached my car, slammed the door, and gunned the engine to life. As I drove through the narrow alleys, I remembered the last time I saw Rosa. Tense. Angry. On fire. There was somet

Rosa’s POVI didn't sleep.Not because I couldn’t—but because sleep felt like surrender.They think I’m broken. That I’m done. That I’m grieving.I’m not.I’m building.By the time the sun broke over the edge of the skyline, I was already three phone calls deep and twenty-four hours ahead of everyone else."Did you get the package?" I asked as soon as the line connected."Yes," said Harley. "But Rosa, this is serious—there’s enough dirt in here to bury half the city council.""Then start digging.""But what about Dickson? He knows. He has the drive Mira gave him.""Let him think he’s ahead. Let him run around like a righteous fool. He’s predictable."Harley hesitated. "And Daisy?""She’s hunting ghosts. Let her. I want her chasing shadows while I burn the real traitors."I ended the call without waiting for a reply.Then I grabbed my coat and keys.It was time to visit an old friend.The drive to the West Cell took an hour. When I arrived, the gates creaked open with a slow groan, and

Dickson POV …been lying about more than we thought. The drive confirms she was behind the West Cell blackout—and she orchestrated the council leaks.”There was a long pause. “And?”“She knew about Cole. She let him get taken.”Dickson exhaled. “That means she’s not just playing offense. She’s cleaning the house.”“Exactly,” I said. “But there’s something else. A hidden subdirectory. It’s encrypted differently.”“Can you break it?”“I’m trying,” I said. “But if I do… I think we’ll finally see who Rosa’s been answering to.”Dickson’s POVThe pieces were finally snapping into place—and it wasn’t the picture Rosa wanted us to see.I stood in the warehouse once more, watching Cole's breathing grow shallow. He wouldn’t last much longer, but he didn’t need to. He’d served his purpose.Bait.And soon, Rosa would bite.I had motion sensors planted in the rafters, relaying every movement. One twitch near the side entrance, and I’d know.My phone buzzed.Mira: Sub-directory cracked. Sending no

Children of Daisy's POVWe never knew our mother. Not really.We knew her voice, soft in the dark when the wind howled outside the safe house. We knew her touch, brushing a stray lock of hair behind our ears. We knew her scent — jasmine and metal, warmth and worry. But not her truth. Not the full shape of her past.That was never ours to have.Our uncle never talked much about her. But he watched us like a man holding onto something fragile. Like if he let go, everything she was would disappear. So we never asked too many questions. We didn’t have to. Not when his eyes answered what his mouth never could.We lived in a small farmhouse tucked away past the ridge, where the trees thinned and the sky stretched wide and blue. He fixed fences and repaired old radios. We fed chickens, read banned books, and raced down dirt paths until we fell, laughing, in wild grass.We were safe.We didn’t know why, but we were.Some nights, though, it came back. The tension. He’d stare out the window lon

Rosa's POV"You're kidding me."The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them. I stood frozen in the hallway of the safe house I had infiltrated two nights ago, holding the tapped audio recorder in my hand. The tiny green light blinked steadily, like a countdown."Play it again," I whispered.The device obeyed.Dickson's voice, clear as ever, echoed in the silence."I missed you, Daisy."Then Daisy's trembling response."I'm sorry I ran. I'm sorry for everything. I just wanted it all to stop."A pause. Then the sound of movement. Maybe a hug. Maybe a kiss."We’re not broken," Dickson said. "Just bent. And we can fix it."I clicked the recorder off and stared at the wall. Of all the moves Daisy could've made, reconciliation hadn’t been on the list. I'd counted on her guilt, her silence, her distance.Not... love."So that’s how you want to play it," I muttered. "Fine."Later that night, I sat in the shadows of an old café, sipping cold tea and waiting. Mara had gone undergrou