LOGIN(Victor)Knox is already in the chair across from my desk when I come in, and there's a single sheet of paper on the wood between us.Face up.I don't need to read it. I know the hand. Cramped, slanted, a healer three winters in the ground.‘Spacing inconsistent w/ single attacker. Query second set?’"Warden."I lower myself into the chair.My knees complain. The voice doesn't.Forty years of pack politics, it had better not."You could have sent your clerk with that.""I could have." He folds his hands in his lap. "I wanted to bring it myself."Then he stops talking.That's his whole method.He sets the thing down and lets the quiet do the work."My records," I say. "Ten years old. The rogue that killed my Beta.""Theodore Pruitt."He says the name gently, the way you'd say it to family."The clerk flagged that page yesterday. I've read the rest of the file twice since.""And?""It's the cleanest fatality file I've handled in nine years on the Council."He tips his head."Statements
(Angelique)He's waiting in his room when I come up from checking on Zack, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the door like he knew which minute I'd walk through it."He's asleep," I say. "Tova's on the cot. Guards on the door.""You've been quiet since Knox took the healer downstairs. Quiet the way you go right before you shut me out.""I'm tired.""You're scared."He stands."A woman went to our son's door today to kill him, and you're up here white as a sheet and still won't open up to me. Tell me all of it, Angelique."My wolf is annoyed with my continued reticence.'Tell him,' she says. 'You've run out of road, coward.'"I’m worried someone could be listening," I admit.He takes my wrist, pulls me into the bathroom, and turns the shower on hot so the water covers our voices.Steam climbs between us."Now nobody hears but me," he says. "Talk."So I do."The reason the coven wants Zack dead."My voice is already breaking."There's a prophecy. A child born of a goddess blessed
(Parker)By noon Monday the lot's half empty and I've looked at too many faces.None of them are the one.I’m not going to be able to find the second watcher by scent.She'll read clean, same as everyone else here.The way to find her is by noticing the thing she does that a real person wouldn't.So I walk the halls with a coffee I don't drink and I wait for one of them to move wrong.Cole's list is good.Every hire in five years, every guest finding a reason to stay.But the coven doesn't plant a name.They plant a habit the house stopped noticing years ago.I'm on the stairs when the healer comes up them.Older woman. Soft shoes, a canvas bag, the kind of face that's been in the background so long nobody really notices her.I've passed her three times since Sunday and written her off every time."Afternoon," she says."Afternoon."She keeps climbing.Toward the family wing.Toward the room that’s now across the hall from mine, where a four-year-old hasn’t stopped freaking out happil
(Parker)The first cars leave at midnight.I watch them from my window.They’ve had their fill of food, drink and gossip.They’ll have to wait for Levi Knox to finish interrogating Maliyah before they hear what the outcome is of this plot.Every one of them that leaves thins the wall of protection around Zack.The coven won't hurry.They'll wait for exactly this.The guards and household distracted by departing guests, everyone with somewhere to be.Gravel crunches across the lot. Three sets of feet approaching.I know the heavy tread before it's halfway to me.Alphas walk like the ground owes them.I do it myself.I open the door before they reach it.Rene Beck stands on my step with Angelique at his shoulder and Cole a pace behind, and for the first time since I came to this house he's not looking at me like he wants to open my throat."You told me I'd know where to find you," he says. "Once I worked out which man was the right one.""Took you a while.""I've had a busy week."I ste
(Rene)I get her up the back stairs, leaving the people in the hall to sort themselves out.Maliyah can wait. Stewing will do her good.Angelique’s hand is cold in mine and she's letting me pull her along, openly eager to be alone with me.It’s the first time since she got back and it’s doing things to my equilibrium."Don't be gentle with me."She says it to the back of my neck, voice low."Whatever you're about to do. I can't take gentle. Not today.""Wasn't going to be gentle."Lie.I don't know what I'm going to be.I feel like I did our first time. Keen, but uncertain.I get us through my door and shut it.The click of the latch is the first quiet I've had since a four-year-old climbed the altar and rearranged my whole life.She turns around in the middle of the room and lifts her chin.Braced.Waiting for it.Like the next thing coming is always a fist.'She thinks that's what she gets,' the wolf says. 'She thinks we're going to make her pay.'She mourned me.She raised my son a
(Maliyah)"Wait in here."The guard opens a door on the little sewing room and gestures me through it impatiently.I’m the Luna of a neighboring pack, former member of this one, and they've put me in the room where the staff hem curtains."I'll want my phone.""You won't," he says, and shuts the door on me.No lock.They don't need one.There's a wolf on the other side of it who'd come through the wall if I raised my voice, and every soul in this house has just been handed a reason to wish me dead.I sit.Not because he told me to.Because sitting is what you do with hands that want to shake, when you would rather die than let anyone watch you steady them.So.My carefully laid board has gone to hell.Brynn is not going to be Luna.My own daughter stood in that hall and gave me to a Warden with the whole district watching.I'll deal with her later, and she knows I will, which is the only satisfaction I get to keep tonight.The boy is his.Everyone breathing knows it now.The thing I s
(Rene)Cole's been in the doorway ten seconds working up to something, which is nine longer than I've got patience for tonight."What?""Our lookout in the town. The one keeping eyes on the roadhouse."He picks each word like giving me the wrong one could explode in his face."The owner's been aski
(Rene)The boy falls asleep in the car before we clear the gate, and I'm glad, because it means she has nothing to hide behind when we get to the house.I have Cole take the kid to a room on the far side of the residence.Angelique watches him carried away down a corridor she doesn't know, in a hou
(Angelique)Twenty minutes to dismantle a life.It's not as hard as it should be.That's the part that hollows me out, how little there is.Zack's clothes.The shoebox of his drawings.One good blanket.My documents, the fake ones and the realer ones, taped inside a vent I pried open with a butter
(Rene)I told my men one hour.I told myself I'd wait it out at the hotel like an Alpha with a shred of self-control.Instead I'm leaning on the door of a trailer that smells like mildew, cheap soap, and her, and self-control can go to hell.Her scent is everywhere out here.Worn into the doorframe







