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In a cabin far removed from the main pack grounds—half an hour’s run through dense pine and slick, moss-covered stone—Bradly’s voice tore through the quiet like a rusted blade. “This is ridiculous! A pup could lead better than that mutt!” he snarled, pacing a rut into the wooden floorboards as he spoke. The cramped hunting cabin smelled of old smoke, wet leaves, and frustration—most of it radiating from Bradly himself. Kern sat slouched in a worn leather chair, the firelight flickering across his worried features. “Well… what can we do about it? You know she’s stronger than you—” He froze, eyes widening as if he could physically catch the words he had just blurted out. Bradly’s entire body went rigid. “She is NOT stronger than me,” he spat, his voice low and poisonous. “A mere female?” He let out a sharp derisive snort, though his chest tightened at the memory he couldn’t ignore—Talia pinning him to the earth in less than three minutes, her wolf a silent, brutal storm compared to

Despite Talia telling him to be still, Atticus' mind was absolutely racing. He was seeing everything, a fly on the wall 50 feet away but not just the fly, he could make out the individual unites that make up each eye, the vividcolorsand hairs alongit'sbody. His ears twitched with the onslaught of noise.He was absolutely freaking out.He closed his eyes for a second to take a deep breath. As heattemptedto steady hismindhe heard a grinding crunch and then click clacking like nails on the floor... When he opened his eyes again in the spot Talia had just been standing was ... Talia, in her wolf form. Atticus immediately stood up, tongue lolling from his mouth like the happiest puppy alive, tail going about 100mph.

Dedrick laid Atticus down on one of the beds in the lower levels — a cold, stone-walled room tucked deep beneath the pack house. It was the kind of place meant for privacy. Or confinement. An unused wing, quiet and far from curious eyes, usually reserved for guest packs when old alliances brought strangers to their home.Now, itheldsomething far stranger.For over an hour, the halls echoed with the sound of bones shifting, tendons tea

Talia’s lungs burned.She tore through the forest like a storm, the wind snatching at her hair, branches clawing at her skin. Every musclescreamed,every breath seared her chest. But shedidn’tstop. Shecouldn’tstop. Something deeper than instinct drove her forward—something ancient, primal, and terrifying.Behind her, Dedrick kept pace, his heavy footfalls thuddi

The woods were whispering again.Atticus leaned against the doorframe of theon-siteTrailor,gazefixed on thetreelineas twilight melted into night. The air was heavy, thick with the smell of pine sap and damp earth. Beyond the horizon, the moon began to climb—full, fat, silver. Its first light bled through the branches like spilled milk.He should’ve gone home hours ago. The men had left, the equipment was

Talia paced in front of the hearth, her boots clicking softly against the old wooden floors of the pack house. Firelight flickered across her features, painting her in amber and shadow. Her arms were folded neatly behind her back—an old habit from her father, one that helped her think even when her thoughts were too sharp to touch.The flames crackled, and she stared into them as if they might offer a solution.What were they going to do?The town had always been a nuisance, but now it was more than that. It was a threat. When the humans first arrived a century ago, carving their little piece of civilization into the edge of wolf territory, the pack could afford to be patient. Her father—Alpha before her—had seen it as an opportunity.