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“What is Arthur is the better question.” “What?” I adjust my cloak, turning my attention to Soren, who I’m surprised to find annoyed with the prospect of this trip instead of chomping at the bit to get away from Moonrise for the next few days. “Arthur lives in the Archives–the ancient library here in Veiled Valley. He’s… not like us.” Soren rolls his eyes. “Great. That seems to be a theme these days. What is he, exactly?” “No one really knows. I honestly doubt he knows. He’s very old. He was an exceedingly old man back when Ella came to live in Veiled Valley, and she was younger than me at the time.”

I asked and Lila looked lost for a little bit and the silence that followed almost made me regret asking the question but that was until she spoke. “Well, I guess to a large extent Arthur is a man of his own but I think he also has some alliance with some other bigger packs, don’t ask me how he does it because I wouldn’t be able to tell you, I just don’t know but he does. There are a lot of things that happen in his office and in his home that make things just come together for him and his pack. He puts in a lot of effort in whatever he’s doing because believe it or not, no matter how tight things might be within the economy, we’re not broke and I don’t even see it happening any time soon.”

A masculine voice said from behind. The two girls turned backwards and saw a guy with brown hair combed backwards, with black glasses and wearing a Jurassic Park tshirt. Amy knew who he was, he was Jeremy Price, they were classmates in Literature class. He was one of the best students, with good grades and knowledge with everything related to Technology. "I'm sorry girls, I hope I didn't scare you. I'm just trying to recruit as many people as possible. It was my idea to have the play and convince Mr. Geller. He might even give extra points to the students that participate." Jeremy said.

Arthur whispered, his voice barely audible, “I can’t... let go...” Mira glanced at him, her expression softening with pity. “Hold on, Arthur. I’m going to get you through this.” Tony leaned closer, his hand resting on Arthur’s shoulder. “Stay with us, Arthur. Don’t let them win.” Arthur didn’t respond. He couldn’t. The darkness was too strong, too tempting. The hallucinations came in waves—memories distorted into nightmares, familiar faces twisted with malice. Elara’s face floated before him, but this time, her eyes were cold, accusing. She whispered his name, but it wasn’t in love; it was in contempt.

“Arthur.” The answer was not what I expected and for a moment I could not respond. Arthur had hidden records, amended trusts, launched investigations and preserved secrets. The more Evelyn spoke, the less he sounded like a distant dead man and the more he felt like someone still standing behind all of us, moving pieces with a hand nobody had seen clearly.

"I’ve had enough of this trip down memory lane. I have a conference call in an hour. Are you coming or not?" Evelyn opened her mouth to speak, but a sudden, sharp pain flared in her lungs. She doubled over, gasping for air. The sky, which had been bright and clear moments ago, suddenly turned a bruised purple. A low rumble of thunder rolled across the horizon. "Arthur," she tried to call out, but her voice was swallowed by a sudden gust of wind. Arthur didn't turn around. He was already thirty yards away, his back a rigid, unforgiving line. He disappeared around the corner of the brick gymnasium, heading toward the car.

I could see them now. Vincent stood near the base of the core structure, his arms crossed, looking up at the glowing blue sphere with an expression of pure greed. Beside him, Elvira Calder looked bored, elegant even in this industrial dungeon, checking her nails as if she were waiting for a taxi rather than standing in the most dangerous place on earth. And between them, standing by a control console, was Arthur Vance. He wasn’t smiling anymore. The warm, gentle uncle persona was gone completely. His back was straight, his face hard and cold, his eyes sharp as he typed commands into the system. He moved with authority, with ownership. This was his domain.

Three more he could place by family connection, women whose parents or siblings were in the Ironveil orbit, which gave Marcus a contact point. That was nine women he had some line on. Out of a hundred and eighty. He worked through the rest of the list. For most of the names, he had nothing. A name on a page was just a name. His phone buzzed. Marcus: Legal cleared the sponsorship records. Pulling them now. Also, Ashford pack contact confirms 11 of their members were at the event, 8 females, 6 mated. The beta also confirms two guests. Sending names.

It was Arthur Vincent. His face was scarred from the bridge explosion, his arm in a mechanical brace. He looked like a man who had crawled back from the grave with only one thought: revenge. "The 'Second Family' doesn't like competition, Vira," Arthur spat, his voice distorted by a vocal cord injury. "The Vincents aren't going to be replaced by a batch of test-tube babies." Arthur turned his weapon toward the glass pods. "No!" Panni screamed. The Price of the Future

“Auren and Kael. Riven and Draken. Me, Tarin, and Thessaly.” My stomach twisted tighter, but I just nodded. “We don’t engage,” she warned. “Invisible, in and out. We watch, we listen, we learn. And we come back alive.” Tarin slid a tray of vials across the table, liquid the color of smoke swirling inside. “Two hours of invisibility. Don’t waste it.”