Chapter 62: Wolves in the Garden
Inside the Performers' Wardrobe
Beyond racks of sequined capes and towering shelves of forgotten stage props, three bodies lay unconscious across the cold tiled floor.
Zatariel.
Asha.
Jayson.
Unharmed.
Still breathing.
But their stillness felt wrong—like puppets abandoned mid-performance, strings cut but bodies left where they fell.
The only other presence in the room stood in the shadows.
A woman in a black mask.
Her arms were folded as she watched them, motionless. A faint mechanical hum vibrated from the device strapped around her wrist.
"He'll wake before dawn," she muttered through the mask, her voice warped and metallic.
"Long enough to bait him here."
Her gloved fingers brushed the relic hidden beneath her coat.
A shard of core energy. Pulsing faintly against her ribs.
The Alpha is coming.
Zaren Wov.
Just thinking the name made something primal tighten in her chest.
He wasn't just the Alpha of the Wolves.
He had once been a war general—
a tactician who ended battles before they began,
a man who bled enemies dry without ever raising his claws.
And he showed no mercy to enemies and traitors.
Her mother's command still echoed in her skull.
Kill the Dom heirs.
Leash the dog.
Break the Rift and let our allies through.
Her gaze drifted down to the two unconscious heirs beside Zatariel.
Asha.
Jayson.
Her grip tightened around the pistol.
As a descendant of the Wolves, their bloodline had sworn loyalty to the Dom family.
Killing them felt like tearing out her own spine.
But disobedience meant death.
Her mother wouldn't hesitate to feed her to the Zenips.
The pistol lifted slowly.
She aimed at Jayson's chest.
"Just pull the trigger."
Her finger tightened on the trigger—
Then— The air changed.
Not a breeze.
Not a sound.
Just a shift.
As if the world itself leaned slightly toward death.
A voice whispered behind her.
"Who sent you?"
Cold steel kissed the back of her neck.
A dagger so sharp it barely touched skin—but promised absolute silence if it moved even a millimeter.
Zaren Wov stood behind her.
Her body was locked in place.
The pistol was still pointed at Jayson.
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