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Isabella POVMaverick rushed forward the moment he saw me, his arms reaching for me before he even reached the room. I dropped down and caught him against my chest, holding him so tightly that he squirmed and laughed, the sound nearly bringing me to tears.I buried my face in his hair and breathed him in, letting the warmth of my son settle the part of me that had refused to believe he was truly safe until I had him in my arms."I missed you, Mommy.""I missed you too, baby."I wasn't directly responsible for his kidnapping, but the guilt lingered anyway. Some part of me still whispered that I should have been there.Luna Lisa seemed to read it on my face."You can't carry this as though you caused it, Isabella," she said gently. "The boy was taken because someone chose to hurt you. That wasn't your choice."I looked down at my son as he played with the edge of my sleeve."He might remember.""He might. And we shouldn't pretend what happened wasn't frightening. Children notice more th

Isabella POVThe trial chamber was full. I suspected it was because the Alpha's family was involved.There was no endless arguing over words nobody cared about, no tedious procession of legal formalities. The evidence was presented, and witnesses were heard.I sat beside Wesley and his parents, along with Grandma Cassidy and the others, while witnesses waited behind the designated line.Across the chamber, my father sat with his wife. I barely recognized them. They had both lost weight since the chaos began. Whatever happened to Barbara would leave them without a child, and perhaps that was finally beginning to settle into them.Marcus had already received his sentence. He wasn't a Meridian member, but his connection to the organization and his illegal trade in Meridian substances had been established through the evidence recovered during the investigation. The council sentenced him to thirty years of confinement, along with the stripping of his commercial and pack privileges. Three m

Ruin Island looked exactly like the kind of place my dearest cousin Anita would choose.The name alone gave me chills, like a warning that I should head back before something crazy happened.Music spilled from open bars along the waterfront, mixing with laughter, shouting, and the crash of waves against the shore. Tourists crowded the streets, some barely dressed, some in things that probably should've stayed in the suitcase.Neon signs glowed above restaurants, clubs, and hotels, while people moved from place to place with the carefree confidence of those who owed no one an explanation.No wonder Anita loved it."Please don't add me to any madness tonight," I said when we got to our room, collapsing onto the bed."What?!" Anita shrieked. "We just got here. Tonight is the festival.""You can go ahead. I'm tired, and I need to do a few work calls, and—""You have an obsession with your work. I should file a complaint to my dad, and maybe your mom too, about how you always find an excus

I woke with no idea where I was.An unfamiliar ceiling came into focus above me, then the warmth trapped beneath the sheets, then the soreness running through my body. My mind felt pleasantly fogged, as though sleep had wrapped itself around every thought and refused to let go.Then I smelled him. His scent clung to the sheets and lingered on my skin. I drew in a deep breath before I could stop myself, and last night flooded back.My mate.I smiled and turned my head.The other side of the bed was empty.The smile died. I pushed myself upright, clutching the sheet against my body as I searched the room. No sign of him, only his scent still thick in the air.My heart sank.Where did he go?A folded piece of paper sat on the bedside table. I reached for it and read it.*Good morning, darling.*My mouth curved despite myself. Even his handwriting was elegant.*An emergency came up. I didn't want to wake you. If you're awake when you read this, wait for me. I'll be back as soon as I can.

Alexander POVI checked the IV again, making sure the fluid was still flowing through the line into Kamala's hand. The old woman's breathing remained steady, but the sight of her lying beneath a hospital blanket felt wrong. Kamala had spent most of her life healing other people. Now she was the one lying in a bed while someone watched her breathe.She had turned ninety-eight, and age had begun demanding its price. There was still strength in her, the kind that had kept her alive through things that would have broken younger wolves, but her body needed help. I had managed to get her into the clinic in the neighboring pack without attracting attention. They were one of the few places willing to treat rogues without asking too many questions, which made them useful to people like us. In return, I made sure the boys never bothered them.The clock on the wall was approaching eleven. My thoughts returned to the woman I had left sleeping in the suite.My mate.I hoped she had found my note a