Emily's POV
Italy had been a dream.
A whirlwind of luxury, passion, and stolen moments where reality had felt like nothing more than a distant problem waiting for my return.
But reality had caught up.
Alpha Elijah had summoned his sons back to NYC. No negotiations. No delays.
And I knew what that meant.
It was time.
Time to close the chapter on Radnor.
For Julian. For Monica.
For my Mate who never got justice.
For the girl who had been born into shackles she never asked for.
And so, on upon our arrival back to New York, while the city slept—
We went hunting.
The room smelled of blood and wolfsbane.
Not fresh blood—old, rotting, metallic. The kind that seeped into the walls, clung to the air, and made it impossible to ignore that death lived here.
Radnor was tied to a chair,
