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Michele’s POVThe night air was sharp when I stepped outside. The temperature had dropped fast, the kind of cold that bit through clothes and made every sound travel farther. The gravel crunched under my boots as I crossed the yard, Enzo following two steps behind.“Where?” I asked.“East fence,” one of the guards said. “He was seen near the trees. Didn’t respond when we called out.”I didn’t slow down. My mind was already piecing things together. The same man from this morning. The one who avoided Erin’s eyes. I should have trusted my instinct earlier.The moonlight stretched across the wet grass, silver and pale. The lamps along the fence flickered faintly, and for a second, I saw movement — a shadow near the edge of the trees.“There,” Enzo said quietly.The guard stood half hidden behind a low wall, a radio clutched in his hand. His face was pale, his eyes darting toward us as if looking for an escape.“Don’t move,” I said.He froze. The radio slipped from his fingers and hit the

Erin’s POVThe morning sunlight came too early. It spread across the curtains and reached my face before I was ready to wake up. I turned on my side, groaning softly, but I couldn’t fall back asleep. My body was tired, but my mind wouldn’t rest.The house was quiet again. Not peaceful, just quiet in that way that makes you feel like everyone is holding their breath.I sat up slowly. The clock beside the bed showed seven thirty. For a moment, I just sat there, listening. Nothing. Not even the usual chatter of the maids or the faint sound of Luca’s laughter.Something felt off.I stood and walked to the window. The garden below looked calm, sunlight glinting off the wet grass, but two guards were already moving along the path. Their steps were slow, their eyes scanning the edges of the fence.Even from here, I could tell they were tense.I sighed and rubbed my face. The events of the past few days were starting to weigh on me. I didn’t know what to make of anything anymore.The night be

Michele’s POVThe house finally began to settle again after sunset, but it did not feel peaceful.The air carried that strange weight that came after a long night of tension, the kind that refused to leave even when the day changed. I had sent half the men to rest and replaced them with a fresh rotation, but their eyes still carried the same unease.Nothing about the last twenty-four hours had been normal.I stood at the large window in my study, staring out into the dark garden. The grass was slick from the earlier rain, and the faint smell of earth drifted in through the open frame. The lights along the fence glowed faintly, each one newly checked, each one tied to a system that I now trusted less than before.Two intrusions in two nights. Two bodies. And still, no clear message.They were testing us. Watching how I would respond.My phone buzzed quietly on the desk. Enzo’s message flashed across the screen: Tracker analysis complete. No active signal. Possible decoy.I typed back q

Erin’s POVThe morning light felt too calm for what had happened last night.When I opened my eyes, for a second, I thought it had all been a dream — the gunshot, the rain, the sound of Michele’s voice through the intercom. But then I saw the towel on the table, the small brown stain dried into it, and it all came back.The house was quiet again, but not the same kind of quiet as before. It was a heavy silence, careful and tired, the kind that came after something no one wanted to talk about.I sat up slowly and looked toward the window. The rain had stopped completely, leaving the garden slick and shining under the pale sun. Everything looked untouched, as if the night hadn’t happened at all. But I knew better.Someone had died out there. Someone else had tried to come in.And Michele had gone into it like it was just another part of his day.I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled. I hadn’t slept much. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes — his face in the doorway, the bruise

Erin’s POVAfter Michele left, the silence grew heavier than before.The sound of his footsteps faded down the hallway, slow and steady at first, then gone completely. I stood by the door for a long time, listening to the echo until it disappeared. The lock clicked into place just like he told me, but it didn’t make me feel any safer.The room felt too big without him in it. The air carried the smell of rain and blood, faint but sharp, mixed with the scent of the towel still damp from where I had pressed it against his side.I sat down on the edge of the bed and held the towel in my hands. The dark stain on it had already dried. It was small, not deep, but it reminded me that something real had happened tonight. Someone had died outside. Someone else had tried to hurt him.I tried not to think about it, but the more I tried, the more my mind replayed the sound of that gunshot.The clock on the nightstand ticked softly. Two in the morning.I should have gone back to sleep, but I couldn

Michele’s POVThe gunshot echoed through the courtyard like a warning.It was only one, but one was enough. My hand was already on the gun before the sound finished rolling through the walls. The camera feeds lit up across the screen, each flashing movement in the rain-soaked night.“Section three,” Vico’s voice came through the radio, breathless. “We saw movement near the east wall.”“I’m on my way,” I said.I was already moving before he could answer.The rain hit hard when I stepped outside. Cold and sharp. The ground was slick beneath my shoes. The lights from the mansion cast long silver reflections across the wet stone, turning everything into a blur of motion and noise.Two guards met me at the stairs. Both were soaked, rifles raised.“What do we have?” I asked.“One figure, maybe two. We saw one drop near the fence after the shot.”“Alive?”“Not sure.”I started walking toward the east wall. The rain fell harder, soaking through my shirt, but I barely felt it. My pulse had alr

