LOGINPOV: Calista RiversThe inside of the central toll office was too white.The Council had built this room out of polished plastic panels and clean glass. It had bright fluorescent lights in the ceiling that hummed with a buzzing sound, making my eyes ache after so many hours in the dark subway tunnels. The floor was covered in smooth grey tiles that still smelled of strong chemical bleach, but now those tiles were covered in muddy boot prints and dark streaks of red blood.I sat on a metal folding chair by the front counter, trying to stop my hands from shaking.Elena was standing across the room, tearing a clean white bedsheet into long bandages with her teeth. She had found a box of medical tape and two bottles of clear antiseptic liquid hidden inside an upper cabinet. Her own face was pale, and her dark hair was a messy knot around her ears, but her hands were steady as she worked."We have twelve warriors inside the back office" Elena said, her voice low as she dropped a roll o
POV: Calista RiversThe Manhattan entrance plaza feels like an empty gray tomb.The glass towers of the wealthy district blocked out the morning light, casting cold shadows over the wide concrete square. Thick patches of fog floated between the dark skyscrapers, smelling of damp stone and burning rubber. There were no cars driving on the pristine streets. There were no human citizens walking on the wide sidewalks. The thousands of people who lived in these expensive apartments were hiding behind their heavy metal storm shutters, listening to the distant sounds of our war.I stood beside the rusted steel bumper of the lead logging truck, keeping my weight pressed against the warm metal to stay upright.My left arm was still tied tight against my ribs, and every single muscle in my chest felt like it was on fire. The blistered skin on my right palm was starting to sting fiercely as the cold wind whipped across the plaza. But I kept my eyes wide open, watching our warriors fan out a
POV: Calista RiversThe bridge lanes looked like a river of moving fire.Kael carried me up the steep embankment, his boots digging deep into the wet dirt until we reached the edge of the asphalt highway. He kept his arms locked tight around my back, shielding my broken collarbone from the vibrations of the battle. Through the soul-thread, his heart was a hammering machine, pumping a steady wave of heat into my freezing, numb skin."I can walk, Kael" I rasped out, my throat feeling like it was coated in sand."You cannot" Kael growled softly, his jaw set in a hard line as he looked down the wide expanse of the bridge. "You gave everything to those engines, Calista. Your heart is beating too slow. Just stay quiet."I looked past his shoulder, my eyes blinking to clear the thick black smoke that was rolling across the highway lanes.The strategy was working perfectly. Without the automated shadow-cannons to slice them to pieces, the Enforcer squads on the toll plaza were completely d
POV: Calista RiversThe river docks were a dark maze of rotten wood and rusty iron.The midnight was like thousands of tiny needles poking into my face. The gray fog was rolling thick and heavy off the East River, smelling of salt and engine grease. It hid the yellow glow of the Manhattan skyscrapers across the water, but it also hid us from the Enforcer guards standing on the high toll plaza above.I stood behind a stack of rusted oil drums, my body shivering violently under my dark coat. My left arm was still tied tight against my ribs, making me feel completely off-balance every time I took a step. My right hand was numb from the freezing wind, but I kept my fingers wrapped tight around the handle of my silver tactical knife.Kael crouched right next to me, his frame completely still in the shadows. He had left his jacket at the hospital base. He wore only a thin black shirt, his eyes glowing with a hunting focus as he watched the dark water below the pier.Through our thin sou
POV: Calista RiversAlpha Silas did not waste any time. Once he bowed his head, his cold mountain pride turned into absolute discipline. He ordered his four captains to bring the mountain clan's supply wagons down into the hospital basement. Within thirty minutes, our dark concrete room was filled with fresh sacks of dried meat, clean well-water, and thick wool blankets that smelled of fresh pine needles.I sat at the rusty iron table in the center of the room, looking down at the city map Jarek had spread out before us.My left shoulder was still a thudding knot of pain, but the silver veins in my neck had gone quiet again, hiding beneath my skin like sleeping snakes. Kael stood right beside my chair, his big hand resting on the back of my seat. The dark protective rage in our soul-thread had cooled down into a steady, vibrating alertness. He didn't trust Silas completely yet, but his inner wolf was no longer trying to rip the room apart."The Council generals are smarter than D
POV: Calista RiversThe basement of the old Bronx hospital was freezing cold.The air in the hospital was a damp concrete and sour tang of medicine that had been sitting in dark bottles for five years. Jarek’s scouts had done a quick job cleaning the main floor. They had kicked down the rusted iron doors that led to the subway tracks, allowing our people to move straight from the dark rail lines into the building's lower levels without ever stepping onto the dangerous streets above.I stood in the center of the main ward, wrapped in my heavy wool blankets. My left arm was still bound tight against my chest, but I was using my right hand to direct the workers."Put the high-fever patients near the back wall where the old radiator pipes are still warm," I told two young human rebels who were carrying a heavy wooden cot between them. "And keep the open wounds near the front tables where we have the battery-powered lanterns. I need to see the skin clearly if I am going to cut out the i
POV: Calista RiversThe rush of Kael’s energy into my system wasn't a gentle wave.My vision blew out into a blinding white. The smell of Elena’s old books and dried lavender was quickly replaced by the biting scent of a winter forest after a heavy snowfall.
POV: Calista RiversMy father’s face on the screen of my phone was a physical blow.Thomas Rivers was a man who had pulled families out of burning brownstones, a man whose hands were rough from a lifetime of labor but had never been anything but gentle when he raised me.Seeing him slumped in that
Kael Varyn's POVRiver found me on the roof of my building, staring at the city below."You look like hell," he said, leaning against the railing beside me."I feel like hell," I admitted.River was my Beta. My second-in-command. And the only person in the world who had stood by me for the past thr
Calista Rivers' POVI did not go home that night.I could not. Every time I thought about my apartment, I imagined shadow creatures waiting in the corners. Red eyes watching me from the dark.So I stayed at Elena's shop. She gave me a cot in the back room and told me to rest. But rest was impossibl







