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Chapter — The TruthThe words wouldn't stop.He walked the whole way back with them running on repeat — your father was a vampire, the strongest one who ever lived, ask them why they never told you — and every time he tried to push them down they came back louder. More certain. More specific.His father.A vampire.That was why.That was why the staff stepped over him instead of around him. Why the court members went carefully neutral when he entered rooms. Why people flinched before he'd done anything. Why the voices had lived in him since before he could walk and why they felt like something that belonged there rather than something that had arrived.Not broken.Built this way.Built from something they never told him about.He came through the pack house gates and the grounds were quiet in the early morning light and he walked toward the front door and his chest was doing something that had no clean name — not rage yet, not grief yet, something underneath both of them waiting to be

Chapter — BreatheSol's room.He'd been pacing for twenty minutes.Phone in his hand. Put it down. Pick it up. Put it down again.He'd watched Zarian walk out of that corridor. Watched Amara fall to her knees in the driveway. Watched Lucian stand with glass in his arm and say nothing because there was nothing to say yet. Watched the whole house go into that specific silence of people who didn't know what to do with their hands.And then he'd come up here.Because the alternative was standing in that corridor being in the way of things that needed space.He looked at his phone.Zarian's name on the screen.His thumb hovered.He put it down.Picked it up.He needs to figure this out himself. That was the sensible thing. The right thing. Give him space. Don't crowd him. Don't be the person who shows up when someone needs to breathe.He put the phone down.Stared at the wall.Thought about Zarian's face in that corridor. About what disaster had done to him. About the glass on the floor an

KaiThe front door opened at 7:43am.Nobody had told Amara. She found out the same way she found out most things that mattered — her body knew before her brain did, pulling her from the kitchen into the entrance hall, and then the door was open and he was standing there and she was already moving.She ran.Both arms around him before he'd fully stepped inside. He caught her easily — laughed that laugh she'd been missing without knowing she was missing it — and held on.She pulled back.Held his face.Looked at him the way she always looked at them after time away. That full accounting. Everything that had changed, everything that hadn't."Look at you." Her eyes moved over him slowly. "So grown up. So manly." Her gaze dropped once. Came back up with an expression she couldn't entirely contain. "And the abs — well. I must say I'm impressed."Kai's grin came in fully. "Well you should be, Mother. I took after my father.""And that's why you can't take your eyes off him."Amara turned and

The Glass — The party was loud and warm and full of people who didn't matter.Lior was becoming intimately acquainted with that fact.She stood at the edge of the room with her wine glass and her dark gown and her very carefully arranged expression of someone who was absolutely fine, watching the night move around her like weather she'd decided not to feel. The dress had been a choice. A deliberate, calculated, slightly unhinged choice — the kind you make when you're telling yourself you're not doing what you're doing. It was cut low and fit close and it meant nothing. She'd told herself that three times in the mirror.She found him anyway.She always found him. Didn't look, didn't have to — her body just knew, the way skin knows heat before the mind registers fire.Keal.Across the room. And Priscilla.Priscilla in a white dress that was having a personal crisis trying to contain her, her mouth at Keal's ear, saying something low and meant only for him. And Keal — God, Keal — his fa

StrawberryThe ballroom had found its rhythm again.Glasses refilling. Conversations rebuilding. The dance floor still moving like nothing had happened, like the last twenty minutes hadn't happened, like Liora's skin wasn't still burning in the exact shape of Keal's hand.She stood near the edge of the room with Derek's drink in her hand and Derek's voice in her ear and her mind somewhere else entirely.Then she felt it.The particular quality of attention that arrives before the person does. She turned.Priscilla was already close. Moving through the crowd with a fresh glass extended, silver dress catching every light in the room, smile arranged into something that almost looked friendly.Almost."Here." She held out the drink.Liora looked at it. Looked at her. Took it.She didn't drink it.Priscilla's smile didn't move. Her eyes traveled down Liora's dress and back up slowly, the kind of look that was never actually about the dress."I must say." A small tilt of her head. "This dre