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I wash the blood from my hands in the icy stream, watching as crimson swirls dissolve into clear water. If only the stain on my conscience could be so easily cleansed. The tribute. A sterile word for a monstrous practice—sacrificing a newborn cub to the Slavers each year to keep our pack safe. A tradition older than I am, passed down through generations of Alphas, each bearing the weight of this terrible choice. Until now, I've convinced myself it was necessary. Unavoidable. The price of our continued existence. But Lyla's voice echoes in my mind, challenging everything I thought I knew. Everything I've done in the name of duty.The cold water numbs my skin, but does nothing for the hollowness spreading inside me. Four young wolves dead because I hesitated. Because I listened to the doubts that have been growing since Lyla discovered the truth twelve months ago.The memory of that night is seared into my mind. Lyla had been tracking unusual movements at the borders of our territory, c

EthanThe Slavers. The description matches what we know of them—humans who have dedicated themselves to hunting and controlling our kind, who have somehow gained power over us through dark means we don't understand."They had weapons," she continues, her voice growing fainter. "But also . . . chains. Special chains."The infamous chains of the Ironfang Slavers—forged with some magic that can bind even a shifted werewolf, preventing transformation and sapping our strength. I've never seen them myself, but the stories have been passed down through generations, cautionary tales to keep young wolves from straying too far from pack territory."They surrounded us," Mia says. "We tried to fight, to run, but..." Her eyes fill with tears. "They killed Raj first. Made us watch. Said it was a demonstration."My stomach turns at the casual cruelty of it. They didn't just want to send a message—they wanted to inflict maximum terror and pain in the process."And then?" I prompt gently when she fall

EthanThe forest welcomes me, a familiar embrace of pine and earth as my paws dig into the soft ground. Around me, five of my strongest pack members run in formation—their silver and dark-furred bodies weaving between trees with practiced ease. I lead them on the border patrol, my senses heightened in this form, alert to any sign of intrusion into our territory. My wolf revels in the simple joy of the run, the temporary freedom from human worries.The moon hangs high overhead, bathing the forest in light that filters through the canopy. My Beta, Alaric, a massive gray wolf with battle scars crisscrossing his muzzle, flanks me on the right. He's been by my side since I took the mantle of Alpha after Lyla's father died. On my left runs Aria, the pack's head warrior, her russet fur gleaming as she moves with lethal grace.The darkness of the night cloaks us, weaving a shroud of secrecy as we weave through the towering evergreens that loom like ancient sentinels around us. It’s a perfect n

KalenThe kiss is salt and desperation, her whimper swallowed by my growl as her hips arch into mine. Every thread of restraint burns away. Her fingers tangle in my hair, yanking until my scalp burns. I crowd her against the tree, one knee wedged between her thighs, letting her grind against denim until her breath comes in ragged bursts. Every gasp is a blade twisting deeper into the cursed part of me that wants things I can’t have. She tastes like vengeance and reckoning, like every forbidden thing I’ve ever craved. Her teeth graze my lip, drawing blood, and the metallic tang ignites something feral, possessive.I tear myself away, breathing ragged. Her pupils are blown wide, lips swollen, chest rising and falling like she’s just run for her life.“Kalen,” she rasps. Just my name.It undoes me.My hands find her waist, her thighs hooking around me as I lift her, her back scraping bark. There’s no g

Kalen"No!" Lyla thrashes like netted prey. "Not again! Not again!"Her terror is a live wire against my skin. I cage her gently between my arms and legs, mindful of her nails, absorbing the blows until her screams die to whimpers."Breathe, hellwolf." My palm settles over her racing heart.She stills, sucking in a deep breath and holding it so long I fear she’ll pass out. Then she whispers, “Kalen.”One word. A statement.My name.My heart trembles.“I’m here.” I whisper the words, my lips grazing her cheek.She relaxes against me, a shuddering gasp shaking her body.Focus. On her. Keep her focused. "Name five things you smell," I murmur. Grounding her in this moment."Pine resin. Iron blood. Your... your stupid musk."I smile. "Two more.""Wood smoke." A shuddering inhale. "Rotted meat."Ice floods my veins. The same decay-smell from J

KalenLiam’s ears flatten. What is that? Every muscle in my body locks. He’s caught it too.Female. Wounded. Outsider.His growl vibrates my spine. Smells like prey.I body-check him into the boulder. False lead. Bullshit. He bares his teeth. You hiding strays now, brother? He says the word like a taunt. A reminder of the way we used to be.Before I ruined his sister.He sees right through me. Or maybe it’s our wolf connection, the bond stronger while we’re in this form. The pack circles, nostrils flaring. Eight pairs of eyes reflect lunar gold.My claws scratch at the rock beneath my paws. Focus on the real threat.Liam doesn't blink. This reeks of Blackwood tricks.My tail lashes. The rogue went east. Take the pack and circle the lake.A beat. Two. His ear flicks in reluctant obedience before vanis