While three grown men laughed and pinned him down, my eight-year-old son was nearly b:eat:en to d:ea:th in his grandfather’s driveway. Rushing to the emergency room, all I heard the doctors whispering were terrifying words like brain swelling and concussion…

been assaulted over a lack of discipline. He had been tortured for a vault he didn’t even know existed.

Will they stop here? I thought, looking at Isabelle’s terrified eyes. Or is this just the opening salvo?

Chapter 2: The Ghosts of the Archive

The real Maddox wolves have caught the scent.

The words radiated from the screen, searing themselves into my continue reading …