The silence between Zeil and Kael throbbed like a wound that refused to close. Their eyes locked, storms locked in storms, and Zeil’s breath trembled between words he could not speak. His wolf clawed at his chest, aching for something that frightened him.And then the door slammed open so hard the hinges squealed.“Breakfast for the half-dead prince!” Lopi sang, balancing a tray in one hand and swinging the door wide with the other. His grin was as wide as the sun, his hair sticking in every possible direction. “Hot soup, bread, and humiliation served fresh!”Zeil froze, caught between the frame and Kael’s closeness. His cheeks flamed as if caught in crime.“Oh, oh, ohhhh,” Lopi crooned, eyes narrowing with fake suspicion. He set the tray down and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “What is this? What did I interrupt? A duel? A dramatic staring contest? Or” He paused, lowering his voice in mock scandal, “...something more scandalous?”Zeil’s face burned. “Lopi, shut your mout

The room was dim, filled with the soft glow of a single lamp which was suddenly blown off by the morning wind. The bird's hand already began to sing their early morning songs. Zeil’s breath came shallow but steady, his body trembling as though torn between sickness and strength. He turned his face toward Kael, who stood like a sentinel in the corner, quiet, unmoving.Zeil’s lips parted, his voice low, uncertain. “You don’t have to stand there all day again? Kael’s eyes did not shift. “Yes, I do.”Zeil frowned, trying to push himself upright. His body ached, sharp pain slicing through his chest, but pride forced him up anyway. His hands gripped the edge of the bed, knuckles pale.Kael moved before he could steady himself, his steps silent but swift. His hand came down, strong and warm, pressing against Zeil’s shoulder. “Lie down.”“I’m not fragile,” Zeil said harshly, but the words quivered, breaking under the weight of weakness.Kael’s hand did not move. His voice was quiet, deep, li

The chamber was silent except for the faint hiss of the brazier. Shadows bent across the stone walls, firelight flickering in restless waves. The Great Alpha sat tall on the oak chair, his hands resting heavy on the armrests. His eyes were sharp, dark as midnight, fixed on the fish pond as if he had been waiting for hours for a particular fish to show itself. At last, the door opened Healer Lena entered quietly. Her robes brushed against the floor, her steps measured, calm, almost like the rhythm of breath itself. She bowed, both hands folded neatly in front of her.“My lord Alpha,” she said softly.The Lord Alpha tilted his head just slightly, his stare unmoving. “You came.”“I came the moment you called,” she answered, her voice even.He gestured faintly toward the space near the fish pond “Stand here.”She did. The flames washed her face with amber glow, painting her features with warmth she did not feel. The Alpha’s gaze was too sharp, too heavy for comfort.For a moment, there

The morning sun was already at its peak, spilling gold over the rooftops of the WindClaw Kingdom.The training ground was alive with movement. Dozens of wolves, both in human form and shifted, were sparring hard. Fists slammed into training posts, claws scraped the dirt, bodies locked and broke apart in wrestling moves.The air was thick with sweat, effort, and the sharp scent of determination. Every strike, every throw was meant to keep the Kingdom strong. No one here could afford to be weak.In the middle of all that noise, a few voices rose above the rest.“Where’s the Young Lord Alpha?” one warrior grunted as he wiped his brow.Another shrugged. “Haven’t seen him in three days. Not here, not anywhere around the training yard.”“That’s strange,” the first said. “He’s always the first one to start training, swinging like he’s about to go to war.”A third voice joined in, low and mocking. “Maybe he’s lost his stamina. Imagine someone like him leading us into battle.”A few chuckled at

The silence in the council hall stayed heavy, like a blanket no one wanted to lift. Elder Kyros’s chair creaked as he slowly stood. His tall frame was outlined by the faint torchlight on the stone walls. He didn’t look at anyone—just kept his gaze on the wide doors ahead as if they were calling to him.He walked slowly, every step echoing across the floor. When he reached the doors, he stopped, turned slightly toward the Lord Alpha, and gave a deep, respectful bow.“My Lord Alpha,” he said softly, voice calm but carrying far in the quiet room. Then without another word, he stepped out into the night.The big doors closed behind him with a low thud, and the hall went still again.Only Elder Rion and the Lord Alpha remained.Neither spoke.The torches flickered, making shadows dance along the high ceiling. Outside, the night was at its deepest, the kind of dark that made even the moonlight hesitate.Back at the Malgorn’s compound, Adira was in the courtyard with a small group of pups. T

The great hall of the Elders smelled faintly of cedarwood and the warm, smoky burn of old torches. Shadows clung to the carved pillars, stretching high to the arched ceiling. Outside, the late afternoon sun bled in through narrow windows, staining the stone floor in streaks of gold and red.Every council member was present.Every seat taken.The only sounds were the faint crackle of the fire and the measured breaths of wolves who had ruled this kingdom for decades.Then a voice cut through the air.“Lord Alpha,” Elder Malgorn said as he rose from his chair. His grey robes shifted around him like restless fog. His eyes were sharp, carrying the same weight they always had when he spoke in council words chosen carefully, like arrows aimed at the heart. “I would like to bring to the council’s notice that the Young Lord is of age now. As the next ruler of this kingdom, it is best he takes a wife… one who is worthy of ruling beside him.”He paused, letting the words settle in the room like