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MILLIE'S POV"We need to talk." My voice was steady despite the trembling in my hands. "Privately."Braham nodded once, his jaw tight. "Leo, buddy, why don't you take your dragons upstairs? We need to discuss some boring grown-up stuff." "Is it about the bad people?" Leo asked, getting off the floor with his drawings clutched to his chest."It's about schedules and calendars," I said, forcing brightness into my tone. "Very boring. I promise."He studied us with those too-knowing eyes, clearly wanting to stay and eavesdrop, but finally trudged toward the stairs. "You're bad liars," he called back.Despite everything, I almost smiled.The moment his bedroom door closed upstairs, I turned to Braham."This isn't a coincidence.""No," he agreed, his voice hard as stone. "It's not."In his study with the door firmly closed, the full weight of the situation crashed down on us."They know." Braham paced like a caged wolf, his movements sharp and agitated. "They've been watching the news cove

MARTHA'S POVThe courtroom was packed when they led me in, hands cuffed in front of me.I scanned the gallery, taking in every face. Reporters filled the back rows, cameras ready despite the no-photography rule. A few faces I didn't recognize—probably curious onlookers drawn by the scandal.And there, in the fourth row, was Silas.My breath caught. I hadn't expected him to come. Hadn't seen him since the day I was arrested, when he'd walked past me without a word as the police shoved me into their car.He looked terrible. Thinner than I remembered. Dark circles carved under his eyes. His suit hung loose on his frame like he'd lost weight and forgotten to buy new clothes.But he was here.Our eyes met for just a second before he looked away, his jaw tight.Then I saw her.Millie.She sat in the front row, and of course she did. Of course she wouldn't miss this. This was her victory lap, her chance to watch me get exactly what I deserved.She looked beautiful, naturally. Hair perfectly

SILAS'S POVI stood outside the courtroom, leaning against the cold marble wall, trying to process what had just happened.Martha was pregnant. With my child. And she'd just antagonized the judge so badly she'd gotten her sentence almost doubled. Fifteen years. Ten before parole.My child would be born in prison. Raised, at least for the first few months, behind bars. And then what?I'd been attending all of Martha's hearings—preliminary, procedural, all of them. Always sitting in the back, always leaving before anyone could notice me. Especially before Millie could see me. I didn't know what I'd say to her. Didn't know if I had the right to say anything.Today, I'd arrived late deliberately, slipping in after everyone was seated. I'd seen Millie in the front row with Callie and Braham, looking composed and beautiful in that blue dress. And I'd made sure to sit where her back was to me.Coward. Still a coward."Mr. Butt."I looked up to find Martha's lawyer, Kevin Foster, approaching

RENAN'S POVThe pack training grounds were busy when I arrived for the morning session. Wolves in human form clustered in groups, some running drills, others sparring in designated areas. The autumn air carried the scent of sweat, earth, and the particular musk that came from shifters working out their wolves.Gabriel spotted me first and jogged over. "Beta. Good, you're here. Roy's been asking for you."My jaw tightened automatically at Roy's name. "What does he want?""Says there's a concern about border patrol rotations in the southern territory." Gabriel's expression was carefully neutral, but I caught the warning in his tone. "He's gathered a few others to discuss it."Translation: Roy was holding court again, and I was being summoned.I followed Gabriel to the covered pavilion where Roy held his informal meetings. Sure enough, he sat at the center of a group of wolves—maybe eight or nine, all from traditionalist families. They went quiet when I approached."Beta Renan," Roy gree

MILLIE'S POV"Hold still," Callie ordered, adjusting the collar of my blouse for the third time. "You look beautiful, but this collar keeps flipping up.""It's fine, Cal. Nobody's going to care about my collar at a preliminary hearing." I caught her hands gently. "Breathe. You're more nervous than I am."We were in Braham's study—or rather, what had become our war room for trial preparation. Will Reid's files covered the desk. My testimony notes were highlighted and annotated. Callie had created a timeline of events on a whiteboard that looked like something from a crime drama.Tomorrow was Sabrina's preliminary hearing. The first major legal step toward murder charges for my mother's death."I'm not nervous," Callie protested, then immediately contradicted herself. "Okay, I'm a little nervous. This is huge, Millie. Twenty-one years. Your mother's justice is finally within reach.""I know." I squeezed her hands. "Which is why I need you to be calm. If you're panicking, I'll start pani