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"A full-scale conflict would lay waste to everything we’ve built," Karlos said, his voice tight with a forced kind of calm. "The vampires aren't stupid. They won't gamble against our numbers. We have them outmatched by every pack in the region."
London didn't even blink. He just leaned back, his eyes tracking Karlos with a look that bordered on pity. "Outmatched? They walk through your borders like the wind. They’ve already ended lives while you we
Alanza’s POV"A full-scale conflict would lay waste to everything we’ve built," Karlos said, his voice tight with a forced kind of calm. "The vampires aren't stupid. They won't gamble against our numbers. We have them outmatched by every pack in the region."London didn't even blink. He just leaned back, his eyes tracking Karlos with a look that bordered on pity. "Outmatched? They walk through your borders like the wind. They’ve already ended lives while you were busy counting heads. Tell me, do you even know who we’re fighting? Is it a lone rogue, or is it a coordinated cell? Which answer scares you more?""It has to be a single actor," Karlos insisted, though his posture faltered."And what happens when one single vampire can bypass your entire security net without breaking a sweat?" London countered. His voice dropped an octave, turning gravelly and cold. "What do you do when twenty of them decide to hold hands and walk through
Alanza’s POV"I am willing to give up my own life to save Lucia, but I cannot hand over the entire pack to do it," I said, the weight of the confession making my posture crumble. "I have no idea how to balance those two things."The truth felt like lead in my chest. London didn't look at me with pity. He simply gave a slow, knowing nod."That burden is called responsibility," he said. "It will always act as a leash on your heart. It is a vital lesson for a leader."I stared at my lap, my voice thick with regret. "I just wish I hadn't learned it while people were dying.""Sit up," London barked. The sudden sharpness of his voice acted like a physical strike. "Pull your shoulders back. Pitying yourself is a waste of time, and it helps absolutely no one."I flinched and immediately straightened my spine. My body moved to obey the old wolf before my mind could even process the command. Years of training under a man like him clearly left a
Alanza’s POV"What are you planning to do about the blood on your hands?"London stands over me, his shadow stretching across the floor like a dark stain. I stare at him, my throat tight and dry. I have no answer for him. The thought that I might cause more death as I move forward is a weight that paralyzes my lungs. I never wanted this. I never asked to be the reason people stopped breathing."You have a long climb ahead of you before you can actually earn that spot next to the Alpha," London says. He jabs a thick finger through the air, pointing it directly at my chest. "Sit up straight, girl. Why are you wallowing in your own fear instead of sharpening your edge?"My mind goes completely blank. I want to defend myself, to offer some kind of explanation or a clever retort, but nothing comes. I am just a girl in a chair, stunned by how blunt he is being. I didn't expect a confrontation today. I didn't expect him to reach into my chest and pull out
Alanza’s POV"You still haven't learned to keep your guard up, even in a locked room," London said, his voice like gravel grinding together.I sat on the edge of the mattress, my legs dangling. The silence in the room was heavy. Beside me, Sombra was a physical weight against my thigh. She looked like she was sleeping, her eyes pressed shut, but I felt the tension humming through her fur. She was fighting her own battles in the dark corners of our shared mind, wrestling with shadows I couldn't see.The two guards by the door stiffened simultaneously. Sombra’s ears twitching was the only warning before her head snapped up. She fixed her gaze on the wood paneling of the door.Someone is coming, she pulsed into my mind.The guards relaxed a second later, their eyes glazing over as they received a telepathic link from whoever was in the hallway. Sombra didn't settle, though. She sniffed the air, her tail giving a single, hesitant thump.
Luciano's POV"Who the hell steals half-burned corpses in the middle of the night?"The question hung in the air, unanswered. I stood at the edge of the clearing, watching the orange flames lick at the black sky. This was supposed to be a holy night. We were supposed to be sending these souls back to the Moon Goddess in peace. Instead, I was looking at eighteen piles of dirt and ash that had been ripped open. The bodies were gone.I was still coming down from my shift. The cool night air hit my skin, but it didn't do much to kill the heat of my temper. My bare feet sank into the soft, wet mud. I could feel the grit between my toes as I walked toward the nearest empty grave."Alpha."Karlos appeared at my side. He didn't say much, just held out the bundle of spare clothes we always kept in the trucks for situations like this. I grabbed a pair of denim jeans and shoved my legs into them. I pulled them up with a rough yank, nearly popping the button i
Alanza’s POV"So, five miles around the training track is exactly twenty laps?" I asked.I kept my voice low, but the question had been stinging the back of my brain ever since the guard mentioned the distance. The man I called Muddy-Blue Eyes turned away from the window. He didn't look like he respected me much, but he kept his tone professional."I beg your pardon?" He blinked, his brow furrowing into deep lines. "Yes. Twenty laps. That is the standard."I shook my head, my frown deepening. "Not twelve?""No. It is twenty. It takes four laps to make a single mile."I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning. My memory of basic training was vivid, mostly because of the agonizing pain. "London told us to run five miles every single morning. He always insisted it was twelve laps."Muddy-Blue Eyes looked genuinely stunned. His eyes widened, and he shared a quick, confused glance with his partner. "Beta-Mentor
Alanza’s POV“You really don’t care about the boxes, huh?”I stroked the soft, thick fur on Sombra’s head. She was a silver shadow against the pale gray of the couch. Most dogs would be sniffing every cardboard edge, but she just watched the window, or me. She acted like this messy, half-unpacked a
Alanza’s POV“You have to be kidding me.”The knock felt like a physical assault. My head was pounding, and my body was a heavy, useless sack glued to the couch. Of all the possible times for a visitor, today had to be the absolute worst.I forced myself up. Every joint in my body screamed a protes
Alanza’s POV“You okay, honey? You don’t look so good.”My smile felt like a grimace. I hated that the cashier noticed me. My body was on fire, but the store air chilled me to the bone. I forced the words out. “Just a little under the weather. I’ll be fine.”She was a shifter. I recognized the slig
Alanza’s POV“Don't move.”His voice, low and rough, faded as he stepped away to answer his phone. I was still leaning against the rough bark of the tree, my body humming with a dizzy mix of shame and wild energy. Just moments ago, I’d let a man I barely knew, a man who admitted to stalking me, thr







