The drive back to the Obsidian Ridge estate was a masterclass in psychological compartmentalization. Nora Sterling gripped the leather steering wheel of her SUV, inhaling the scent of the pine forest that bordered her territory, and allowed herself one final, genuine smile. The image of Darius stand

For a single, suspended heartbeat, the dining room was paralyzed in a tableau of horror.

Ivy thrashed on the Aubusson rug, her heels drumming a frantic, chaotic rhythm against the floorboards. The white foam spilling from her lips was now tinged with pink, and a pungent, unnatural scent flooded th

The estate was suffocating under a thick blanket of manufactured panic.

Down the hall, the frantic muffled shouts of Darius Vance echoed through the mahogany corridors. He had not left Ivy’s bedside for a single second since the pack doctor had stabilized her. For the past three hours, Nora Sterli