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The silence that followed the explosion of emotions in the room felt heavier than iron chains. Lola sat stiff on the edge of her bed, her hands curled into the sheets so tightly that her knuckles gleamed white under the dim light of the bedside lamp. Every beat of her heart echoed in her ears like a drum, refusing to let her forget what had just been said what had just been confessed.Tyler stood by the window, back turned, his figure outlined against the pale glow of the moonlight seeping through the half open blinds. His breathing was uneven, rough, and restless, like a caged beast pacing, waiting for release. He hadn’t meant for it all to come out tonight. He had planned to hold it in, to swallow the truth like bitter poison until the right time. But Lola had pushed, her sharp eyes and sharper words stripping away his defenses until the truth spilled free.“You don’t get to just drop something like that and then turn your back,” Lola said finally, her voice trembling, but not weak.

The air outside the Alpha’s chambers was already heavy with smoke and the acrid tang of burning magic. Amara didn’t wait. Killian’s order to stay behind echoed in her mind, but her body moved of its own accord. Something deep inside her screamed that this moment wasn’t one she could hide from not anymore.She shoved the door open and slipped into the corridor. The once still halls of the stronghold were alive with chaos: warriors racing, steel flashing, the floor trembling under the impact of something massive slamming against the outer defenses.“Get her back inside!” one guard shouted, spotting Amara. But when he tried to move toward her, a deafening boom shook the corridor. The walls rippled, cracks spidering across the stone. Dust rained down, and the guard stumbled back, giving her just enough space to dart past.Her heart thundered as she ran. Every step brought her closer to the center of the chaos, and every step drew the Moonfire closer to the surface. It pulsed under her ski

The night weighed heavy on the packhouse, pressing in like an unseen storm.Amara sat upright on the healer’s cot, though exhaustion pulled at every part of her. She couldn’t sleep not with the whispers still echoing in her ears, not with Killian’s words replaying over and over. Moonfire.The word burned into her mind, demanding answers.Maelis had left her with a bundle of herbs to drink, but Amara hadn’t touched it. Instead, she clutched the thin blanket around her shoulders, staring at the doorway where Killian had disappeared hours ago.Why does he care so much? she wondered bitterly. If I’m such a danger, why not cast me out now?She couldn’t forget the way his hands trembled when he carried her, the way his eyes softened before he buried it beneath his Alpha mask. He wanted her gone she knew that but something kept holding him back.The floorboards creaked.“Can’t sleep either?”Amara startled. Standing in the doorway was Lucien, Killian’s Beta. His tall frame filled the entranc

The forest exploded with chaos.The rogues lunged from every direction, their snarls echoing through the night as their claws ripped through branches and dirt. Killian shifted in one fluid motion, his massive black wolf form towering above the attackers, his fangs bared and glowing under the pale light.Amara’s heart pounded as the bond tugged violently at her chest, almost as if it were reminding her: his fight is your fight.“Stay back!” Killian’s voice thundered in her head, a commanding snarl layered with Alpha authority. But Amara’s feet refused to obey. She could feel the danger in the air it wasn’t just a random pack of rogues. They were organized, coordinated, and something about their movements screamed of a larger plan.Killian struck first. He leapt into the fray, claws ripping through the first wolf’s throat in a spray of crimson. His roar split the night, primal and furious.But more rogues came.Amara stumbled back as one broke away from the circle, charging toward her w

The weeks of recovery had done little to ease the storm brewing in Chike’s chest. The bruises on his body had faded into faint traces, but the scars carved into his mind refused to heal. At night, he woke in cold sweats, haunted by visions of the betrayal he had uncovered and the cryptic warnings the system had whispered into his ear.Now, the Crimson Vault was no longer just a shadowy rumor. It was real, and it was moving.That evening, as the city’s neon glow bled into the darkened sky, Chike sat alone in his office. The stack of reports before him wasn’t about profits or mergers. They were dossiers names, movements, and coded symbols linked to the Red Ledger and their underground dealings. Every line he read tightened the noose of paranoia around his neck.“Your enemies multiply while your allies hesitate,” the system’s metallic voice echoed in his head. “But power comes to those who claim it first.”Chike clenched his fists. He knew hesitation would only get him crushed. But claim

The week had dragged into a slow blur, but tension in the air was sharp enough to cut through steel. The pack had returned to its usual rhythms of patrols, training, and whispered gossip, yet everyone knew something was brewing beneath the surface. The shadows of betrayal and ambition had not faded. If anything, they grew heavier, pressing down on every waking hour.Elena stood by the training grounds, her eyes following the younger wolves as they sparred under the guidance of the Beta. Sweat gleamed on their skin, muscles coiled and snapped with effort, and every growl echoed the silent hunger for power. It should have been a comforting sight proof of the pack’s strength but she couldn’t shake the sense of unease.“Your mind is elsewhere,” a deep voice rumbled behind her.She turned sharply. Adrian. His presence was like a storm dangerous, magnetic, impossible to ignore. He wore his authority effortlessly, even in the casual black shirt stretched tight over his chest. His piercing ga