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POV: Ronan MontagueThe investigation consumed me over the next month.I stopped attending classes, stopped participating in pack leadership discussions, stopped doing anything except digging through records and analyzing political patterns. My father threatened to have me institutionalized. My friends staged interventions I ignored.Juliana's ghost watched it all with approval. "You're finally seeing the truth. They killed me and expected everyone to accept Ian as the sole culprit.""I don't know who they are yet. Just that they exist.""Then keep looking. Don't let them escape justice because it's easier to blame one sociopath than acknowledge systematic conspiracy."I found patterns in pack politics over the past decade. Strategic deaths that weakened certain families. Convenient tragedies that eliminated heirs at critical moments. And always, there were students at Moonrise Academy involved in circumstances that looked accidental but might not have been."You're connecting dots th

POV: Viola SterlingThe information I fed Ronan was carefully calibrated to seem helpful without revealing my true mission.Real details mixed with strategic misdirection, pushing his investigation toward areas that would uncover evidence the Council needed while protecting my cover. He was smart enough to verify everything, which actually helped since verification would confirm the real information I'd provided."This changes everything," he said after reviewing what I'd shared. "If Council members were actively discussing heir elimination, that's conspiracy to commit murder.""It's discussions about strategic planning. Whether that's criminal depends on whether they actually acted on those plans.""They did act. Multiple heirs are dead. My mate is dead. The only question is whether we can prove direct connection between Council discussions and actual deaths.""That requires finding The Architect. The person who coordinated between Council members and Ian.""I'm working on that. Hele

POV: Lady MacbethPower had a taste.I'd learned that thirty years ago, when I'd taken my first life and felt the rush of stolen energy flooding through my veins. Copper and lightning. Fear and surrender. The sweetest addiction I'd ever known.Now I stood in the library of Moonrise Academy, watching four terrified young wolves try to decide whether to fight or flee, and I tasted the possibility of something greater.Ultimate power. Complete control. The supernatural world reshaped according to my design.All I needed was a few more deaths."Sebastian, you've been very busy." I stepped over the debris of the shattered doors, my guards fanning out to block the exits. "Those files you stole represent decades of careful planning. I'm almost impressed you managed to photograph them all."The boy looked worse than when I'd last seen him. Pale, trembling, clearly running on nothing but adrenaline and desperation. But his eyes held something dangerous. Hope.Hope was always the hardest thing

POV: King Alexander of the Southern AllianceChaos was a beautiful thing.I watched my soldiers secure the transformation center and couldn't help but appreciate the perfection of the moment. Lady Macbeth unconscious and bound. Ferdinand broken and compliant. The Prospero girl under my control. And an entire campus of traumatized students who would remember that the Southern Alliance had saved them when their own leaders failed.This was how you built empires. Not through peace and diplomacy, but through calculated violence at precisely the right moment."Your Majesty." My captain approached, blood spattered across his tactical gear. "The facility is secure. Seventeen of Lady Macbeth's guards in custody. Eight casualties on her side, three on ours. All student prisoners have been extracted.""Excellent. What about the ritual chamber? Any residual magical energy?""Our witch consultant says it's been neutralized. The prince absorbed most of it when he broke the binding. He's lucky to b

POV: Ronan MontagueJuliana died for nothing.That thought burned through my mind as I stood in the library, staring at Sebastian Sterling's evidence spread across the table. Documents proving that her death wasn't tragic fate or the inevitable consequence of a forbidden bond.It was murder. Calculated, orchestrated, designed specifically to break me."Ronan." Helena touched my arm carefully. "We need to move. King Alexander's soldiers are securing the campus for tomorrow's ball. If we're going to act, it has to be tonight.""I know."My voice sounded hollow even to my own ears. The mate bond had been severed when Juliana died, leaving a wound that would never fully heal. But grief had transformed into something sharper over the past few days.Rage.Not the hot, explosive kind that made you stupid. The cold, focused fury that made you dangerous."Show me the list again," I said to Sebastian. "The students they targeted."He pulled up the document on his stolen device. Names highlighte