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Kael stood frozen in the hallway, his mind a storm of disbelief. The sight of Dr. Ganner dragged from the floor and escorted out like a criminal, had lodged itself in his chest like a blade. What on earth was going on? “Come in, Kael,” Justine said firmly, as though he had read Kael's confused thoughts. Kael stepped inside, his eyes wide with confusion. “What's happening?” he asked, his voice low but trembling. “Why did you let them treat uncle Peter like that?”Justine let out a slow breath, not looking at Kael at first. “He betrayed me.”“Betrayed you?” Kael echoed, stunned. “What are you talking about? You two have been friends since even before I was born! He practically raised me with you.”Justine turned to face him. His eyes were dark, steady. “That doesn’t change what he did.”Kael stepped closer, struggling to understand. “What did he do? What could he possibly have done that made you punch him and call security on him?”“We’ve come too far, Kael,” Justine said, looking Kae

Justine stared at him, incredulous. “Abort?” he asked. “What on earth are you talking about?” Dr. Ganner didn’t look away. His voice was steady, not pleading—just firm. “This sounds stupid, especially coming me, I know. But we have no choice, we have to abort.”Justine stared at him, unblinking. “Is this your idea of a joke, Peter? Because if it is, you should know better.”Dr. Ganner swallowed, evidently looking for the right words. “We need to abort. I wouldn't be saying this if I wasn't absolutely sure there was no other way.”“And why do we need to do that?” Justine fired, visibly getting annoyed at this new, unexpected development. “Can you even hear yourself? What sort of talk is this?” Dr. Ganner stood up slowly, pushing his chair away as he did. “I've been running some more tests on the Kyrexin-X, Justine, I found out some things, we need to work more on it.”Justine’s jaw tightened. “The Kyrexin-X is ready. Tested. Perfected. You’re the one who helped create it. You approve

NEW YORKThe boardroom lights cast a sterile white sheen across the long transparent table. Around it sat the core of the operation: Commander Harris resplendent in uniform, flanked by his top lieutenants; logistics and transport heads; medical coordinators; and Dr. Ganner, seated near the far end with his tablet idle before him.At the head of the table, Justine stood tall, sharp in a dark tailored suit, a digital schematic glowing behind him.“In five days,” Justine was saying, voice clear and commanding, “we launch the final phase of this mission.”Silence reigned as all eyes locked onto him.“The Kyrexin-X dispersal device is now fully functional. We've confirmed its efficacy across every tested sample. One release—just one—is potent enough to wipe out ten thousand werewolves. We’ve engineered ten additional refills, each safely contained and shielded until needed.”He tapped the screen, cycling through projected maps of the werewolf realm.“Deployment will be centered in the Heart

The Living Room was quiet now. The hearth still crackled faintly, the scent of warm bread still lingered in the air, but the room felt hollow—emptied of voices, of presence.Thane stood alone, arms folded behind his back, staring once more through the tall arched window. Outside, the silver dusk had begun to descend over Lunarville, and the faint sounds of training echoed in the far distance—arrows thudding into wood, warriors barking commands, the occasional howl cutting through the wind.But inside him, there was only silence.He no longer had a Luna to speak with since his two mates got lost to fate and the last ran for her life. Drena, too, hadn’t visited in a while. He’d never minded the solitude before. He’d built his rule on decisiveness, not public opinion. And yet, now… he longed for a voice to complement his own. A physical presence. A confidante. And it was in that yearning that his mind drifted, once again, to Lylah.The ache came softly, like fog curling through the crac

The days that followed the quiet meeting in the strategy chamber were anything but quiet.Thane, together with Alpha Billam and Alpha Cochram, wasted no time. With the alliance now formed—small as it was—they began fortifying Lunarville and their own clans. Patrols were doubled. Old signal towers were repaired and rekindled. Hidden caches of silver-resistant armor were dug up from storage, and training resumed with renewed intensity.Archers were drilled from dawn till dusk, their arrows tipped with sharpened obsidian and infused with wolfsbane extracts in case of ambush. Gauntlets—thick, rune-etched iron bracers designed to deflect both blades and bullets—were redistributed to front-line fighters. Trap-masters, a nearly forgotten order from the First Hunt Era, were summoned back into service to lay intricate trigger snares through the outer paths of the Heartwood.Fire pits laced with scented herbs to mask scent trails were dug near every village boundary. Night sentinels were traine

LUNARVILLE The hearth crackled quietly in Lunarville's strategy chamber, its warmth casting shifting amber light across the stone walls. Afternoon sunlight filtered through high windows, illuminating the maps and war tokens spread across the long table.Alpha Thane sat at the head, jaw tight, eyes on the flames rather than the two Alphas seated with him. The silence between them was heavy—not hostile, but thoughtful.It was Alpha Billam who broke it.“I know it felt like last week's convention was a failure,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “But don’t let that deter you. All isn't lost yet.”Thane didn’t respond at once, but his eyes flicked briefly toward Billam.Billam continued, “For what it’s worth, I stand with you. And you know I mean that fully. Unity is the only way forward, and though the others can’t—or won’t—see that yet, some of us do.” He glanced at the other man across the table. “Cochram agrees.”Alpha Cochram gave a short nod. “I do. After I slept on it, I couldn’t