Safehaven Elizabeth Novels & Stories

She turned her back on East and walked back to the car. "Elize, I know where Gavin Elizalde is. I can help you." East said. Elize stopped walking and turned to East again. "I know you do, and I know you can help me," said Elize. "Listen to me first, Elize," replied East. Elize nodded. He took a seat on the bumper of her car. East walked closer to Elize. "Five meters," said Elize East stopped approaching. "Falcon is dead."

"They’re not waiting for the gala to end. They’re coming for the prototype." ​"She is not a prototype!" I roared. ​I grabbed Elara’s arm, pulling her toward the hall. "Gather what you need. One bag. We’re moving to the safehouse in the Adirondacks. It’s off the grid, lead-lined, and the only way in is through a Blackwood blood-lock." ​"I am not going to a Blackwood property," she spat, trying to wrench her arm away. "I have my own safehouses. I have my own security—"

But the fear of the intruder’s smile, the broken glass, the knowledge that Caleb had escalated… it all left her no room for argument. She nodded. Elara slept through the move, bundled in Amara’s arms as Dominic drove the SUV himself. The safehouse wasn’t a cabin or a bunker—it was a modern, beautiful stone estate tucked behind thick trees, with private gates and 24/7 security. Warm. Safe. Comforting. Dominic carried Elara into a guest room and tucked her under a soft gray blanket. Amara watched from the doorway, her heart aching at the gentleness in his movements.

"Baby, Ethan's coming to get you. You need to go to the safe house." "Kyle, what's wrong?" "Just trust me. Please. Go with Ethan. Stay there until I get home." "You're scaring me." "I know. But I need you safe. Both of you." She agreed reluctantly. I paced the hotel room for the next hour until Ethan confirmed Ella was secured in the underground safe house beneath our territory. Armed guards. Reinforced walls. Multiple escape routes. Tomorrow's testimony would be brutal. But all I could think about was getting home to my mate.

George kept in mind that Tammy had to take half a melatonin before a night flight. Yet, it was so hard for him to leave carrots out of my food. George placed the lid back on, his tone of voice softening. “Millie, I didn’t mean to abandon you today. “Liam is just a child. “Tammy just moved back, and she doesn’t have anyone around.” I asked, “Doesn’t she have parents?” “Her parents live out of town.” “No friends?” “She’s sensitive. She doesn’t like bothering anyone.” “So she doesn’t have coworkers?”

Elizabeth stopped before a painting hanging above the fireplace. A landscape. Nothing unusual. "I remember." She pressed against the frame. Click. The painting swung open. Behind it... A small hidden safe appeared. Elena exchanged a glance with Adrian. "Another secret." Elizabeth smiled. "I learned from Damian." She entered the combination. The safe slowly opened. Inside... Rested a thick leather photo album. Untouched for decades. With trembling hands... Elizabeth placed it on the table. Everyone gathered around. She carefully turned the pages. Family photographs.

"What about the safehouse?" "The security logs for the safehouse network just went offline," Elena said, her heart hammering a frantic, painful beat against her ribs. She didn't need to explain what that meant. The safehouse was where they had hidden her daughter. Lily was there, guarded by only a handful of Vultures while the main pack was securing the tower and the docks. "The thermal tripwires... the CCTV... the perimeter fencing. It’s all dead. Someone didn't just open Silas's cage, Julian. They cleared the path to my daughter."

She tried to shield Elias but she failed. But before they got to him, she’d left a trail. Hidden files, a code only he could decipher. “She knew what was coming,” Elias said. “She didn’t stop it. But she wanted me to.” He gave us a name and a location. A bunker in Zurich. Off-grid. Shielded by thirty years of diplomatic secrets and twenty-seven shell companies. “That’s where he is,” Elias said. Raven leaned forward. “And what do you want from us?” He looked her dead in the eyes.

“Where?” Elias swallowed, his voice low but steady. “A safehouse. Deep within the mountains… not far from our borders.” I stared at him, my heart thundering. For years, the man had been untouchable. Untouchable….and now suddenly within reach? Could this source truly be reliable?

“Thought you’d appreciate a call.” “What do you want?” I asked flatly. “Straight to business,” he said. “Alright then. I’m calling to let you know that Elisha is being kept in Nova Scotia. Halifax, industrial zone. More specifically—” He paused, savoring it. “Warehouse number seven.” Victoria’s head snapped up. Elijah went rigid. I kept my voice even. “Why the hell would I believe you?” “Oh, you shouldn’t,” Zane said lightly. “But here’s the thing — I don’t have the luxury of lying. And you don’t have the luxury of ignoring me.”