Connor POV - It was an early start for Connor and, despite getting no sleep, he was wide awake as he weaved through the morning bustle of the Grey Stone pack. He had work to do. Sleep could come later. He didn’t even bother to wait for Nala to get up so he could get her up to speed. She had her task to stay in the Luna Games, and he trusted her to find a way to hold on as long as possible, just as he was sure she would trust him to get his tasks done. His new task was related to what he found out the night before, from the information Alex had shared and the files he had collected. The documents that backed up Alex’s theory were the ones containing the changes to the pack wolves, death records, births and newcomers, and the hospital admissions records. Whenever there was an influx of newcomers, the pack hospital was put under stress for weeks. It was a pattern. One he intended to follow. The other files he had grabbed were the dusty ones on Inga’s desk. He knew she wouldn’t have

Connor POV - Despite her protests, Connor was the one who made them a warm cup of tea and finished tidying the table, while she settled on the couch in the front room. Inga had been adamantly against it at first but, once he threatened to carry her to the living room, she quickly backed down and hobbled off. He had no doubt she would’ve forced herself to do everything otherwise, and was certain she’d get it done, even if her stitches burst and he’d have to patch her up again. Though, maybe she wouldn’t let him a second time. The way she had stared at his touch, accepting but wary, made him think of a wild animal who was only used to being shunned. “Thank you for the files. I’ll put them to good use.” He told her, as he carried in their drinks and forced some biscuits into her hands. She had lost a lot of blood; it was a surprise she hadn’t passed out. Inga grunted a thank you but tucked in like a ravenous beast. He let her, taking a seat at the opposite end of the couch, rath

Nala POV - After seeing Lewis’ so-called cell, aka Inga’s house, Nala couldn’t help but think she not only drew the short straw, but her straw was so short it was little more than dust. Inga had cared for his wounds, given him free reign of her home and treated him more like a guest than a prisoner. Her cell, on the other hand, was just that. Three cement walls and one of thick steel bars keeping her within. Despite it being beneath the packhouse, none of the warmth or inviting decor made it down to the basement. It was cold and damp and dark, its only homey amenities, a toilet and a bed. If she wasn’t in so much pain, she might’ve cared, but instead she sat on the bed trying to ignore the throbbing heat of her wrists. The initial agony, of the silver melting her flesh, had passed, but that same heat was burying deep into her flesh, making her bones ache. She could no longer feel the places the silver touched her skin, but she daren’t look at it again. The charred, bloody mess o

Connor POV - Connor stood in the middle of the packhouse hall and listened to the unrest unfold, a smile on his face. There had been many who had doubted the truth the revolution had spread. It was to be expected. They were Grey stone wolves, loyal to their leaders, that didn't change with a few hasty words. However, with the proof the revolution had gathered, and Aaron's behaviour, the s

Nala POV - “You’re so going to lose the rematch.” Inga’s chuckle made her flinch, before the words truly registered in Nala’s mind. It was so at odds with the fear churning within her that her panic short-circuited for a moment, making her freeze. Her frenzied breath hitched, her brow furrowed, trying to comprehend the sudden change. Then the canines at her throat retracted, just enough to give her some breathing space, as the Beta dropped her voice to a whisper. “You need to go for the kill, Nala, or they could contest the win. Don’t worry. I can take it.” Inga met her gaze, her features softening, stripping away the harsh glares and terrifying grins she had played with throughout their match. She suddenly looked more like the ally they had been working with for the past few days, more like the friend she was beginning to trust. Nala realised the change was because the woman was hiding their shared words behind a sheet of hair. Her dipped head protected them from the view of th