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Shit.
They couldn’t fight, they couldn’t hunt, they couldn’t cook. If they so much as swatted a mosquito-would they die?
“I knew it,” Warner said, stepping forward. I glanced at him, but he was looking at Lia. “I saw the first guy you’re talking about. He died in the forest by slitting his throat against a tree branch.
I thought he looked familiar, but I wasn’t certain. Now I know who he was.”
I took a slow breath, trying to keep my voice calm. “Is it just two people?”
“No,” Lia said, eyes darting to the Hounds, to the others gathering behind us. “We only know about two, but what if more are already dead? What if someone just tried to kill a bug and dropped dead? Zane, we have to stop everything. You have to pull back every other mission. Every single one. We need to find the rest of them-now.”
She was barely standing, shaking so hard it hurt to watch. I grabbed her hands and held them tight.
“They’ll die if they even think about hurting something. What if someone accidentally picks up a knife the wrong way? What if someone is being attacked and they merely try to defend themselves? Or their children? No one would even understand what happened. And we don’t know how many are left, where they are, who they’re with-“
“I know,” I said quickly. “I know, Lia.”
I looked behind her. Ajax’s face was pale. Sheila had covered her mouth. Aaron looked sick.
This was bad.
Not only would a lot of people die, the attention that would gain from the media would be a deathblow for us. For everything supernatural. The more humans found out about us, about her, the worse it would get.
Lia would be the first one to be targetted.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to my chest. She came willingly, clinging to the back of my shirt like she couldn’t breathe without touching me.
“We’ll find them,” I said quietly, just for her. “We’ll stop every mission, call everyone back. I’ll send trackers, scouts, everyone. We’ll find the ones still out there, and we’ll warn them. No one else is dying. I promise you.”
She tightly grasped the fabric of my shirt.
“I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, her voice trembling. I could feel her tears wetting my shirt. It broke everything inside me to see her like this. This was my fault. It only happened because I’d failed to protect her that day. Failed to protect myself. “I was just trying to stop them, Zane. They’d killed you. I-I thought you were gone, I lost you forever. But I still tried-“
“You couldn’t have known, Lia,” I reassured. “You did the right thing. You protected us. We’ll fix this. Together.”
The pack whispered amongst themselves, but I didn’t quite catch what they were saying. All I could feel was her heartbeat against mine and the danger of what we were about to face.
We had to be quick. We had to be precise. And we had to think of a mass solution before everything went down the drain.
-WARNER’S POV-
Zane was still holding her. Kneeling on the floor with Lia in his arms like the world had ended and he was the only one left in it. Her blood stained his shirt, trailing from her nose, her ears, soaking into her hair. And still, she was whispering something about helping, about fixing it.
She couldn’t even stand on her own, and she was still trying to fix it.
I felt something twist hard in my chest.
I’d thought… I don’t know what I’d thought. That she was losing it? That the power had gotten to her head?
I’d seen her bark orders and glow like some ancient, divine thing and had genuinely believed she was turning into one of them-one of the monsters, the ones who forgot what it meant to care. I’d assumed she was changing. That she would no longer be the Lia we met.
But now she looked like she was about to die from the burden of it all.
Her lips were cracked and trembling. Her hand was twitching on Zane’s chest like she was trying to apologise with just her fingers.
She wasn’t some power-hungry lunatic. She was just a girl who’d been pushed too far.
I swallowed back whatever that feeling was. Guilt, mostly. Regret too.
I turned away from them and went back to my phone, rubbing my forehead and checking the last number I hadn’t tried yet. There were still people we hadn’t reached. Still lives hanging in the air, waiting for someone to say the right thing before they did something irreversible.
I couldn’t undo the way I’d judged her. But I could do this.
-ZANE’S POV-
I held her tighter.
Her blood was warm against my shirt, and I hated the way it kept coming. Nose. Ears. Even a little from the corner of her eye. Like the curse wasn’t just hurting others now-it was turning on her.
She kept whispering things about helping, about how she could still do something, how she had to. Her breath was shallow, her voice slurred. And I could feel her magic shaking under her skin like it was cracking open.
I felt like I was watching her fall apart and couldn’t catch all the pieces.
I was supposed to protect her.
That was the whole point of being Alpha. The whole point of my existence. But every time I tried, I just ended up watching her bleed. Watching her hurt. Watching her scream, or cry, or break.
What kind of goddess lets this happen to her own daughter?
And yeah-that thought hit me harder than it should’ve.
Because what if she wasn’t? What if Lia was not the Moon
Goddess’s daughter? What if this whole time, we’d been following a lie?
When I’d died, the Moon Goddess hadn’t come for me. No glowing presence, no silver light, no comforting hand. Just cold. Nothingness. Silence.
And now, people were dying-not from wolves or humans, but from a command Lia gave thinking she was saving us. She thought she was doing the right thing.
And it was killing her. Literally,
I clenched my jaw, fighting the panic crawling up my spine.
Think, Zane.
There has to be a way to fix this.
She gave a command.
Then we undo it.
But how?
How do you talk to that many people at once? Some of them weren’t even here anymore. Some of them might be hiding. Some might not even know who we were.
Then the idea slammed into me.
“Warner,” I said, suddenly breathless. He looked over. “Call Sapphire. Ask if there’s a way Lia can speak to everyone in town at once. Some sort of-I don’t know-magical channel. A broadcast, but in the mind. She’s sent you magical letters, left glowing marks on you, changed rooms right before our eyes. If there’s anyone who will know what to do, it’s her.”
He blinked, then nodded. “Like… a psychic override.”
“Exactly. Lia can’t go door to door. She’s not strong enough. But if she speaks in their minds-if she takes the command back herself-it might stop the curse from pulling her apart. It might save the rest of them too.”
Warner didn’t ask any more questions. He just grabbed his phone and dialled.
-LIA’S POV-
Sapphire showed up a few hours later, her heels clicking against the wooden floors like she’d never tripped in her life.
I hated how elegant she looked.
Even covered in dried ash and sweat, with her braid messy and sleeves rolled up, she still managed to look like she’d just walked off a movie set.
My nose hadn’t stopped bleeding since the last death. There was this weird pressure behind my eyes now too, like something was about to burst open if I breathed too hard.
She walked in, took one look at me, and muttered, “Well. You look like shit.”
“Thanks,” I rasped, grabbing a tissue to wipe at my face. “Always nice to see you too.”
Zane hovered behind me like a shadow, arms folded, jaw clenched.
I could feel the tension rolling off of him in waves, but he hadn’t said much in the last half hour. Probably because I’d snapped at him the last time he tried to get me to lie down.
Sapphire dropped her bag on the table, then opened one of her weird leather-bound books. “Alright. I’ve dealt with this sort0:00 of backlash before. Not exactly this messy but close enough
“Yeah, everyone did, except the boy himself,” Sapphire taunted.
Warner smiled.
Wow, that was cute. Warner smiling didn’t happen too often. At least not genuinely, like he was now.
Zane let out a slow breath and stepped away from me. He walked over to them, slow and careful, and stopped in front of Sapphire.
“If anything happens to her,” he said, voice low, “I won’t forgive you.”
Sapphire arched a brow. “Good thing I don’t need your forgiveness then.”