Aurelia POV:

I needed one last thing before I vanished. Medical records.

If I was going to survive as a Rogue, I needed to know exactly what was happening inside my body. The pack hospital was out of the question, but there was a private clinic on the edge of the territory that handled "discreet" cases.

The doctor, a nervous human who knew too much about our world, ran the ultrasound.

He went pale.

"Mrs. Dickerson... this energy reading..." He pointed to the monitor. "The fetus is drawing an immense amount of calcium and magic from your marrow. His wolf spirit is already awake."

"Is he healthy?" I asked.

"He is too healthy," the doctor whispered. "He is powerful. If you try to carry him to term without Alpha-level supplements, he might kill you. He will consume your life force to build his own."

I looked at the screen. The tiny heartbeat was a drum of war.

"I'll survive," I said, pulling my shirt down. "We both will."

I paid him in cash and walked out the back exit. The alleyway was dark, smelling of wet garbage and ozone.

I made it three steps before a black SUV screeched to a halt, blocking the exit.

Two Warriors jumped out. They were huge, wearing the tactical gear of the Moonstone security forces.

And then Jacob stepped out.

He wasn't wearing a suit today. He was in jeans and a black t-shirt that strained against his chest. His eyes were glowing a dull, angry crimson.

"Did you really think you could hide?" Jacob's voice was low, vibrating with the growl of his wolf. "Crushing your crystal? That was childish, Aurelia."

"Get out of my way, Jacob."

"You are stealing pack property," he said, nodding at my stomach. "Get in the car."

"He is not property!" I shouted. My voice echoed off the brick walls. People on the main street slowed down, looking into the alley.

Wolves are secretive. We don't like public scenes. Jacob stiffened, glancing at the humans passing by.

"Lower your voice," he hissed. "You are embarrassing me."

"Is that what matters?" I stepped closer, letting my anger fuel me. "Your reputation? You want to take my son and give him to a woman who can't even shift! A woman who is empty!"

"She is your future Luna!" Jacob roared. He lost control for a second. The air pressure dropped. The humans on the street hurried away, sensing the danger instinctively.

He lunged for me.

He was fast. Alpha fast. There was no way I could dodge him. His hand reached for my arm, his fingers like iron claws.

*Don't touch him!*

The scream didn't come from my mouth. It came from my blood.

*I didn't have the strength to fight an Alpha, but I had desperation. As his hand closed around my wrist, I let my knees buckle, dropping my weight. He stumbled, surprised by the lack of resistance.*

*I slammed my elbow back into his solar plexus. It was a weak hit, but it bought me a millisecond. Then, I let it out. Not a physical blow, but a psychic shriek-a raw, unfiltered blast of maternal panic.*

*It wasn't a Queen's command. It was a flashbang grenade to the senses.*

Jacob flinched, his grip loosening just enough. His wolf whined, confused by the sheer volume of the emotion.

I didn't wait to explain.

I turned and sprinted. I scrambled up a fire escape, *my movements fueled by adrenaline rather than grace*. I vaulted over a fence and dropped into the subway entrance just as the train doors were closing.

I squeezed through the gap.

As the train pulled away, I saw Jacob standing at the top of the stairs, staring down into the darkness. He looked confused. *He rubbed his chest where the psychic blast had hit him, looking less afraid and more annoyed.*

I sat on the plastic seat, my chest heaving. I pulled out the burner phone I had bought at a bodega.

I dialed the number for the bank.

"Access denied," the automated voice said. "Account frozen by order of the primary holder."

I tried my credit cards. Declined.

I checked the news feed on the phone.

*MISSING PERSON: Aurelia Flynn. Mentally unstable. Pregnant. Dangerous. If seen, contact Moonstone Security immediately.*

He had branded me a fugitive.

I dropped the phone onto the subway floor and crushed it under my boot.

Fine. If he wanted me to be a ghost, I would be a ghost.

Aurelia POV:

I found a room in a crumbling tenement in the Rogue district. It was a place where the law didn't reach, a place for wolves who had been exiled or forgotten.

