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The moment my cheek slammed into the floor, I came back to life. Cold marble pressed against my skin. Two men in Federal Wolf Guard uniforms had my arms pinned behind me. A ripping pain shot through my left shoulder. Instinctively, I tried to shift and break free, but then the back of my neck went icy cold. Silver suppressant flooded my bloodstream. It felt as if red-hot iron spikes were being driven through my bones. I cried out, and past the guards’ boots, my gaze locked on the dark pane of glass opposite me. The sound of rain from just before my death still echoed in my ears. Elias had sat beside my hospital bed and asked coldly, now that I had everything I wanted, what could I possibly have left to regret. And now, at this very moment, he was standing behind that one-way glass. I remembered this so-called joke. Half an hour earlier, my sister, Viola, had handed me an access card and told me Elias was waiting for me in his office. The message had indeed come from his private account, signed with a name only the two of us knew. I never doubted it for a second. The moment I swiped in, the tablet on his desk began playing footage of my movements over the past few months: the “chance” encounter I’d engineered outside the memorial hall, the lamp I’d handed him at the winter charity gala, the private schedule I’d bought from a staff member. Then my brother Mason’s laughter came over the speaker. “If you want to be the chief’s mate that badly, why not just admit it in front of everyone?” I turned to leave, but the door had locked behind me. Then the silent alarm went off, and armed guards slammed me to the ground as if I were a dangerous intruder in a restricted area. In my last life, I didn’t learn until I was taken to the medical center that Elias, Viola, Mason, and three young councilors fresh from a reception had been watching from the next room. They’d thought the guards would simply detain me, and they’d get to watch an embarrassing interrogation. But the alert read: *Suspected theft of the successor’s security file.* When I struggled, the guards responded at the highest threat level and injected me with a silver drug that slowed a werewolf’s healing. In my last life, Elias stopped it all at the ninety-fourth second. This time was no different. At last, the office door opened. “That’s enough.” A young Elias walked over to me, his face a little pale. Viola followed, her phone still raised, camera pointed at me. Mason went straight to the alarm terminal on the desk and yanked out the cord, as if unplugging it could erase what had just happened. Elias crouched down and said softly to the guards, “She has an access card. She’s one of us.” The guards released me. My left arm hung limp at my side. A dark bruise was already forming around my neck where the silver had burned me. Elias glanced at it and reached out as if to help me up. I flinched away. A faint crease formed between his brows. “Nora, no one thought you’d try to force a shift. We only—” “Wanted to scare me.” I finished the sentence for him. The room went dead silent. In my last life, I had cried and begged them not to tell his mother. I never pursued who had written those words into the alert, either. Even after the secretly recorded video spread through the council group, I took it upon myself to explain it away as a joke gone too far, insisting Elias hadn’t known. I thought if I acted with enough grace, sooner or later he would see my worth. Later, he did marry me. And he spent the rest of our life together proving just how foolish I had been. I slipped my right hand into my pocket and pressed the emergency backup button on my phone. “Call an ambulance.” I looked at Viola, who still had her phone raised. “And don’t delete anything. Every second you filmed is evidence.” Mason’s face fell. He stepped forward. “We’re family. Stop being dramatic.” “The moment you hit that alarm, we stopped being family.” The ambulance took m......

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