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RHYS“Emma! Emma!”Her name tore out of me as the line went dead. The sound of her scream was still echoing in my ears when I hit the stairs, taking them three at a time. Doors opened behind me. Feet followed. I didn’t look back.“Get dressed,” I barked over my shoulder. “Now.”Theo appeared first, already pulling a shirt over his head. Tristan was right behind him, expression tight, eyes vacant. He had looked like that for days, but I didn't care right now. Cade came last, still barefoot, eyes sharp with the kind of focus that meant his wolf was already rising.I had my phone to my ear before I reached the bottom of the stairs.“Get the plane ready. I want it on the runway by the time I arrive.”The voice on the other end hesitated. “Sir, it’s the middle of the night. We can’t have it cleared and…”“I am not asking.” The words came out low and absolute. “As your Alpha, I am telling you. By the time I reach that airfield, that plane better be ready. Do you understand me?”A short, ten

EMMAPainPain was the first thing I registered.A deep, pulsing ache behind my right temple that made my stomach turn when I tried to open my eyes. The second thing was the cold. It pressed up through a thin, hard surface beneath me; it was not a mattress, not even a proper cot. Just something narrow and unyielding that barely deserved to be called a bed.I forced my eyes open.The room was small and windowless. Grey concrete walls. A single metal door with no handle on the inside. A bare bulb overhead that cast a weak, yellowish light. No furniture except the platform I was lying on and a dented metal bucket in the corner. The air smelled like dust and something faintly metallic.I sat up too fast. The headache spiked, and I had to clutch the edge of the platform until the room stopped tilting. My wrists were free. My ankles were free. They hadn’t tied me. They hadn’t needed to. The door was enough.Panic rose in a hot wave. I stumbled off the platform and crossed the room on unstea

EMMAI threw up until there was nothing left.My stomach clenched violently, burning as it tried to empty itself of air and bile and the sour taste of days without real food. I stayed on my hands and knees on the cold concrete, shoulders shaking, waiting for the next wave that never quite came. When it finally passed, I wiped my mouth with the back of my wrist and crawled back toward the thin platform that passed for a bed. My limbs felt too heavy. Everything hurt in a dull, constant way that had stopped being sharp days ago.I didn’t know how long I had been here.Time had stopped meaning anything after the first few days. They gave me water in small, measured amounts, just enough to keep me upright. Food came rarely, and when it did, it was barely enough to remind my body what hunger was supposed to feel like. Someone had hit me once, early on, hard enough to leave the bruise that still ached along my cheekbone. After that they didn’t need to touch me again.They had Victoria for tha

EMMAI walked back up the stairs on unsteady legs and closed the door of the unfamiliar room behind me. For a long moment, I stood there with my forehead against the wood, trying to breathe through the weight on my chest. Everything still felt too loud inside my head: the cell, the recording, Rhys’s face when I screamed at him not to touch me, Tristan’s absence, the way Cade had looked at me like he was breaking.A soft knock sounded.I turned as the door opened and Oliver stepped inside, closing it quietly behind him. The second I saw his face, something in me cracked open all over again. He looked exhausted. There were shadows under his eyes and a tightness around his mouth that hadn’t been there before I disappeared. Guilt and a painful kind of gratitude hit me at the same time. Someone had cared enough to keep looking. Someone had shown up looking like he hadn’t slept properly in days.I crossed the room before I could second-guess myself and wrapped my arms around him. He held me

EMMAA few days passed in a strange, careful silence.We occupied the same house, ate in the same kitchen, passed each other in the same hallways, and yet it felt like we were living in separate worlds. No one raised their voice. No one pushed. When we talked, it stayed short and practical.The argument in the living room still hung in the air like smoke that refused to clear.Everyone walked on eggshells around me, and I was the reason.I spent most of my time in my room. When I did come out, the others seemed to adjust around me without being asked. They were giving me space, keeping their distance, watching me with expressions I didn’t want to read.The anger I’d poured out that day had left something raw behind. And I wasn’t ready to soften it.I also wasn’t ready to leave.That truth sat uncomfortably in my chest because admitting it felt dangerously close to admitting that, despite everything, some part of me still trusted them to keep me safe, and I knew that Victoria wouldn’t