Chapter 214
The forest closed around us as we moved deeper, swallowing sound and distance until the echoes of pursuit thinned into nothing more than wind combing through leaves and the soft, careful press of our own footsteps against damp earth. The adrenaline that had driven us forward still buzzed in my veins, but the night had shifted. Not safe. Just quieter. The kind of quiet that watches back.
Ben did not slow until we reached a shallow ravine choked with ferns, fallen branches, and the skeletal remains of an old runoff path. He crouched first, scanning the tree line with methodical precision, head tilting slightly as he listened. Only when he was satisfied did he motion me down beside him. We stayed low, bodies angled inward, breaths shallow, letting the forest settle again around us.
Seconds stretched into minutes.
My heart gradually slowed from a sprint to a steady, heavy thud. My wolf remained coiled tight inside me, not pacing, not panicking. Waiting.
Only when several long minutes passed without sound did Ben finally speak.
“They didn’t scatter like rogues,” he said quietly. His voice barely disturbed the air between us. “No chaos. No arguing. No hesitation.”
I wiped sweat from my brow with the back of my sleeve, leaving a smear of dirt across my skin. My lungs still burned faintly, but my balance had returned. My wolf had settled into a taut, watchful coil, every sense stretched outward. “You noticed it too.”
“They moved like a unit,” Ben continued. His gaze never stopped tracking the forest. “Spacing. Angles. Hand signals, even in the dark. That wasn’t improvised.”
A cold realization slid into place, sharp and immediate.
“Pack warriors,” I said.
Ben nodded grimly. “Not just any pack.” He hesitated, jaw tightening, throat working
as if forcing the words past something lodged there. “Mine.”
The words hit harder than the car ever had.
I turned fully toward him, studying his face in the low light. “You’re sure.”
“Yes.” His voice stayed steady, but his scent did not. Anger flared beneath it. Betrayal. Something sharp and old, dug deep enough that it had never fully healed. “I trained with them. Bled with them. I know their tells. The way they pace before moving in. The way they split to funnel prey instead of rushing.”
My wolf snarled softly in my chest, hackles rising at the implication.
“Silvermen,” I said.
Ben did not answer right away. He reached down, brushing his fingers through the dirt as if grounding himself, letting soil and stone anchor him. “Alpha Silvermen wouldn’t dirty his hands himself,” he said finally. “He’d never risk being seen directly. This?” He exhaled slowly. “This is exactly how he’d do it. Order it internally. Then blame it on rogues.”
The lie clicked together with sickening clarity.
I closed my eyes briefly, then opened them again, the world sharper for it. “That means the executions he authorized last month…”
“Were his own people,” Ben finished. “Anyone who questioned him. Anyone who knew too much. Anyone who hesitated.”
My stomach twisted hard enough
that I had to steady myself with one
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Silence stretched between us, heavy with the weight of it. Not empty. Loaded. The
kind of silence that changes how you understand everything that came before.
I reached inward, touching the
thread of my bond, feeling for Morgan. It answered immediately taut and alert, as if she had already sensed the disturbance ripple, through the night I sent what i could, fragmented images and impressions rather than words. Headlights slamming into us.
Wolves in pursuit. The disciplined,
layered scent of trained pack
warriors. Silvermen’s shadow behind
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Morgan’s presence flared sharp and furious in response, her anger cold and
focused rather than explosive.
Where are you?
Forest south of the old service road. Ambush. Not rogues.
A beat of silence followed. Then cold resolve flooded back through the link, solid
and immovable.
Lockdown. Now.
I felt the Night Walker Pack stir as
her command rippled outward, barriers going up, sentries shifting, wolves moving with practiced efficiency. Even at a distance, the structure of it steadied me.
Good, I sent. Silvermen used Ben’s pack.
That earned a flash of pure rage from her side of the bond, controlled but unmistakable.
Get proof if you can. Do not engage. Survive.
The connection faded as cleanly as it had come.