The helicopter’s rotor blades beat against the night air, a relentless rhythm that matched the hammering of my heart. My stomach tightened with every jolt, every turn, not just from carrying the twins, but from the weight of what we’d just survived. The pit. The alphas. The blood. And above all, the revelation that my mother, my real mother, was alive, preserved in some nightmare of a program called Lunar Veil.
Damian sat beside me, his presence radiating a quiet, lethal control that I had long since learned to rely on. Every movement he made was precise, predatory, and protective. Even now, after the chaos, after the c*****e, he remained steady. My grip tightened around his arm, finding some fragile anchor in the maelstrom of uncertainty.
Chloe sat on my other side, her hands twisting n
