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The cave was massive, but it didn't feel empty. Everywhere Winter looked, there were people. A woman stirring a pot over a fire. Three children huddled together, whispering and giggling. An old man carving something from wood, his gnarled hands surprisingly steady. They kept glancing at her, curious, wary. "I know this is overwhelming," Sophia said softly, and Winter's attention snapped back. "I know you need time. But you're safe now. That's what matters." Safe. The word felt wrong in Winter's mouth, heavy and foreign. She'd never been safe. Not with Griselda. Not in the pack. Not even in the citadel, not really, not until...

"They're winning because we're playing their game. So we stop playing. We disappear. We let them scream into the void while we build our case in silence." "And my mom?" "Harper's working on it. She has people watching the facility, making sure your mom is safe." He takes my hand. "I know it's hard. I know you want to fight back. But sometimes the smartest move is to vanish." The safe house is small. A cabin in the woods two hours north of the city. No neighbors. No internet. No connection to the outside world. It should feel like freedom. Instead, it feels like exile.

"Did he hit you?" I couldn't answer but tears were running down my face now and that was answer enough. Something dark and violent crossed Dante's face. "How did you escape?" "He went on a trip and forgot to lock the bathroom window. I climbed out with nothing. No money. No clothes. I just ran." I was shaking now and I couldn't stop. "I stayed in shelters until Mom met Richard. I thought I was finally safe." "You are safe." Dante's thumb wiped away my tears. "Because he's never getting near you again."

Raven’s phone kept buzzing more messages from the unknown number, taunting screenshots from the balcony fuck, zoomed-in shots of her face mid-orgasm. “They’re close,” Raven whispered, voice hoarse. “What if they hurt the baby?” Damien’s hand shot out, gripping her thigh hard enough to bruise. “No one touches what’s mine. Not the baby. Not you.” The safehouse was a fortified luxury cabin buried deep in the wooded hills outside the city another property under layers of false names and shell companies. Steel shutters, private security system linked directly to Damien’s encrypted network, and enough weapons to start a small war.

Before walking through, I took one last look at him. “Have a safe flight.” Standing outside the crowd, George wept silently. This time, I didn’t stop for him. As the plane took off, the cityscape outside the window shrank into the distance. I switched my phone into airplane mode. One second before the screen went dark, a text message from George slipped through. “I’m sorry, Millie.” I didn’t respond to his text. The clouds unfolded outside the window. The sunlight poured into the cabin. It was perfectly bright.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

My wolf cheers in my head causes me to laugh a little. The safe house is actually bigger than I first thought it would be, when you picture a safe house you imagine a tiny house in the middle of a wood right? This is entirely different, it's a huge mansion right in the heart of a huge town, once again I never imagined it to be like this. Gray explained this is the safest safe house around, Rupert's gonna find out we're in a safe house and start looking. He's going to expect what I expected the safe house to be, in the middle of nowhere hidden, not a huge mansion in the middle of a huge town! Which I have to say was a pretty smart move.

I said softly. His eyes lifted to mine then, fierce and unreadable. “You should.” But I didn’t. I couldn’t not when the world outside those walls wanted to devour me, and the only place I’d ever felt safe was standing in front of him. “Kael,” I said, stepping forward. “I need you to tell me something. Am I… am I safe with you?” He hesitated. “You are safer with me than anywhere else.” “That’s not an answer.”

Just one word, but it carried the weight of everything he felt—everything he never quite said out loud. The engines began to rumble beneath us. The plane slowly started moving. As the city disappeared beyond the windows, I leaned my head against his shoulder. I'm safe. The realization settled quietly inside me. Not because the world had suddenly become less dangerous. Not because bad things could never happen again. But because I wasn't carrying everything alone anymore. I wasn't waiting for the next disaster. I wasn't surviving. I was living. With Alex's arm wrapped around me as the plane climbed into the endless blue sky, I realized that maybe, just maybe— I was finally learning how to be

"Normal people definitely don't say sentences like that." Honestly— fair. The journey lasted nearly two hours. Twisting corridors. Abandoned maintenance routes. Forgotten sections of the city hidden beneath newer construction. Eventually, they emerged inside what appeared to be an abandoned bookstore. Dust covered everything. Broken shelves stood crookedly across the room. Sunlight filtered through dirty windows. It looked deserted. Completely harmless. Daniel blinked. "This is the safe house?" Seraphine walked toward a seemingly ordinary bookshelf. Then pressed a hidden mechanism.