LOGINEDALThree weeks.Twenty-one days of staring at the concrete ceiling, waiting for the bleeding to stop. Waiting for the ghost of the pain to leave my stomach.The blood was gone. The fever was gone. And whatever softness I had left inside me was completely buried under the mountain floor.The lower training bay was freezing cold. The air smelled like rust, sweat, and old concrete. I stood in front of the heavy leather punching bag, my hands wrapped tight in black canvas strips. No gloves. I wanted to feel the impact. I needed to feel something that wasn't the empty, hollow ache in my gut.*THUD.*I threw a heavy left hook. The leather groaned under the hit.A right cross. My shoulder burned. My breath came out in short, sharp puffs of white vapor in the cold air. I didn't stop. I kept moving my feet, striking the bag over and over until the canvas started to scrape the skin off my knuckles."Your left guard is dropping," a flat voice said from the iron stairs.I didn't turn around. I
THIRD POVThe air in the medical bay smelled like rubbing alcohol and old blood. Tarek stood by the metal sink. He scrubbed his hands under the running water, over and over, trying to get the red stains out from under his fingernails.The heavy iron door groaned open. Korr walked in first. His right hand was completely wrapped up in thick white tape and wooden splints, his broken fingers held stiff against his palm. Rylan followed right behind him. His eyes were totally bloodshot, his face pale and unwashed, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles were jumping. Ezra came in last. He didn't look at anyone. He just slid against the concrete wall and dropped to the floor, pulling his knees up to his chest."How is she?" Korr asked. His voice was rough, completely stripped of his usual military authority. "She still won't eat. She just stares at the wall, Tarek. She won't let me get near the bed."Tarek stopped scrubbing. He didn't turn around right away. He just looked down at the gray soa
EDALThe room stayed cold. The bloody sheets were gone, replaced by clean, coarse wool blankets that smelled faintly of lye and the damp lower laundry tiers, but the scent of the slaughter never truly left the walls.I didn't move. I lay on my side, my knees tucked up toward my chest, staring at a single crack in the mortar of the stone wall. The yellow light under the door shifted from bright to dark, signaling the passing of days I wasn’t counting."Edal."Korr’s voice was a low, heavy rasp from the doorway. He walked into the room slow, his heavy combat boots making a dull, scraping sound on the concrete floor. He was wearing a fresh gray uniform shirt, but his right hand was completely bound in thick white medical tape, the splints holding his broken fingers rigid against his palm.He stopped by the edge of the cot. On the small wooden table, the metal tray sat exactly where it had been since yesterday morning—the ration bowl of gray nutrient broth covered in a thin, cold skin."Y
EDALThe heavy, metallic scent of fresh blood completely swamped the small perimeter of the residential cabin, drowning out the familiar smells of old gun oil and damp stone. I was flat on my back on the mattress, my legs tangled in sheets that were turning a dark, terrible crimson.My fingers locked into the front of Rylan’s thick tactical jacket. I pulled him down until his face was inches from mine."Make it stop," I choked out, a raw, wet sob tearing through my chest. "Rylan, please... it's tearing me apart... make it stop!""I've got you, sweetheart. I've got you," Rylan muttered. His voice wasn't smooth or mocking anymore. It was completely broken, scraping like gravel in his throat. His massive Alpha arms wrapped tightly around my torso, pulling my upper body off the bloody mattress and crushing me against his bare chest. He was shaking so violently his teeth were clicking together. "Don't look down, Edal. Just look at me. Look at my eyes. Focus on my voice, okay?""It hurts!"
EDALThe atmosphere upstairs in the main residential sectors had completely shifted over the last two months. For the first time since Marcus’s mountain vault had become our cage, the heavy, stale air of the fortress felt lighter. The Nullifiers down in the lower bays were holding the western ridge with absolute iron discipline, Vance’s men keeping Vex’s forward scouts totally pushed back into the ash plains. And inside our own private wing, the dark, bloody tension between the Alphas had quieted down into a strange, watchful truce.Everyone could see the change now. My belly was rounding out, pushing tight against the fabric of my gray tactical shirts.To the soldiers and the circle, that growing shape was the first real piece of hope they had touched since the old world burned down to the ground. A new life. A child born inside the stone walls where the nuclear winter couldn’t reach.But under my heavy blankets in the dark, the happiness didn't reach my gut.I sat on the edge of the
EZRA The red lights were spinning fast against the white lab walls, painting the green jars of fluid in a dark, bloody color. The alarms were completely screaming, a loud, heavy horn that made my hybrid ears ring with pure agony.Thorne was still standing by the silver desk, his clean face twisting with sudden, sharp anger as the distant sound of explosions shook the concrete floor under our feet."What is that?" Thorne barked, turning his head toward the heavy white doors. "The outer gate perimeter is totally locked. Who is breaching the facility?"The iron door at the end of the long glass corridor suddenly bent inward with a massive, deafening *CRASH*.The metal panel tore completely off its bolts, flying through the air and smashing into one of the green tanks. Green fluid and broken glass exploded across the floor, the malformed clone body sliding out into the mess. Through the smoke, Tyson stepped straight into the lab. The massive Nullifier was holding his heavy breaching shie
EDALThe lie was a thin, fragile thread holding the entire camp from spinning into a bloody revolt.I stood in the corner of the Commander's office, my back pressed against the cold stone wall, watching Korr pull a fresh uniform shirt over his shoulders. His movements were slow, stiff with a grief
EDALAs Damon leaned his massive weight into me, his thumb digging bruisingly into my chin, my hand flew down to my hip. My knives were gone, but the heavy metal medical shears I'd slipped into my waistband before the gallows were still there. I ripped them out and drove the blunt, heavy handle str
EDALThe noise of the sick bay cut off the deeper I went into the back supply halls. My face was still burning from the fight with Rylan. My chest felt tight, my brain spinning over everything he sent me away to save my life.I couldn't just sit there and process it. I needed to move. I needed my w
KORRThe office door didn't even finish closing before Ezra slammed me into the wall.His body was pressed flat against mine, pinning me down "You almost let her die, A second later, Korr. That’s all it would have taken. If that truck hadn't crashed the gates, she’d be dead on a rope right now.""







