Sleep eluded me that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Talia's cruel smile as she destroyed my mother's memorial, heard her venomous words about Elena knowing too much. The wolfsbane had finally cleared my system, but the emotional poison lingered, spreading through my thoughts like infection.
I found myself pacing the halls of the pack house, my bare feet silent on the cool stone floors. Jaylen slept peacefully in his room, his small hand clutching the stuffed wolf that had belonged to my mother. At least he was safe for now.
As I passed Quentin's office, I heard voices drifting through the partially open window. My wolf stirred uneasily, recognizing the dangerous undertone in the conversation. I pressed myself against the wall, straining to listen.
"She's already broken," Talia's voice carried clearly through the night air. "Did you see how easily she crumpled today? But it's not enough, Quentin. Not nearly enough."
"What more do you want?" Quentin's voice held exhaustion, as if this conversation had been repeated many times.
"I want her to understand what real loss feels like." Talia's laugh sent ice through my veins. "The boy is the key. That precious little wolf of hers—he's her weakness."
My hands clenched into fists, every maternal instinct screaming danger.
"Jaylen is innocent in this," Quentin said, but his protest sounded weak.
"Innocent?" Talia's voice turned sharp. "He's the living symbol of your betrayal, the proof that you chose her over me for six years. But don't worry—I won't hurt him. I'll simply... educate him."
I pressed closer to the window, my heart hammering.
"The pack hunts start next week," Talia continued, her tone becoming conversational, almost pleasant. "I think it's time Jaylen learned what real wolves do. The rogue tracking, the kills—all of it. A six-year-old should understand the violence that keeps our world in order."
"He's too young—"
"And then there are the treatments." Talia's voice overrode Quentin's objection. "Small doses of wolfsbane, carefully administered. Nothing that would kill him, of course, but enough to keep his wolf weak, dependent. Imagine Carmen watching her precious boy struggle to shift, knowing his wolf will never be strong enough to protect him."
The blood drained from my face. Wolfsbane treatments on a developing wolf could cause permanent damage, could cripple Jaylen's connection to his inner wolf forever.
"By the time I'm done," Talia whispered, "Carmen will beg you to reject her. She'll leave this pack willingly, broken and defeated, and you'll finally claim me as your true Luna."
Silence stretched between them, and I held my breath, praying Quentin would refuse, would protect his son.
"Do what you must," he said finally, and my world shattered all over again.
I stumbled away from the window, bile rising in my throat. My own mate—false though the bond was—had just given another woman permission to torture our child.
The next morning arrived too quickly. I'd spent the remaining hours before dawn planning, trying to figure out how to protect Jaylen without alerting Talia to what I'd overheard. But she moved faster than I'd anticipated.
"Jaylen!" Talia's voice rang across the breakfast hall, bright and cheerful. "Come here, little wolf. I have something exciting for you."
My son looked up from his cereal, his dark eyes curious. "What is it, Miss Talia?"
"Today you get to join the adult hunt. Isn't that wonderful?" She ruffled his hair with false affection. "You'll learn how real wolves track and eliminate threats to the pack."
Jaylen's face lit up with innocent excitement, and my stomach dropped. "Really? I get to hunt with Papa and the warriors?"
"Absolutely not." I stood so quickly my chair scraped against the floor. "He's six years old, Talia. Far too young for—"
"For what? Learning his heritage?" Talia's eyes glittered with malicious satisfaction. "Quentin, surely you want your son to understand pack duties?"
Quentin looked up from his coffee, and I saw the moment he made his choice. "It's time Jaylen learned what it means to be a wolf in this pack."
The betrayal hit me like a physical blow. "Quentin, please—"
"The decision is made, Carmen." His Alpha tone cut through my protest like a blade.
I watched helplessly as Talia led my excited son away, his small hand dwarfed by hers. He looked back at me with a bright smile, completely unaware he was walking into a nightmare.
Hours later, when the hunting party returned, Jaylen was a different child. He stumbled through the door on unsteady legs, his face pale and his eyes wide with trauma. The stuffed wolf was clutched so tightly against his chest that his knuckles were white.
"Jaylen?" I knelt beside him, reaching out to touch his face. "Baby, what happened?"
He flinched away from my touch and shook his head frantically, pressing his face into the stuffed animal's fur. When I tried to speak to him again, he simply turned and ran to his room, leaving me alone with the terrible knowledge that Talia's campaign against my son had begun.
