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Nadia's POVMy world stopped moving. Alistair Winters stood in the wreckage of Silver Moon, alive when he should have been buried two years ago. My wolf howled inside me, ready to tear him apart for everything he had taken from us. But something was wrong with the person before me.He wasn't commanding an army. He wasn't wielding dark power or sneering with triumph. He stood alone, hands raised in surrender, looking like a man who had spent years living in his own personal hell. His once-proud shoulders curved inward, his face carved with lines that spoke of sleepless nights and endless regret.Dylan's body turned to stone beside me. Through our newly forming bond, I felt his emotions crash into me like waves against rocks. Rage, betrayal, confusion, and underneath it all, a desperate, childlike hope that made my chest ache. He wanted his father back, even after everything."Don't come closer," Dylan warned, his voice deadly quiet. "Give me one reason I shouldn't rip your throat out r

Dylan’s POV He leaned in, his voice a cold promise of doom.“Unless the White Wolf bonds with an Alpha strong enough to share the burden. To anchor them.""That's enough," Vincent snaps. "These are old stories, rumors.""Are they? Or are you hoping to use her power before it consumes her?"Vincent moves faster than I expect, backhanding Marcus hard enough to send him sprawling. "You forget your place, son."Marcus wipes blood from his mouth, grinning. "No, Father. I know exactly where I stand.""We're leaving," I announce, grabbing Nadia's arm."Wait," Vincent says. "Please. There's something else. Something important."Against my better judgment, we follow him to a vault beneath the pack house. Inside are artifacts, books, paintings. He stops at a portrait of a woman with pure white hair and familiar eyes."My grandmother," he says. "Your great-grandmother. She was the last White Wolf before you."Nadia stares at the painting, transfixed. The woman is beautiful but there's something

Dylan’s POVDawn comes too quickly. I stand at the border, watching Nadia prepare for the journey to Crimson Lake. She's wearing tactical gear instead of the dress Vincent probably expects. Good. She's not trying to impress him.James loads supplies into the vehicle while I fight every instinct screaming at me not to let her go. My wolf is pacing, agitated. He knows what I know – Vincent Blackstone is dangerous, and we're walking into his territory."Stop looking like someone's dying," Nadia says, appearing beside me."This is a bad idea.""You've mentioned that. Twelve times.""Thirteen, actually," James calls out. "He said it once while you were changing."Nadia almost smiles. Almost. These glimpses of our old dynamic make the ache in my chest worse."Vincent's not going to hurt me," she says. "I'm too valuable.""That's what worries me. Valuable things get locked away."She turns to face me fully, morning light catching the gold flecks in her brown eyes. "Do you trust me?""Yes.""

Nadia's POVTwenty Crimson Lake wolves wait at the border, their formation military-precise. At their center stands a man who can only be Vincent Blackstone – my biological father. He has my eyes, or rather, I have his. The resemblance is undeniable and unsettling.I shift back to human form, Dylan's shirt materializing around me – a small perk of being the White Wolf, apparently. Vincent's eyes widen slightly at the sight of me."Nadia," he says, voice carrying across the space between us. "You look just like your mother.""The mother you abandoned?"His jaw tightens. "I didn't know about you until recently. Your mother never told me she was pregnant.""Convenient excuse."Dylan appears beside me, along with James and several warriors. The council elders watch from the pack house, letting me handle this."Alpha Winters," Vincent acknowledges coldly. "I heard you rejected my daughter. Yet here you stand beside her.""Things change," Dylan says simply.Vincent laughs bitterly. "Yes, es

Nadia's POVThe council chamber feels like a cage. Five ancient wolves sit in a semicircle, their eyes dissecting me. Dylan stands beside me, his hand on my back."State your name for the record," the silver-haired elder commands."Nadia Thomas.""Your father's name is Vincent Blackstone, Alpha of Crimson Lake," a younger council member states. "Making you Nadia Blackstone, heir to one of the most powerful packs in the country.""I don't care who he is. I'm not going anywhere with his wolves."Dylan growls. "She's my mate. That means she stays with Silver Moon.""A mate you rejected," the elder woman reminds him. "That rejection, even if incomplete, damaged your bond. It may not be strong enough to override her blood claim.""Test it then," Dylan challenges. "Test our bond."The elders exchange glances. "Very well. Guard, bring the Oracle Stone."A younger wolf enters carrying a black stone. My wolf immediately recoils.We both place our hands on the stone. Pain shoots through me. Ima

Nadia's POVGlass showers around us. Dylan throws his body over mine, shielding me. "Stay down," he growls.Through the destroyed window, three massive wolves leap into the room. Red eyes. Crimson Lake wolves.Dylan shifts instantly, his wolf emerging. Midnight black fur, magnificent. He positions himself between me and the intruders.The largest wolf, scarred, shifts back to human form. "We've come for the girl," he says calmly.Dylan shifts back. "She's under my protection."The man laughs. "You rejected her, Alpha Winters. She has no claim to your protection.""That's where you're wrong." Dylan's voice is deadly quiet. "She's mine.""Your sources say you rejected her five years ago. Mated another female.""I lied." The words hang in the air. "Nadia Thomas is my true mate. Always has been. And anyone who tries to take her will have to go through me."The scarred man smiles. "Irrelevant. She carries Alpha blood. She belongs with her real family. Your father wants to meet you. You're