Star Wars: The Clone Wars: The Wrong Jedi Novels & Stories

“Can’t sleep?” I jumped, spinning around. Adrian stood at the edge of the room, a glass of water in hand. He wasn’t wearing his usual armor of crisp shirts and polished shoes — just sweatpants and a plain black tee. It shouldn’t have mattered, but it did. “I’m not used to…” I gestured vaguely at the penthouse. “All this.” He walked closer, the city light cutting shadows across his face. “It takes time. You will.” I shook my head. “Don’t get too comfortable. I’m not planning to stay forever.”

Julia wiped the surface of her wrist with a swab, and just when she was about administer the drug, the door burst open and a group of uniformed officers rushed into the room, their weapons drawn. "FREEZE! LAPD!"

I smiled at him, unable to contain the joy in my chest. “I'm not welcomed by him.” The alpha shrugged. “Give Conan some time; he's confused, and we don't know what they did to him... What we can assume is that the shadows intended to use your cub against you!” I sighed, rubbing my temples, too tired of so much war and manipulation. “Let's figure this out and reverse all the evil!”

There’s no fun in that. Shad checked his watch, the cold glint of metal reflecting in his eyes. ‘A couple of hours.’ Jeramy’s curse was laden with frustration, his plans thwarted by the inconvenient timing. Shad’s words were far from comforting. ‘You can still have your way with her.’ A glance around the derelict factory, the dirt-covered concrete floor, made Jeramy hesitate. He scanned the filthy surroundings and scoffed. ‘In here? With no bed? Not even a mattress?’

Everything was becoming more confusing. The realization did not frighten Marilyn. It only made her sad for how badly Sarah was about to fall. “Sarah,” Marilyn said quietly, “you’re wrong. And I am asking you to stop before it's too late.” Sarah’s face hardened. “No, Marilyn. You are the one who is wrong.” Joey pointed at the necklace. “If Mr. Stewart bought it for his fiancée, then why are you wearing it?” “Because he gave it to me,” Marilyn replied.

"Charlotte, Sophie has been deported overseas. The information's been sealed. Almost nobody knows about it. "And from what I heard, she was sent to a riot zone. The people there are basically all violent criminals." At that point, he paused awkwardly. It was obvious he found the next part difficult to say. After a long silence, he finally spoke again. "There are barely any women there. Sending Sophie to a place like that... well, you could say she got what she deserved." I had heard colleagues talk about riot zones before. The people sent there were either criminals who leaked classified information or complete monsters beyond redemption.

Mandi Something was wrong with the Luna. I could feel it — and I suspected the whole pack could too. Ever since she came back from Silvercrest she was different. She still moved through her days with her head up, still smiled at the right moments, but it was like someone had turned down a dimmer on whatever made her her.

assistant"> Far beyond the facility, in a city completely disconnected from them, something changed. A man stepped off a curb, distracted by the glowing screen in his hand, while a car sped toward the intersection too fast to stop—an accident that should have been inevitable. Except the traffic light shifted at exactly the right moment. The car slowed just enough. The man looked up in time. No collision. No chaos. No harm. Back in the room, Elara staggered slightly. “It prevented it…” Victor blinked in confusion. “Wait—what?” “It corrected it,” she said softly. Adrian’s jaw tightened. “That’s not what this is about.”

I wasted no time in flagging down a cab, got in and stared out the window as the city moved past me. I had walked into that dinner to get closer to Kade Carter. Instead, I was being used as a pawn in a war that I didn't start. I frowned and ran a hand through my hair. This night couldn't have gone any worse.

“We’ve obtained unedited footage from the same source your court just viewed.” Adrian’s face drains of color. The judge gestures for the bailiff to retrieve the tablet. “Proceed.” The screen flickers to life again. The same warehouse, the same night but this time, the missing seconds are there. The video shows Adrian first — drawing a weapon, aiming at Damian. Then Damian lunges, disarming him. The audio picks up Adrian shouting, ‘You’ll never protect her!’ before the fight begins. Gasps fill the room. The judge’s voice hardens. “Mr. Cole, can you explain this discrepancy?”