LOGINThe chamber starts pulling on Ivy's memories.Jackson appears first, standing in the middle of a flower garden, sunlight falling warm across his shoulders and slightly on his face. He smiles at her, easy and familiar, as though nothing has ever happened to either of them."I knew you'd come," he says.She almost reaches for him before some small, clear part of her mind recognizes the wrongness underneath the memory, a detail out of place, his voice pitched half a note too high, and he dissolves before her fingers close around empty air.Marcus takes his place next, then Jenna, their faces flickering through moments that should have felt like comfort and instead feel like something scraped raw.Ivy's old apartment appears around her for a heartbeat, the smell of burnt toast and candles, gone before she can breathe it in properly. Louisiana's summer heat presses briefly against her skin. Her parents' voices drift past, warm and then subtly, terribly wrong, a laugh that doesn't belong to
Darkness that feels alive swallows Ivy.It's draining her so fast that she can't fight. The stone doors slam shut behind her with a sound that rolls through unseen tunnels for what feels like minutes, the echo traveling somewhere far beyond where an echo should reasonably be able to reach, and when it finally dies there's nothing left behind it at all.No dripping water. No settling stone. Even her own breathing sounds foreign to her, too loud and fragile, the only proof left that she still exists in a place built to make her doubt it.She stays on her hands and knees where the soldiers threw her, ribs aching with every shallow breath, and coughs blood onto stone so black it seems to swallow the low light along with everything else.The blood doesn't pool the way blood should. It vanishes into the surface slowly, the way dry earth drinks the first rain after a long drought, and Ivy's stomach clenches watching it disappear.This place is hungry. It has been hungry for a very long time.
Numenessa doesn't answer.Because she doesn't know either, and that silence, more than anything she's said tonight, is the thing that finally decides it.Ivy steps back, putting stone and space and every unhealed wound between them. "No."Garren laughs.A cackle of a man drunk on his own victory. He claps his hands together slowly, the sound sharp against the ruined quiet of the courtyard."Look how pathetic the both of you are," he says, and begins to walk, every footstep leaving a spiderweb of black cracks through the stone behind him. "The moon goddesss really wasted power on the wrong ones." His eyes move between them. "Now, I'll have it."Ivy tries to step forward and her body simply refuses.An invisible pressure fills the courtyard.Numenessa summons red and furious lightning, splitting the storm clouds still churning above them and hurling it straight at Garren's chest.It bends before it reaches him. Curves through the air, and disappears into his chest without so much as sco
The sky refuses to stop tearing now with rain drops.Clouds spiral downward around Ivy like water disappearing into a drain far too small for the amount trying to pass through it, and she digs blue flame into the empty air beneath her, clawing for anything solid enough to slow the fall.There's nothing there.Every ounce of strength she throws against the pull only makes the burn in her shoulders worse, muscle fighting bone fighting whatever invisible hand has wrapped itself around her ribs and decided this is the direction she's going whether she agrees or not.Several hundred feet away, Numenessa is losing the same fight. Ivy can see it in the way her white hair whips wild and directionless, no longer moving with the grace it held an hour ago.Despite the panic, there's hatred and fear on Numenessa's face.That single realization does more to hollow out Ivy's chest than the fall itself. If Numenessa is afraid, whatever waits below deserves to be.Beacon Hill stretches out beneath th
Too much power arrives inside a frame never built to hold it, his bones cracks audibly beneath his skin as his spine arches backward at an angle no spine should survive.The office windows detonate outward in a shower of glass that catches the storm light and scatters it like falling stars across the compound below. His scream, when it finally tears loose from his throat, sounds almost like a wolf's, but deeper, older.His clothes shreds apart as muscle swells beneath it, veins rising dark and glowing along his forearms, his neck, the side of his skull. His eyes burn gold for one suspended second before bleeding into a molten crimson that doesn't belong to any wolf that has ever walked Beacon Hill. His claws punch through the marble floor as the entire building shudders around him, dust raining from the ceiling in sheets now instead of threads.Outside, soldiers stop fighting mid swing, weapons lowering without a single order given, every face turning toward the office at once as thou
The office is too quiet for a building under siege.Three floors below, the windows still rattle with every explosion that rocks the compound, dust sifting from the ceiling in fine gray threads that catch the low light and never quite reach the floor before the next impact scatters them again. Sirens wail somewhere past the outer wall, distant enough to sound almost peaceful, and through the floor to ceiling glass behind the desk, the storm above Beacon Hill keeps splitting itself open in flashes of blue and crimson where Ivy and Numenessa are trying to kill one another in the clouds.Garren stands with his hands folded behind his back and watches all of it. He's been waiting for the ones who will make his night, more...interesting.The desk behind him remains perfectly arranged, papers squared at the corners, pen capped and centered. The whiskey on the side table hasn't so much as trembled in its glass despite the building shuddering around it. He isn't shouting orders. He isn't reac
"What are you thinking about?"Ivy jumps, startled. Jackson has quietly appeared behind her. She had been lost in thought, staring at the bonfire, mesmerized by the flames as they danced and crackled. Three camp chairs are arranged around the fire pit. She's sitting on one."I miss Kai." The confes
"Could you say that again?"Jackson spins to face the Lota kneeling before him. The young wolf is panting as if he sprinted across the entire compound to deliver this message."Lady Frida is here, Beta. She's at the gates and requesting entry."Jackson feels a whirlwind of emotions, shock, confusio
The basket slips from Numenessa's hands, spilling herbs across the ground. She stands still, not out of fear. Her eyes catch her reflection.The river that flows through her garden is clear tonight, with moonlight transforming its surface into liquid silver. And there, looking back at her, is a fac
"You don't trust yourself in her care. You think you'll lose control during her training when she gets sweaty," his lips graze Jackson's throat as he speaks softly, "when those curves press against her clothes." His voice drops to an intimate whisper. "You’ll be distracted watching her move. Watchi







