Eve
The manor loomed before me, its modern but vintage walls breathing with the kind of silence that devoured sound. Dread saturated every cell in my body, coiling tight as I adjusted Elliot on my hip. His weight was familiar, always a comfort, but it did little to steady the storm that beat inside my chest.
Montegue led us forward with that careful, deliberate stride of his, like he was not the same man I had watched crumple. Like his wife was not being dosed to keep her under control. As if his daughter had not escaped and brought so much misfortune.
I could see the wariness flicker in his eyes once in a while when he thought I wasn’t watching. The way his brow would crease from the stress that should have weighed him into an early grave. Yet, here he was, with a cane I had insisted he take with him as we investigated the odd report from the surveillance team.
The hall stretched long and suffocating, its shadows heavy with unseen eyes. I could feel the guards at my back—Obsidian Gammas that were always on my tail—their steps sharp and synchronized. Every move promised they would strike at the first sign of danger, and yet... my skin prickled with the sense that danger was already everywhere.
The air shifted as we neared Felicia’s rooms.
And then I saw them.
New cameras.
They glared down from every corner, red lights blinking like watchful eyes, all angled toward the entrance as though daring me to step through. The weight of their lenses tracked me, a reminder that every second, every breath, was being recorded. The hallway itself bristled with guards—Obsidian Tower and Montegue’s alike—layered like teeth around a wound that had never healed. Their hands hovered close, braced to shift the moment there was a disturbance.
Montegue paused at the door.
"This is where the trail began to blur," he said softly, his voice echoing off his home that now felt haunted. His gaze swept over me, then dipped to Elliot. "Strange energies ripple from this room. They warped the surveillance, fried half the feeds I placed. But when my team investigated, there was no change."
His hand brushed the doorframe with unsettling familiarity, and his smile sharpened. "Inside, we may find the truth."
I tightened my grip on Elliot instinctively. He curled against me, his small fingers digging into the fabric of my sleeve, but his green eyes never wavered from Montegue’s.
Behind me, I felt the subtle shift of my guards—ready, taut, like bowstrings pulled to breaking.
I lifted my chin, swallowing the dread, and let my voice slice through the heavy silence.
"Then open it."
They obeyed.
I stepped in, trepidation in every step, but I didn’t let it stop me as my eyes grazed every surface for the probable source of what the team had recorded.
My gaze swept the room, the glamour still holding—untouched, pristine. The false perfection gnawed at me, making the frustration over my powerlessness on every other front burn hotter. I was strong, barely registered pain, my healing speed could be called record breaking but was still blind to the methods of my father’s ploys.
"Mommy?"
I stopped, his small voice rippling sharper through me than any whisper of danger ever could.
Elliot tilted his head up from my shoulder, green eyes wide but unwavering. His voice came softer this time, steady in a way that felt older than he was. "Knox is telling me something."
My breath caught. The name of his wolf was still so new, so fragile on his tongue, like a secret the world wasn’t ready to hear.
"Can I shift?"
Every muscle in me seized. My instinct screamed no. Not here. Not now. His body was still young, his wolf still finding its bones. The thought of him bearing pain or weakening himself made my heart lurch. I opened my mouth to refuse—
But then I felt Montegue’s gaze.
I turned. His expression wasn’t one of fear or dismissal. Instead, his eyes glinted with something I couldn’t place—curiosity sharpened with calculation. His lips curved into a small, approving smile.
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