All Chapters of Howl for Justice : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

I can taste copper in my mouth, the taste of blood and rage and something colder beneath. My hands are folded on the desk, but the nails dig into the skin of my palm with every new fact. Lila, oblivious, barrels ahead. “Here’s where it gets really weird—see this meeting note? It puts Lucas in a con

The mug wobbles, arcs toward the edge of the desk, and I reach out—too fast, too feral—catching it by the rim before it can fall. Lila’s hand is there, too, palm on the ceramic, her pulse a hummingbird’s. The contact is skin-to-skin for maybe half a second, but the shock of it is enough to make my t

There is a silence to the office after midnight that I have never learned to love. It’s not peace—peace has a softness to it, a yielding; this is the silence of things that have been forcibly emptied out. The echo of foot traffic erased, the hum of too many monitors replaced by a single, blue, accus

It’s there, in the subtext. The coded language, the implication of something off-the-record, the plan for “contingency resolution” if the deal with Reynolds goes south. I highlight the relevant sentences, copy them into a fresh document, and start to draft the argument. The narrative forms: motive,

Let the hunt continue. Somewhere between dawn and full daylight, exhaustion catches up. Not just the slow-dragged kind, but the tidal, bone-marrow version—the kind that hits after a week of all-nighters and four cups of burnt coffee, the kind that leaves my teeth feeling loose and my skin a size to