登入TysonFor a moment, I simply stare at her. The words refuse to make sense.“My… what?”The Oracle doesn’t repeat herself. She merely watches me with that same infuriating calm that has followed her for as long as I’ve known her.“Your mate is reconciling with her family. That much I can tell you.”A bitter laugh escapes my lips. “My mate doesn’t have a family.” The words come out harsher than I intend. “Her mother, who was the only family member she had is dead.”Silence.The Oracle neither agrees nor disagrees. I take another step toward her.“The only family Naya ever talks about is her mother.”My chest tightens.“Unless…” A horrifying thought slams into me. I shake my head before it can fully form.“No.”Connor looks at me in confusion while Aiden’s brows knit together.I force the words out anyway.“Unless you’re trying to tell me she’s dead.”The room falls into a suffocating silence. Even the flames dancing around the chamber seem to grow still.The Oracle sighs. A weary, almos
TysonFive days.Five unbearable days pass without a single breakthrough. Every morning begins with hope. Every night ends with disappointment.The search party Aiden leads returns before sunrise on the first day after finding Naya’s ring. Their expressions tell me everything long before they step inside the command room.Empty-handed.Just as I expect.“The entire area has been swept clean,” Aiden reports, dropping a folder onto the table. “No footprints. No scent. No abandoned camps. Nothing.”I flip through the photographs anyway, forcing myself to examine every image.Dense woodland, an abandoned creek, a clearing with nothing but fallen leaves and broken branches.Exactly what I predict.“They were never there,” I say quietly.Connor looks up from the map. “You were right.”I let out a humorless laugh. “I wish I wasn’t.”The ring is never meant to lead us to Naya. They took the ring off her finger and placed it there to give us the wrong lead. They probably didn’t even take that
Tyson The ring.The words hit me like a punch to the chest.Naya’s ring. The one found inside the pink bakery box this morning. For a heartbeat, the room falls silent again.Aiden looks between us. “What ring?”Connor reaches into his pocket and carefully places a small evidence bag on the table. Inside it rests the silver ring I slide onto Naya’s finger the night I make her my Luna.My chest tightens. I don’t have to touch it to recognize it. I’d know that ring anywhere.Aiden studies it before looking back at me. “Left it where one of our patrols would find it?”“No, we found it few miles south from the motel.”Aiden frowns. “They’re sending a message.”“They’re playing games,” I say quietly.Both men turn to me. I keep my eyes on the ring.“If they wanted to negotiate, they would’ve sent demands. If they wanted to kill her…” The words catch in my throat. “they would’ve sent proof.”I force myself to finish. “This…” I tap the evidence bag with one finger. “…is bait.”Connor folds h
TysonFour daysFour days long, agonizing days pass since Naya disappears, and every second feels like another knife twisting deeper into my chest.The war room has become my prison.Maps cover every inch of the table. Pins, photographs, satellite images, reports, witness statements, everything we have is spread before us, yet none of it brings me any closer to my mate.I haven’t slept, I barely eat. Every time I close my eyes, I see her smile. Every time I open them, she’s still gone.The doors to the command room swing open and every conversation dies instantly. I don’t have to look up to know who has arrived.Aiden.He walks into MoonHaven looking nothing like the man who left weeks ago in search of peace.A duffel bag hangs from one shoulder, dust coating his boots and the hem of his dark jacket. His hair is slightly disheveled, and dark circles shadow his eyes.He came straight here. He didn’t stop to rest, didn’t change. Didn’t even unpack.He must have thrown his belongings int
TysonThe drive back to MoonHaven is the longest of my life. No one speaks, not Connor, not the warriors riding behind us.Not even my wolf.The silence inside the SUV is suffocating, broken only by the low hum of the engine and the sound of tires eating away at the endless stretch of road.The folded note rests in my palm.I’ve read it so many times the edges have already begun to soften. I’m still alive. Three words.Three words that keep me breathing, three words that keep me from tearing this entire world apart. I unfold it again. Connor glances at me from the passenger seat but wisely says nothing.The symbol of the Veil still sits beneath Naya’s handwriting, mocking me.Below that… Three tiny dots arranged into a triangle. I trace them with my thumb.“Naya,” I murmur. “You knew I’d find this.”She always leaves breadcrumbs. Even when we’re baking together, she marks her recipe cards with tiny triangles instead of numbering them.She once laughed and said it helped her remember t
TysonFour hundred miles.The words echo inside my head long after the call ends. Four hundred miles. I can’t help but think my mate will be found around that perimeters, but I know whoever kidnapped her is not a fool.The moment Connor gives me the location, I shift. The forest explodes around me as I run. Branches snap, leaves scatter. The earth trembles beneath my paws. I barely register any of it. The only thing that matters is reaching Naya.Or finding whoever took her.Others struggle to keep pace. Not that I care. My wolf is completely in control now.Furious, terrified and desperate. The worst combination imaginable. By the time I reach the vehicles waiting at the edge of the territory, I am already shifting back.Pain tears through my body, bones crack, muscles reform. I don’t slow down. I yank open the driver’s door and climb inside.“Tyson…”“Get in.”Connor wisely stops talking. The convoy moves within seconds. Five SUVs, twenty warriors. Every one of them armed.If this i
I woke up in a bed, surrounded by three big men. They are all huge. I pretend as if I am still unconscious.A voice booms beside me. “Open your eyes, spy. We can tell you’re awake.”I open my eyes to glare at the speaker. A tall blond man who looks about thirty-four. “You don’t need to be so loud,
Chapter TwoAs much as I would love to get myself some buzz, I can’t do that with my state of unemployment. I hardly get drunk, it takes a lot of alcohol to get me to that state. Lucky me, nothing ever works my way. Back when my mum was still alive, she used to tell me I am wasting my time trying
I nearly escape, my things packed and my key in my hand, just as I am about to lock the door, that’s when I hear footsteps.If I were living a normal life, I would have thought it was probably my neighbors returning from a latenight party. But no, nothing about my life has been normal ever since m
I think I fainted again I regain consciousness at the same time I feel a hand brush mine, but when I open my eyes, Alpha is standing a little far from me, looking as if he is ready to cut off my neck.He frowns. “You really fainted. You were not pretending. I could taste your fear and confusion.”