The room smelled of mold and despair, but it had a heavy steel door.

I spent three days there, eating canned beans and planning. I needed a new identity. I needed a way to get out of the city.

On the fourth night, a knock came at the door.

I froze. I hadn't told anyone where I was. I hadn't used magic. I hadn't shifted.

"Aurelia," a soft voice called. *"Open up. You really shouldn't have used your old library card to check into the internet café downstairs. Rookie mistake."*

It was Kaleigh.

*I cursed myself. I had been so careful with the money, but I had needed a map.*

I opened the door, leaving the security chain on. She stood in the dim hallway, wearing a trench coat. *Two massive enforcers stood behind her, their arms crossed. She hadn't come alone. She wasn't stupid.*

"How did you find me?" I asked, though I already knew.

She smiled, tapping her nose. *"Money, darling. Private investigators are cheap. And you leave a trail."*

"What do you want?"

"I want to make a deal," she said. "Jacob is going crazy. He's tearing the city apart. But... we both know he doesn't want *you*."

She held up *a sleek, black briefcase.* "This is a settlement. Five million dollars. Cash."

"And what happens to me?"

"You give birth," Kaleigh said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And then you leave. You start over in Europe. You'll be young, rich, and free."

"And you get my son."

"He needs a mother who can give him power," Kaleigh said. "My body... it's frail. I can't carry an Alpha. But I can raise one."

Her mask slipped then. I saw the greed in her eyes. It wasn't maternal love. It was hunger. She wanted my son as a trophy. A shield to protect her position as Luna.

"You're going to kill me," I said. It was a realization, sharp and cold. "Once he's born, you won't let me leave. You can't have the real mother walking around."

Kaleigh sighed. *"It would be cleaner. A tragic complication during childbirth. Jacob would mourn for a week, and then he would move on. But take the money, Aurelia. Don't make the boys break down this door."*

*She gestured to the enforcers. One of them stepped forward, reaching for the chain.*

*I needed a distraction. I looked at the old gas stove in the corner. The pilot light had been flickering all day.*

*"Wait," I said. "I'll sign."*

*"Smart girl," Kaleigh smirked.*

*I backed away, reaching into my bag. I didn't pull out a pen. I pulled out a lighter.*

*I kicked the valve on the gas line. The hiss was immediate.*

*"What are you doing?" Kaleigh shrieked, backing up.*

*"If you come in here," I said, holding the lighter up, "we all burn. The gas concentration in this small room... it'll blow the façade off the building."*

*The enforcers hesitated. Fire was the one thing wolves universally feared. It dulled the senses, burned the fur, and killed the regeneration factor.*

*"She's bluffing!" Kaleigh yelled.*

*"Am I?" I flicked the lighter. The flame danced.*

*"Let's go," one of the enforcers grunted, grabbing Kaleigh's arm. "This place is a tinderbox, Miss. We can't grab her if we're on fire."*

*Kaleigh glared at me, her face twisted in hate. "You're insane."*

*"I am a mother," I corrected.*

*They retreated down the hall. I slammed the door and locked it.* My hands were shaking. *That bought me maybe ten minutes before they found a way to cut the gas or shoot through the window.*

I looked around the room. *I couldn't run. They had the building surrounded.*

Kaleigh was right about one thing. Aurelia Flynn had to die.

If I was dead, they would stop hunting. If I was dead, my son would be safe.

I went to the stove *and fully severed the line.* The hiss of gas filled the small room.

I reached into my bag and pulled out a small vial I had bought from a Rogue chemist. It was a mixture of Wolfsbane and pufferfish toxin. It would stop my heart for ten minutes. Long enough to look like a corpse.

I checked the fire escape window. It was open. *I needed to time this perfectly.*

I took a deep breath.

"Goodbye, Jacob," I whispered.

I struck a match and dropped it on the curtains.

As the flames roared to life, licking up the walls, I drank the poison and lay down on the floor, waiting for the darkness to take me.