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Airports always smell like lies and coffee.Too clean. Too bright. Too many people pretending they’re not about to lose something - time, sleep, control. Tonight this airport felt worse. Charged. Like the air itself was holding its breath.My wolf hated it. "Too open." she muttered, pacing my spine. "Too many exits. Too many hunters."“Eyes up.” Cameron murmured beside me, voice calm enough to be suspicious. “They won’t hit us past security.”I didn’t answer. Because Blackridge never did what they were supposed to. I already learned that on my own skin.We moved fast. Three predators and one very pissed-off Vale woman threading through glass and steel. Kieran took point, Damon behind me, Cameron half a step to my right like he’d been welded there.My passport felt too light in my hand.My phone buzzed. Once. Twice. I looked at it. Unknown number.I didn’t need to read it to know who it was from.Don’t.The boarding gate came into view. Private charter. Discreet. Expensive. Almost saf

The wheels hit the runway like a verdict.Hard. Unforgiving. Final.The jolt tore a breath from my lungs and sent pain slicing through my side so bright it whitewashed my vision. I cried out before I could stop myself, fingers digging into the blanket as the plane shuddered and slowed."Clara."Cameron’s voice slammed into me through the bond, instant and fierce. His hand was on me before my eyes even opened fully - solid, grounding, real.“I’m here,” I gasped. “Just.. Give me a second.”“You don’t have a second.” he said quietly.He wasn’t panicking. That scared me more.The engines wound down. Silence rushed in, heavy and loud in its absence. I could feel the plane settle, metal creaking like it was exhaling after holding its breath too long.Then everything moved at once.The cabin door opened with a sharp hiss. Cold Vale air poured in. So much wolf in it that made my head spin.Boots hit the tarmac. Voices barked orders.I heard Rowan before I saw him.“Medical team first. Perimet

Pain has a rhythm.I learned that somewhere between the second and third wave - when the first burn faded into something colder, deeper, like ice threaded through my veins. Not agony anymore. Precision. The kind that reminded you the clock was ticking even when no one said a word.Cameron left without explanation.One moment he was at my bedside, hand firm around mine, jaw tight with that familiar mix of restraint and fury. The next, he straightened like he’d reached a decision that didn’t require consensus.“I’ll be back soon.” he said quietly.Not we’ll figure this out. Not hold on.The door closed behind him with a soft, final click.Rowan noticed immediately. Of course he did. He lifted his head from the tablet in his hands, eyes narrowing. “He shouldn’t be alone right now.”Silas snorted. “Try stopping him.”Damon crossed his arms, gaze flicking to me. “Did he say where he was going?”“No.” I said honestly. “But I know that look.”Kieran’s mouth tightened. “That’s the look he ge

By the time Adrian walks in, my hands are already shaking.I keep them folded in my lap anyway. Vale posture. Vale spine. Even as my wolf curls inward, sluggish and furious, like she’s wading through tar.Poison does that. It doesn’t scream. It whispers. Humms in my blood.The room is private, soundproofed, too clean. Neutrality polished into glass and steel. Cameron is to my left - close enough that the bond keeps me upright, not close enough to cage me. My brothers are positioned like sentinels, silent, lethal, restrained by sheer will.Adrian smiles like this is dinner part two.“Clara.” he says warmly. “You look… pale.”I return the smile. It costs me more than it should. “Adrian. You look exactly like a man who thinks he’s already won.”A flicker. Satisfaction, maybe. Or irritation. Hard to tell with men like him - they wear confidence the way others wear suits.He sat. Unhurried. Unconcerned.That’s when I saw it. The case in his hand.Small. Black. Medical-grade seal. Sitting o

The ride back to the mansion is wrong.Not calm. Not peaceful. Wrong. The SUV glides through the forest road in silence so thick it hums louder than the engine. No music. No idle conversation. Not even the usual low-level mind-link chatter that always exists between us whether we acknowledge it or not.Everyone is locked down.Cameron sits beside me, rigid, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles have gone white. He hasn’t looked at me once since we left Adrian’s territory. Not a glance. Not a word. The bond between us is coiled tight, buzzing with restrained fury, fear, and something darker - betrayal, sharp enough to sting.My brothers are worse.Rowan stares straight ahead, jaw set like stone. Kieran’s leg bounces, a tell he thinks no one notices. Damon radiates pure, murderous intent. Silas… Silas is quiet. Too quiet. His mind brushes mine once, carefully withdrawn, like he’s afraid of what he might say if he lets it linger.My wolf shifts restlessly. "They’re going to tear each ot